Page 55 of Filthy Love

For all her sneaky bravado plotting to engage Hawk in any kind of connection, the moment he was in touching distance she lost spit on her tongue and every inch of intelligence became something other people had.

His nearness made her dumb and eager to just lean in and smell him like a Neanderthal woman.

And then he tipped her chin up so she had no choice but to look at him.

Her skin prickled.

“Not so brave now, little bit?”

Gia shook her head.

She’d lost all feeling in her chest.

She didn’t have any doubt he’d enjoyed last night. He’d gone down on her so many times, no man does that who doesn’t like it. So, she wasn’t feeling unsure. Maybe about why he didn’t ask for her to return the oral favor. She’d wanted to. Desperately. Even when she’d tried to touch him, Hawk had grunted how he just wanted his mouth on her.

What was Gia to say to that? She’d been mindless with pleasure.

Air returned to her lungs when he backed up.

“Why is someone like you single? Are all the men in Austin fucking morons?”

Gia chuckled. He was cute to think she’d have men banging down her door for a date. She was no one special. But then some of the blame landed on her toes, she didn’t pay other men much attention.

The main reason she was single was standing in front of her with his perma-scowl marring his forehead.

“What about the preppy jackass who carries a briefcase?”

She frowned. Who? There was only one man she knew who fit the description. “Do you mean Leo?”

He growled, making her eyes ping open. Then he went on to describe the exact car Leo drove. Yeah, it was him. “How do you know about him?”

He ignored her. “Why aren’t you dating the briefcase?”

“I don’t want to date him.” She shrugged and moved across the room to collect debris littering the floor. “I have good friends, a nice job, I have a ton of vibrators. I never have to worry about a jackass trying to find my clitoris. Dating is overrated. Idiots need a map, it’s not hard to find, it’s in the same place it always was.”

Gia completely missed the reaction Hawk was having until he spoke in a dragged-deep voice.

“Hold it. Back it up.”

She blinked. “What?”

“You have a ton of … vibrators?” His voice rattled like a cannon ready to shoot its load.

She stalled, numb in the tips of her fingers. His eyes were … intense. Two black pin pricks for pupils.

Gia stifled her embarrassed smile. “Maybe not a ton, a few. I call them Hawk.”

Hawk moved so fast his hip made the chair slide across the floor and he prowled back down the hallway, she heard him take the stairs. What in the world? Frowning, her chest beating hard in a disjointed thump she quickly followed.

And found him pulling open drawers in her bedroom.

“Hawk! What do you think you’re doing?”

“I want to see these tons of sex toys you call by my name.”

“Ohmygod. Are you fucking crazy?”

He kept searching. He wouldn’t find them. She sighed and rolled her eyes, folding her arms. “They’re under the bathroom sink.” She muttered helpful. She never for a second thought the next time she got him back in her bedroom it was because he was combing for her battery-operated lovers.

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