Page 70 of Chaotic Curse
“Fine.Action?Mystery?Horror?”
“Something with a plot,” he says, leaning closer to see the options.
“Fair enough.”I keep scrolling “What about a classic?Indiana Jones?Die Hard?”
He raises a brow.“Die Hard’s a Christmas movie.”
“Is not.”
“It is,” he persists.
I snort.“Die Hard,” I say, “and I’ll let you have your way with me.”
He grins, rakes his gaze over me.“Deal.”
I click play, and as the opening credits roll, Hawk shifts just slightly, his thigh brushing mine.The warmth of him seeps through my jeans, his scent—soap, leather, and something darker—settling around me like a blanket.
By the time the first chase scene explodes across the screen, my head has tipped toward him.Not enough to be obvious, but enough that I can feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing.And for tonight, for this moment, I let myself believe we really are just two regular people winding down after dinner—no shadows, no danger, no pasts pressing at the edges.
Just us.
I snuggle up to him, and he leans down, tips my chin, and kisses my lips.
A soft moan escapes me, and I tangle my fingers in his soft hair.He deepens the kiss, cradling my jaw.The taste of him, of the wine from dinner, sends a thrill of desire through me.
Slowly, he pulls away, the lack of his warmth making me whimper just slightly.“Dani,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble.His eyes are filled with a raw emotion that takes my breath away.
I want to tell him how much this means to me, how muchhemeans to me.But speaking those words out loud feels too real, too daunting.
“Shh,” he whispers, pressing his finger to my lips.“You don’t need to say anything.”
We fall into a gentle kiss then.
But it doesn’t stay gentle for long.
The kiss grows deeper, more desperate, each movement filled with urgency.He wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer, his warmth seeping into my very core.
“Hawk,” I gasp, pulling away just slightly to catch my breath.
He responds with a soft growl and digs his fingers into my hips.
“Dani,” he breathes, capturing my lips again in a fiery kiss.
For a moment, we lose ourselves in each other, the world around us fading away as we give in to the passion.
I pull away again, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath.I look up into Hawk’s eyes and see a depth of emotion that leaves me breathless.“Hawk,” I whisper.“I want this.I want you.”
“I want you too, Dani.”
Without another word, he bends down and captures my lips in another searing kiss.This time, there’s no urgency, no desperation.Just us.Just this.We lose ourselves in each other, the world around us fading into insignificance.
Clothes.
Too many clothes.
I pull back from the kiss.Pull my T-shirt over my head.
We’re still dirty from the waterpark.Tired from the hospital visit.
