Page 74 of Filthy Love

Gia:TTYL, babe. Got more packing to do.

Grace Kelly:Love you! And stop worrying. Let him come to you, if he doesn’t have the brains to chase you then let him brood elsewhere.

Gia smiled and tossed her cell phone aside to tape up the last box. She was sweating by the time she’d carried it downstairs, almost breaking her neck on the last step.

Just in time to hear the roar of a bike approaching outside.

Her heart chose that moment to ram up against her ribs. Just a coincidence of course since she didn’t want to see Hawk.

Holding her breath, she listened. When the engine switched off, and nothing happened after a minute she exhaled. It was only Juicy on watch duty.

She was halfway down the hallway when a quiet thump knocked on the door.

“Zachary, Hawk isn’t here.” She called through the door.

“It’s me.” Hawk’s gruff voice replied. “Open up.”

He’d come back. A zing of excitement tumbled through her belly.

Shoulders back, Gia glared at the door. “No. I threw you out.”

“I brought you dessert, open up, Gia.”

“It’s nearly midnight…” Standing on her tiptoes straining her eyes to see through the peephole. First, she saw him. Tall and wide, in his black leather duster coat. Then after a second of eye-fucking she cast her gaze down to his hands.

It was a white paper-bag with a familiar brand name scrawled on the front.

Oh crap, they made the best donuts. She wastryingto diet.

“Leave it there and you can go, I don’t want to see you.”

“Open up for fucks sake before one of your nosy-ass bitch neighbors calls the cops.”

“Oh, fine!” She unbolted, unchained and unlocked the door, he was inside a second later, towering down over her with his scowl in place. “What do you want? I thought you’d said everything earlier.”

She snatched the bag. No point in wasting good donuts and if he was going to strip another layer of her heart out she was going to need the sugar jolt. “Wait there.” She began taking the stairs.

“Where the hell you going, little bit?” His low voice, curious. She sighed, facing him, her cheeks tinged a warmer color with frustration for wanting a man that didn’t want her back.

“I’m going to put underwear on. If you’re about to be cruel to be kind again I’m not standing here talking to you and not wearing any underwear. Call me crazy.”

Love was a bitch when it wasn’t reciprocated, he’d told her bluntly, cruelly, she needed to get over it now.

One second, he was in the hallway large as life, the next he was up the four stairs right in her face pressing her into the wall. The pallor of his eyes almost vanishing as the pupils grew blotting out the color, his teeth bared. Gia had no choice but to lean back, his hips at her hips,oh, god.

“Did you just fucking say that to me? You’re in those tiny fucking shorts with half your butt cheeks hanging out and you tell me you’re not fucking wearing fucking underwear in front of a man like me?”

Blinking hard, butterflies attacked Gia’s belly because he smelled fresh from the night air clinging to his skin and just so …Hawkin his creaky leather jacket and he was standing there with his infamous scowl etched into his perfectly sculpted cheekbones she wanted to bite on like she was an animal gnawing on raw meat.

An instant pool of wetness gathered. “Wow. That was a lot of fuckings in one sentence.”

“There’s about to be a lot fucking more.” A menacing growl so erotic came out of that massive chest, though she assumed he was not intending it to be hot as it was. She moaned in her throat and her body lost some of its motor skills by swaying into his.

His mouth came crashing down on hers.

It was a savage kiss and one she wrenched away from after a minute of teasing his tongue. Because if she didn’t, if she lost her mind again over one of his blinding kisses, she’d forget everything from earlier and be right back where she started.

“Thanks for dessert, but you can go now.”

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