“No.” I shake my head. “This was just the right time. I needed time. Much as I hate to fucking admit it, you're raising a good little girl, and you've done that all on your fucking own. Of course I wanted to fucking be there, but if I couldn't, I'm glad you're the one who was there. Your reasons aren’t the same as my mother’s.”
“But I hurt you. All of you.”
“You did. But sometimes fucked up decisions are still the right ones to make in the moment.” I don't realize it until I say it, but I believe it. “You're right. Isabella deserves better. And I'm getting sick of being mad all the time when I don’t hate you.”
She cocks her head a bit to the side. “You always call her Isabella. The others call her Izzy now, but not you.”
“It's her fucking name, isn't it?”
“Yeah, but—”
“Shh.” I slide my hand up her arm, exploring the shape of her until I can cradle her neck and the back of her head. “You said you'd do anything for me.” As the tension releases between us, there's another kind of tension building up. A lot of it in my fucking jeans.
“I—I mean… yes, but—” Her eyes widen. I think she just noticed, but she doesn't move.
“I have some ideas.” My grip tightens, capturing some of her hair between my fingers.
“Ideas?”
“Ideas. We good?”
Her nod is tentative, restricted by my grip. “I am if you are. Are you?”
“Yeah.” I caress her cheek with my thumb. “Yeah, I think I am. I’ve got some time to make up for.”
Then I pull her in, just enough for her soft lips to touch mine. She tastes like fucking heaven.
26
ALESSA
Hawk's lips are softer than I remember.
His grip on the back of my head is insistent, though, and when I don't resist, he grows more demanding. His tongue finds mine while his free hand explores the gap between my T-shirt and my jeans, stroking my skin underneath it. As soft as his lips are, his fingertips are rough, the fingers of a working man.
Suddenly, he wrenches us apart, guiding me by my hair. “So you think you can fucking get away with teasing me with those blowjob lips of yours, do you?”
“What? I—”
He grins. “I'll give you the opportunity to make it up to me, babe, but first we're getting your damn clothes off. I want to see fucking all of you. Every soft, sexy fucking inch.” He pushes my shirt up, exposing my bra. “If you're going to be mine, I don't ever want you hiding yourself from me. Understand?”
Oh God. Apparently we did come to an understanding. I just wasn't quite prepared for what it might entail.
“Yes? I don't—”
“Shh.” He tears my shirt off and throws it aside. A moment later, my bra goes with it. Then he pulls me right back in for another kiss.
I pull at his shirt, but he bats my hand away. Apparently I'm getting naked, but not him. Not yet.
When he pulls us apart, I gasp for air. Heat rushes straight to my core, like it’s been waiting for this moment since they showed up at my door.
Hawk smacks my breast, not hard, but enough to make me jump. “You thought you could keep these from me, didn’t you?” He hisses the words right into my ear.
“I didn't mean to—” Then I squeak in surprise as he twists us around so that I'm the one lying on the bed and he's on top of me.
“You've been a bad fucking girl, Alessa. And bad girls get punished.” He moves just enough to pop the button on my jeans and yank them down. My underwear comes with them. In a moment, he has me completely naked, while he's still fully dressed. It makes me feel a lot more exposed than if he'd taken his clothes off too.
“What are you going to do to me?” I say in a breathless voice.
He's looking down at me like he's going to devour me, his dark eyes nearly black with lust. “Anything I fucking want.” His growl sets my hair on end.
He grabs my hip, then slides his hand down to my ass. “This is fucking mine.” Then he pushes my legs open. I only resist a moment. He finds my overheated pussy and slides two thick fingers through my slick folds. His fingertips glisten when they come out. “And this is fucking mine. Fuck, you're wet.”
I don't have a good response for that. Just licking my lips. It apparently gives him ideas. He presents his fingers to me.
“Taste how fucking hot you are.”
I open for him. He pushes his fingers all the way in, so deep I almost gag.
“Suck,” he orders.
Pretending his fingers are his cock, I swirl my tongue around them while he looks down on me. With his free hand, he caresses me, running his fingers over my hips and up my side, so light chills surge over my skin.