Page 71 of Feels Like the First Time
Direction.
Clarity.
Her smile, her confidence, the way she made him feel. It was addicting as hell. He could hold her all night and still itch to touch her. Kiss her until the sun went down and she’d still taste like his.
And damn, he wanted her to be his. Even more, he wanted to be hers. Her friend, her lover, her family.
“Come here,” he said, and when she wrapped her arms around his neck, he cupped those heart-shaped cheeks and pressed her against him, showing her how sure he was.
Her mouth was on him in seconds, hungry and demanding. And her hips,holy shit her hips, were doing this swivel action that was mind blowing. She slid up the length of him, then slowly back down, her hand on one side, her body on the other. Never taking him in, just teasing the skin, increasing the friction, the pressure, until breathing was impossible.
He was one stroke from going off like a rocket, but he gritted his teeth, because Ali was back on her knees, her head flung back and those glorious breasts jutting out for his viewing pleasure. And talk about pleasure, Ali was taking hers, rubbing herself into a frenzy.
So when her moans turned to groans, and finally quick releases of air that said she was almost there, Hawk decided he’d be the guy to take her anywhere she fucking desired.
Sitting up, he grabbed her hips and rocked to his own knees, setting her on his lap and setting a fast and hard rhythm that had sweat beading on his brow.
He’d give anything to slip right inside her, feel her with nothing between them. But this was about Ali, so he focused on her until her nipples hardened enough to graze his chest, and her slick heat moved with ease over him, and when her head rolled back and she cried out his name, Hawk slid on the condom and brought her on home.
“Oh God, Hawk,” she cried as he entered her in the height of her orgasm, causing a second wave of pleasure to roll through her—and through him.
Not giving her a chance to recover, Hawk laid her back, and with her ankles still locked around his hips, he drove all the way in and pulled nearly all the way out, only to slide slowly back in.
“Don’t,” she cried, fading off, and Hawk stilled.
“Don’t what?” he asked.
Those bedroom eyes opened and she grinned. “Don’t you dare stop.”
When it came to Ali, Hawk was quickly realizing he didn’t know how to stop.
He’d do whatever it took to go the distance. To stay. Right there in her bed.
In her life.
So when she wrapped those arms around his neck and held him until there was nothing between them but emotions, he was pretty sure his heart lodged itself in his chest. And when she pushed up and he was coming down, he felt as if he was going to explode out of his body.
“Anything you want,” he promised.
“Anything,” he said again as he withdrew all the way. “You.” He slid all the way back in, to the hilt, and she cried out his name. And when he felt her first tremor of release, he gave her everything he had and she took it—all of it. Giving him even more in return.
“Want,” he groaned as she shattered around him, her body coiling until he felt his body tighten to the point of passing out. His vision went hazy, his lungs gave out, and then he exploded so hard, his arms buckled.
He never let go, even as he collapsed and rolled them to the side. Holding her close so he could breathe her in.
Ali didn’t seem to mind, her limp arms doing their best to hold on. And Hawk knew right then that she was his. That all this time he’d had been looking for that one great love, and it was waiting for him right next door.
