Page 68 of Filthy Love

“You’re walking yourself into big trouble here, little bit.”

Her chin went up a notch. “What are you going to do, frown me to death? Ohhh, I’m scared.” She dared pout her lips at him. “Or something else?”

A pang sharpened in his throat. He wanted to nuzzle and lick and bite her right there where she was touching herself on the throat. He wanted to do extraordinary sweet things to that patch of skin until she mewled. She would mewl, Hawk would make sure of it.

His growl crawled across the floor, his gaze penetrating as he watched color creep up into her cheeks. He was so goddamn antsy he needed to get out of here. “If you want my mouth between your legs again you only need to ask, don’t provoke me with talk of other men.”

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With her whole body on fire from one little intense stare Gia let her legs drop to the floor. In a couple of days, she’d be back in Colorado, so she was fast running out of time to cement commitment from Hawk.

She knew now he wanted her sexually. Yay. Her inner thighs ached from being split apart so much the last few hours. She hadn’t known a man could go down on her for that length of time and not ask for a thing in return.

Seriously, not a thing.

He never once unzipped his jeans though she clearly saw how hard he was and when Gia tried to reach for him he simply pried her hands from his waist and held them against her bed while he tumbled her into another orgasm.

But as for anything else… she was at a loss as to how Hawk really felt.

Maybe he just liked pussy.

On the train this one time to a seminar in Washington DC she’d read an article about a man being a ‘pussy-fiend’.

She didn’t know.

She wasn’t fully testing his patience when she asked about being pretty. Dating made her uncomfortable, she got performance anxiety to say the right thing to strangers. She was awkward and clumsy and tended to ramble about asinine facts when she was nervous and don’t get her started on her non-existent sex life.

So, what if she enjoyed hearing how jealous Hawk got.

Would it kill him to say she was pretty and ask her for a date?

He showed interest one moment and became taciturn the next it gave her whiplash—Gia had a very good idea about the way Hawk was now she’d spent real time with him without him running off. She’d suspected as much for years just from observing him slyly.

He wasn’t just a moody guy for fun.

Okay, he might be, moody suited him, he seemed the type to scowl for funsies.

But Hawk also showed all the signs of being on the highly functioning spectrum of Asperger’s syndrome.

There was anti-social and then there was Hawk. Some days he seemed to be in a whole dark world on his own. In part it might be one of the reasons he didn’t like being touched.

Unfurling her legs, she was up from the couch, closing the space, watching his blues narrow the closer she got.

“So, you’re saying all I need to say is I want you and I will get what I want?” A sexy tick worked Hawk’s jaw. Now she’d sheered him like a sheep, she couldn’t stop admiring his bone structure. He’d called himself ugly. He must be blind, because he was stunning. Every inch of his face was striking, lickable and she’d stared like a star-struck fan for hours.

“What if I wanted more than that?”

His brow cocked.

“What if I want to do the same for you?”

His nostrils flared, causing passion to burn in Gia’s tummy. She’d been on the brunt end of his rebuff so often the sting of it was still very real and she had to force the words to come from her lips. To be brave. “What if I wanted more, Hawk? To feel you on top of me. Inside me. To have my hands makeyoufeel good.”

Before he could bolt, she made the speedy decision by straddling his lap, one knee either side of his legs on the couch. “Is this alright?”

Being this close to the mouth that had made her feel incredible, Gia’s middle section began to tingle with nervous energy.

Hawk’s eyes were blown to almost black.

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