Page 88 of Filthy Love

Gia didn’t feel the urge to make excuses for Hawk. She loved every goddamn inch of his surly self and wouldn’t want to change him nor try to explain his behavior to anyone.

She grinned and rolled a shoulder. “He doesn’t have a dog. Now what can I do for you? I’m just out the door and I’m ready to eat my leg I’m that hungry.”

She spent a moment talking about one of her case notes she’d transferred to him then went to meet Hawk outside.

His bike was parked at the side of her car and his eyes came at her instantly when she stepped outside.

It would be nice to relax with a glass of wine and Hawk’s company tonight. She was brain tired and a tad emotional. “Are you following me home?”

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Seven minutes. That’s how long he’d left her alone for with that charming dickhead in there with his glasses, movie star looks and his well-spoken voice. Hawk was ready to tear the building down brick by brick and piss his ownership around Gia so no more idiots with smiles a mile wide would dare come around her. Of course, the little bit of thing wouldn’t thank him for hulking out, so he’d parked himself by his bike and brooded through a series of misfortunate accidents that guy could get into. It made him feel better.

But then she strode out like a runway model, looking so incredibly beautiful his skin hurt and all he could think about was mounting her in the dirt. “I need to kiss you right now.” He all but growled with his teeth crushed together when she was in touching distance.

The sound was a cobra hiss.

Rather than look fearful, Gia smiled her dreamy smile.

She stopped by the side of her car, hand on the door before she opened it and all but leaned into his hard, unforgiving body.

Funny, how any touch from Gia never resulted in his flinching away and wanting to scrape his skin off. In fact, he was a goddamn addict for her fingers inching up his chest and playing with the shorter hairs of his beard.

It was a nothing touch, really. Fingertips moving down barely brushed the inside of his upper arm and yet Hawk could have sworn it was the same reaction he’d have if Gia were unzipping his jeans.

He shuddered, letting his head hang down, eyes penetrating, hardly able to contain the obsessed growl lurking in his throat.

“I can't watch another man with his hands on you.” The urge to snap that jerk’s fingers off one at a time and shove them down his smiling throat and growl how much of a mistake it was to touch Hawk's woman had been a strong one.

She grinned wider, all but bouncing on the spot. “Ohhh. Look at you, mister possessive.”

She looked thrilled.

Hawk was miserable.

The tick in his jaw was his only answer.

“Fine then, go ahead and kiss me.” And didn't she just lift her sassy little chin in the air and present her lips.

He crashed them under his, tasting her sweetness and swallowing her purr and in the process, he tied himself a little tighter to Gia.

The thread made of steel was becoming so tangled in her he didn’t know where she started, and he ended.

Her lips were wet and pouty when he lifted away.

His voice eroded with the unspent lust he wanted to sate on her neat little body.

He was taking her home tomorrow. Was he strong enough to leave her to her new life that wasn’t stained with a monster?

Or would he go through with what she wanted by having him in her life?

Dating.

He didn’t know how to do that.

But Hawk knew he could satisfy every hunger the little bit had or would ever have.

She didn’t have to know his demons.

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