Page 45 of Her Magnificent Mistake
It was all the warning she got before he leaned forward and licked her.
Marcia gasped and tried to shift her legs closed, but he wouldn’t allow it, hands holding her in place with strong, eager hands. Again his tongue slid along her cleft, causing her to jump, then sink down into the sensation with a groan of need.
How had she lived without this?
Hawk hummed his approval, moving one hand from her thigh to her core. He hunkered down, kneeling at her feet, as he twisted his head to lick and suck and tease. Her core, already sensitive from the early pounding orgasm, responded immediately. Sherocked her hips forward to give him better access, widening her stance, inviting him in.
His fingers, thick and scarred, played oh-so-gently with her cleft and the bud of her pleasure. His tongue circled her clitoris, again and again, until she was half mad with anticipation and half astonished she was still standing.
When he finally slid his fingers—first one, then two and three—inside her, she cried out with victory and rocked against them.Yes.
Her pleasure built as he worshiped at her feet, her hand on his head in benediction. He proved, with his tongue and lips and fingers and murmured moans, that he found her just as desirable as he had all those years ago.
Back before he was a murderer.
No, do not think of that. He loves you, and you love him, and he is showing you pleasure you have needed for so long.
Yes, Hawk knew her body, knew what she needed—and would give it to her.
He stroked and plunged and pinched in all the right ways. As he curled his fingers inside her to brush against the secret spot deep inside her core, his lips closed around her clitoris.
She knew what was coming, ached for it, and yet when it happened…
When he suckedhard, she jolted in surprise, and her release slammed into her unexpectedly. “Hawk!” she screamed, holding his head against her cunny as she bucked helplessly, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her veins and muscles.
By all the saints! That was…remarkable.
As her climax faded and her knees started to suggest they could properly hold her weight, Hawk slid his fingers from her body, smirking slightly when he tipped his head back.
He looked quite proud of himself and made a show of licking his lips, gathering her dew into his mouth. “I think that proves exactly how desirable I still find ye?”
Grinning, she patted his hair fondly. “I suppose so.”
“Christ, ye dinnae have any idea how long I’ve dreamed of doing that,” he groaned as he pushed himself to his feet.
“Oh, I think I have a vague idea.” Since he now stood in front of her, his erect cock thrusting boldly from its nest of dark hair, she wrapped her fingers around it and grinned. “Likely as long as I have dreamed of you doing it.”
When she stroked him, he shuddered. “Lass, dinnae push me.”
“Or what?” She stroked him again. “Do you think yourself recovered enough to fook me, Hawk? I want to feel your cock in me.”
He stood there, allowing her to stroke him, for long enough that Marcia considered dropping to her knees to suck him to completion, the way he’d worshipped her. But he merely watched her, those dark eyes doing little to hide the desperation she saw on his face.
So, he needed more of an invitation.
She moved forward, allowing her nipples to brush against his chest. “What you said earlier. About holding my tits as you slammed into me from behind. Or my strength matching yours,”she whispered, running her palm along him. “I want that. I want to feel you claiming me. To know I am yours.”
“Marcia,” he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut.
“Please, Hawk,” she whispered, not caring in that moment what he’d done in the past. Knowing they only had this moment together. Knowing he would hate her when she found the evidence that would send him to prison—or worse. Knowing they had no future except this moment to claim what passion they could. “Fook me.”
His hands fell to her shoulders and he roughly pulled her away from him, spinning her about, then yanking her against him so her back was to his chest and her breasts untended.
Before she had time to react, he’d caught both her wrists in one hand and held them, forcing her back to arch, her head resting against his shoulder, her breasts on display as his cock probed at her arse.
“Ye’ve missed this, lass?” he whispered roughly, his free hand going to her breast to squeeze. “Ye’ve missed my touch?”
“So very much,” she groaned, wriggling her hips. God, could her body already be building toward another climax? Being held like this, being touched so roughly…
