Page 56 of Filthy Love

Men were weird. Was it a wonder she didn’t date often?

He stalked into the en-suite bathroom and came out carrying the familiar pink basket.

Jesus, Hawk cradling her vibes, could today get any more embarrassing?

The way his heavy lids fell over his eyes caused a riot of fire sensation low in her abdomen.

He didn’t rifle through the basket. Nor did he dump the sex cargo out onto the bed, but he did look down at the cradled basket for a long time.

Silently assessing her loot.

“Okay, you can put them back now.”

Surprisingly he did.

Her cheeks stayed flamed.

“Do you want more of what I did last night?” The question came so quiet it barely sounded like words at all.

Her ovaries started hurting in a really good way.

He was softness surrounded by landmines.

She should have been aware of what to expect from that kind of invitation with a man like Hawk, even she could see how unstable he was behind his stare, and in some ways that was part of the appeal wasn’t it? He was not like any other man she’d known.

Hawk was excitement screaming in her blood stream.

Not that she wanted to fix him, how stupid a woman was to think that, you take a man as he is, or you carry on walking.

“Careful how you answer…” he warned. “I would wear you down to dust if you gave me the chance. I have a hunger in my gut, Gia. A hunger you put there and only you can satiate me.”

Three feet of bedroom floor separated them and for a second, she wondered if he meant right now while his biker boys were outside waiting to drive the big-ass truck they’d filled with her entire life.

But while Hawk was gazing at her mouth and the way her chest became agitated with air it didn’t seem to register when all she could do was nod stupidly and croak. “Yes.”

His sudden shift took her by surprise, he moved without her seeing, his body taut with muscle, so many bulging muscles through his t-shirt all working to hold him towering over her, not quite touching.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, little bit.” He smiled truly this time. And it was pure anti-hero.

Ten thousand thoughts filtered through Gia’s mind while her heart raced. Was he going to kiss her now? Would he let her touch him this time?

She guessed she’d have to wait to find out.

He retraced his steps and as she heard the thump of his feet on the staircase his thick voice travelled back to her. “We get this all packed up… then tonight, little bit.”

Tonight.

Oh, god. Tonight.

Could it be tonight already!

CHAPTER ELEVEN

“He’s not a new man. I just want him to be my man.” - Gia

“Little bit. No.”

“Colton. Yes.” She asserted with her devil smile, the one he couldn't find reason to resist. He sighed. A great big breath filling his lungs as she approached him with a pair of scissors and a black comb.

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