Page 70 of Feels Like the First Time
Sexy, naked ways.
He must have made a sound, because he heard her give a contented and breathy moan, felt her breathing change, and knew she was awake.
And that he was in trouble.
“You’re awake,” she said, those big mossy eyes lifting to his. She gave a little stretch, rolling on her side and sliding her leg over his. And her hand, yeah, it was sliding down his stomach, far enough for her to know firsthand just how awake he was.
“I never took you for a cuddler, sunshine, but I got to say, it looks good on you.” He cocked a brow at her hand and Ali jerked it back. “How did you sleep?”
“I slept great.” She came up on her elbow, her hair a mess of sexy waves. She gave a shy smile. “Thank you for being here last night.”
“Anytime.” He tucked her hair behind her ear, then ran his thumb over her cheekbone. “We have an hour before we have to leave. Want me to make up some breakfast?”
“I never took you for a nurturer, boo, but I gotta say, it looks good on you.” Her gaze roamed his body, followed by her fingers. “Almost as good as my sheets.”
God, she was sexy.
“So, maybe coffee and leftover pie?”
“Maybe,” she said, moving up his body to deliver the gentlest of morning kisses.
Always a giver, Hawk kissed her back, a sweet and gentle brush of the lips that was meant to soothe, ease her into the morning. After last night she needed some serious pampering. But when it came to Ali, one kiss was never enough.
He’d come here to be a support in her time of need, but Ali’s needs had clearly gone from comfort to carnal, because suddenly her hand was engaged in an interesting game of what’s behind door number one.
Nothing good, that’s for sure.
This was one of those moments when someone had to put on the brakes, point out that she’d had a rough night, and suggest that maybe they talk it out. Over breakfast. Only she didn’t seem to be in a talking mood. As for breakfast, her mind was set on something a little hotter than pie. And what kind of jerk told a lady what she could and couldn’t have for breakfast?
Not this guy. Nope, Hawk was all about the lady’s needs and wants, and Ali wanted him. Something that became obvious when she slid her hands beneath the waistband of his jeans, giving him the best good morning of his life.
So instead he kept his mouth shut, reminded himself that it was always ladies first, and pulled Ali on top of him. If his change of plans fazed her, Ali didn’t show it. In fact, she came to him soft and pliant, and so damn sweet.
“Hawk,” she moaned. No, it was more of a groan—and before he knew it, his thumbs were sliding beneath the hem of her pajama bottoms. She took that as a green light to go back to work on his jeans, unbuttoning them with her fingers, while her mouth slowly, languidly worked his.
Which he had no problem with because it caused her shirt to gape open, and with a little one-two action of his nimble fingers, they were up and under and,his life was complete, she had gone for a bra-free kind of night.
Just like she’d gone home with him because she’d needed a friend. And there he lay, friend of the year, with his hands up her top while she was looking ready to go down on him.
Even though he wanted her to go down, and of course he’d return the favor, but he’d promised himself not to be one more person who took advantage of her, and she’d been pretty messed up a few hours ago.
“Ali,” he said, cupping her face. “You’ve had a rough night, and you’re going to have a long day. We don’t have to do this. I’m okay with just talking.”
She sat back on her knees, her eyes locked on his, then she smiled. “Last night was just the start of a really long process. There’ll be months of talking and worrying. Right now I don’t want to think of anything but this.” She ran a hand down his abs—and lower—cupping him over his jeans. “I don’t want to think of anything but us.”
And to prove it, Ali reached for the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up and over, and Hawk sucked in a breath.
She was stunning. Petite, athletic, and with just the right amount of curves to have his body saying,Oh yeah.Then she was kissing him, and man, the woman kissed like she lived—bold and unapologetic.
“As long as you’re sure?” he chuckled against her lips.
She mumbled something aboutShut the fuck up and kiss me, but it was hard to decipher with her tongue down his throat. And in casethatwasn’t crystal fucking clear enough, she made short order of his pants, then draped her naked body over his.
But instead of going for the gold, she took a minute to study him, as if looking for something. And Hawk prayed to God that he had what she needed, because this was as real as it was going to get for him.
Thank Christ, she must have found whatever she was searching for, because she met his gaze and whispered, “I’m always sure with you, Hawk.”
At her words, calm stillness took over, starting in his chest and radiating out until everything inside him caught wind and all he felt was peace.
