Page 56 of Restless Hawke
“You wanted me to bend you over that table and fuck you in front of all those people? You would’ve let me…”
I don’t bother denying it.
There’s just something about Coen Hawke. Something dangerous. Something wild. Something restless and unsteady. Like he can’t be put into a cage, and anyone who tries is only going to end up getting torn apart by his resistance.
“Probably, but then they never would’ve invited me back to play, would they?”
He chuckles low and resumes slowly brushing his thumb up and down my slit in a way that has my hips bowing up. His left forearm comes up across my pelvis, holding me down. “I don’t know what to think about that, Allegra.” He tilts his head sideways, examining me. His eyes intent on where his finger plays so relentlessly with me. “And I don’t know what I should do with you. Punish you for what you did to me?”
I shake my head. “No.”
The grin he gives me doesn’t offer me any hope. “Or reward you?”
“For what?”
He slides his thumb inside me, and I gasp at the sensation. “For actually finding a way to distract me and being the first one ever to do it.”
Shiiiiiiiiit.
Again, that sounds more like something that would warrant a threat, not a promise of the type of pleasure his touch does.
He withdraws his thumb, and I whimper only to have him drop his head between my spread thighs and lick me from the base of my cunt all the way up over my clit in one long, slow glide that has me bucking against his hold.
Fuck.
My grip on the counter borders on painful, and I drop my head back against the wall behind me.
Bottles and glasses on the bar rattle.
Coen doesn’t seem to care.
He groans his approval. “Fuck, do you taste good…”
I bet he does, too…
My mouth suddenly waters, wondering what his cock would taste like. About the flavor of his cum coating my tongue and sliding down my throat…
He laps at me again, probing as deep inside me as he can, fucking me with it the way I wish he would with his cock.
“Sweet.” Lick. “Delicious.” Lick. “Mysterious.” Lick. “Dangerous.” Another slow glide that makes me want to beg. “Fucking exquisite.” His eyes flick up to meet mine. “So many reasons this shouldn’t be happening…”
I gasp and nod.
“But you still want it, don’t you, Allegra? You came all the way to New Orleans to find me forthis.”
He glides his tongue across my cunt, sipping and drinking down my arousal, laving and sucking at my flesh, but not giving me what I really need.
Him.
I needhim.
I need him inside me.
I need him filling me.
I need him pummeling me.
I need it hard and rough.
