Page 94 of Filthy Love

She couldn’t blame him for the raised brow.

Not when she’d mulled over every word he’d said for the past thirteen and a half minutes and each passing minute meant she was burning inside.

All these years and she’d never known how he’d felt and just like that he’d laid it out for her.

He’d watched her.

Probably in a creepy way, but she didn’t care.

He’d watched her for years.

Needed to be close to her.

And hadn’t said a damn word.

“Got you the egg rolls you like.”

“Thank you,” she said. “What did you get?”

“Sticky ribs.”

He was standing long, and rangy unpacking the takeout, arms dusted in fine blond hair hanging at his side with his head tilted in the way she loved and recognized now as his thinking pose when he was trying to figure her out.

He called himself a monster?

Well he hadn’t seen anything yet. Gia could get damn monstrous when she was provoked. She had her father’s Greek temper and her mom’s impatience.

It was a heady cocktail of femaleness when she was pissed off.

How dare he declare his feelings like that. Basically, saying she was his fucking life line or something close for all these years and then stroll out like egg rolls were more important.

She attacked him.

Oh, it was a strategic move she was proud of. Waiting until he slung his coat over the back of a chair and she threw her whole body at him. Hands on his shoulders, legs around his waist, she went for his mouth seconds later.

Big bear hands cupped her butt and Hawk fell into her kiss like he’d just been waiting for it all day long. Or even longer from the way he began sucking on her tongue.

Starved, he turned sharply and had her pressed up against the wall while she devoured him and when it looked like he was going to detach their mouths she buried her hands in his hair, anchoring them together, nibbling on his lower lip, swiping it with her tongue.

His groan shot through her.

“Kiss me,” she insisted, delving in, using his tongue as sport, “give me your taste, Hawk.” His fingers dug into her ass cheeks and she found herself humping his belly, moving her boiling hot core against those hard ridges to gain friction enough to satisfy the urges inside her.

If Hawk was a monster than she was just as beastly.

“You wanted me,” she said with forcefulness bruising her words. Hurt and lust tied for first position, “all this time, you wanted me, and you made us go without each other.” She slammed his mouth, silencing him, eating whatever he might have offered up to her accusation. The taste of his regret came with his tongue duelling hers.

“Gia…” he managed before she stopped him with another punishing, wet kiss.

He spoke in that way that made her insides turn to jello and had her thinking in terms of being his beloved queen at his side forever holding court with his scowl on display. The deepened gravel poured over honey came right from his diaphragm and in a tempo, which somehow knew the right decibel to level her wild and needy.

She loved his voice.

She loved his voice better when she was swallowing it.

She gasped when his teeth nipped. Laughing lightly, she teased peppered kisses over his face.

“Give me this. I’m so empty. I need you. Just this, Hawk. You owe me so many kisses. You made us wait for each other!”

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