Page 54 of Feels Like the First Time
He ran a finger under the halter strap of her top and followed it down to the triangle, his finger dipping beneath the fabric. “This isn’t a bathing suit. This is a siren’s call.”
“You should see the bottoms.” She rose up on her knees slightly, just enough to give a small inch of space between their bodies, and with a teasing glance down and back up.
“Although I do love watching, I’m more of a touch and feel kind of guy.”
Hawk wrapped his hands around the backs of her naked thighs, and slowly slid his fingers up and under her shorts—not stopping until he found what he was looking for. Then her body found what it was looking for, a little pressure that was sexy enough to have her head falling back.
“You have a point, touching is so much better,” she moaned.
“Wait until the touching leads to feeling, sunshine,” he said, and to prove his point, his thumb gave another pass, around the edge of her bottoms, and then right up the center. Even through the fabric of her suit, she could feel the heat of his fingers at her core.
It had her feeling all kinds of things. Especially when he pulled the fabric aside, his fingers working their magic as his mouth covered her nipple. Nuzzling and sucking her through the fabric until her breath came in short, harsh bursts.
She looked down, watching him savor her body, and finding that his gaze was still on hers. Watching her watch him, his eyes getting darker with every level he took her to. She felt him smile a second before his finger sank all the way in.
“God, Bradley,” she moaned and arched back.
“I like it when you call me that.”
“Bradley?”
He grinned. “God.”
She could have argued, but what was the point. Hawk was a sex god of the superior kind. He had her a few strokes away from what she knew was going to be the best orgasm of her life, and she was still completely clothed.
Scratch that. In one ninja move, Hawk lifted her up and her shorts off, without even breaking contact. Then with the smile that proved he was also a woman whisperer, he hooked a finger in the front of her suit and tugged her closer so he could take her mouth, while his other fingers took her right up to the edge—where she hung on as long as she could—then finally fell over.
And what a fall it was.
Mind, body, and soul, she plummeted into those warm brown eyes of his, certain that she could spend forever right there.
Her body ached with pleasure, and her heart struggled to stay in her chest, and just when she thought she couldn’t take any more pampering, Hawk added the right amount of friction and—Oh God!—Ali came again with a loud cry.
Heat rushed through her body and the release she’d waited an eternity for exploded until all she could see was a bright light. And all she could feel was Hawk’s strong body wrapped around hers. Her arms shook, her thighs tightened, and her lungs burned.
“Breathe,” Hawk chuckled, slowly guiding her down to earth. And when she knew she couldn’t cling any tighter, she let out a breath and opened her eyes. Their foreheads were pressed together, and Hawk was stroking her back. And smiling.
God, she loved his smile.
“I thought you were going to pass out,” he said.
“I think I did.” When her legs could support her, she rested back and took a moment to admire the beautiful half-naked man in front of her. “I was thinking.”
He laughed. “You mean to tell me during all that, you were thinking.” Hawk rested back on his hands, their position causing his erection to press against her core, sending a nice little aftershock through her body. “I must have been doing something wrong.”
She ran her palms down his chest again. Now that she’d allowed herself to touch him, she couldn’t seem to stop. “I was thinking that you did it so right, you may have gotten me to change my mind.”
He cocked one of his brows, making him look roguish and sexy as hell. “I’m listening.”
Yes, he was. He always was. Listening, really hearing what people were saying, was another one of his superpowers.
“Watching is fun.” Ali’s fingers teased down his chest, back and forth, lower and lower they went until they found the waistband of his shorts. He was in athletic shorts, an easyone tug and they’d be gonestyle that she’d always wanted to play with.
So she tugged, and played, and tugged a little more, her tongue licking her lips when he let out a small groan.
“Watching is fun,” he agreed, eyes riveted on her face.
“But I think the touching part is so much better,” she said, and slid her hand beneath the waistband—and down the heated, long ridge that was begging for her attention.
