Page 60 of Feels Like the First Time
“I meant with those.” He pointed to the kegs with his chin.
“Oh.” She straightened and smiled, big and proud. “I’m giving you your kegs back?”
He pulled the cable out of the electrical plug and stuffed it in his pocket. “And why would you do that?”
“Well.” She took a big breath, as if she’d been contemplating the meaning of life, and giving him back his kegs was the answer. “I don’t think it’s right to keep your stolen kegs anymore.”
He grinned. “You didn’t seem to have a problem holding them hostage a few weeks ago.”
“Right,” she whispered to herself, then squared her shoulders. “Well, at that time, we were just friends, then we became kissing friends, and now we’re sexy friends and it doesn’t feel right to hold on to your things without your permission.”
Hawk crossed his arms, sure to flex a little for her benefit. “Sunshine, most women would thank me for the best night of their life, then kiss me.”
“I’m not most women,” she said, not sounding insulted at all.
A truer statement had never been made.
“But if it would make you feel better.” Ali set her hands on his chest, and slowly rose up on the tips of her toes, her hips brushing against his thighs, then higher until Hawk’s stick was making a reappearance. When she still couldn’t reach his lips, she crooked her finger for him to come closer.
Hawk didn’t need a second invite. His pulse raced harder and faster as he dipped his head until his mouth was hovering, and then she made the final move. And what a move it was. Ali slanted her head, taking his lower lip between her two plump ones, and gave a long, slow tug, the impact nearly knocking him to his knees.
Only she wasn’t done. Oh no, his girl let it go with a pop, only to repeat the same sweet torture on his upper lip—this time using her teeth. And Hawk lost all good sense.
Maybe he’d never had any around Ali. It would explain why it had taken so long for him to get to this point. With his hand on her waist and her tongue teasing his lips. Because had he known just how hard she would rock his world, he would have kissed her years ago.
A round of applause and a few flashes went off in the distance, and Ali pulled back with a sweet smile. “Thanks, Hawk.”
She started to go back down on her feet, but he pulled her up against him. “Thanks for what, sunshine?”
“For being you,” she said softly, and Hawk’s heart rolled over and showed its soft underbelly. Because everything about this woman disarmed him. “And I really am sorry that I woke you.”
He looked at that soft, sweet mouth and groaned. “I’m not.”
Without warning, Hawk picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, then headed toward Main Street.
“What are you doing?” she said, smacking his butt.
“Finally getting some sleep…ladies,” he said as he walked past the Steppers and their flashing camera phones. Ali put up a fight the entire way up the stairs and into his apartment, but she was smiling while doing it.
“What’s up with the shoes?” he asked as he walked down the hallway.
“I was breaking them in. I figure if I could lug kegs in them, walking down an aisle will be a snap.”
With a chuckle, and a smack on that fabulous ass, he tossed her on the bed, and before she could scramble up, he stretched out next to her and pulled her snug against him.
With one arm he covered them with the blanket; the other was cupping her boob like he owned it. Then after nuzzling the back of her neck, he finally,finallyclosed his eyes.
Damn, she felt good in his bed.
Just as he was getting comfortable, his body settling into the idea of catching some much needed Z’s, Ali rolled over in his arms, her face inches from his. “Are we really sleeping?”
He opened one eye. “Yes. And this time when I wake up, the first thing I want to see is sunshine.”
