I smile at her comment and brush a silky strand of hair from her face. “I’ve spent a lot of years analyzing people. And you… you’re holding back with me.”
She rolls toward me, resting her head on her palm. “Imagine that. Holding back with a guy who lied to me for months.”
“Yet here we are, lying next to each other, our bodies proving what we can’t admit.”
She stays still for a second, then leans in slightly, her voice a soft whisper. “So, what are you going to do about it?” Her breath hitches, and her scent is warm and excited. She’s making a monster of me. Those curves, and those lips. She unzips her sleeping bag and rolls on top of me, her gaze dilated, ready, nearly black.
She wets her lips and squirms, looking down at me from above, her legs straddle my waist, and my cock jumps with excitement.
I should stop her. I know I should, but I can’t. She’s testing the bond, and I’m relishing in every sensation.
A soft moan escapes her lips as she rocks her hips back and forth. “You’re the one who’s needy, aren’t you, Special Agent? Do you want me? Do you want this tight little pussy, and my thick hips pressed against you? Do you want my soft lips on your cock, and my silky hair spread over your stomach?” The way she says the words is almost rhythmic, like a snake charmer, luring me in. I go blank and my dick goes hard. It’s working.
She could do anything from this point forward, and I’d be at her mercy. Happily. Willingly. Fully.
Chapter Five
Violet
Men are simple, I learned that when I worked at The Barnyard. It’s a country night club that caters to locals and out of towners alike. It seems all it takes is a little sexual interest and suddenly men are at your feet, ready and willing to please you however possible. At least that’s what the women did at the bar. I’m not sure what kind of deals they were making, but I saw them using their sexuality to get it.
Then again, I might be as simple as Hawk. Despite the fact that he’s holding me against my will, I’m attracted to this big, inked, burly cop laying beneath me and with every word that slips from our lips, I genuinely want him more.
I suck in a deep breath.God, he smells good. It’s like a walk on a late fall day after a campfire. My plan was to tempt him with something naughty, lull him into a sense of safety, then dart. But now, staring down at his big brown eyes, as his cock presses against me, all I can think is how bad I want to touch him. I wonder what he’d feel like inside of me, what I’d feel like on top of him, what his hands would feel like on my throat, on my stomach, on my skin.
“I need to touch you, Violet. I don’t think you understand what you’re doing to me.” His voice is deep and brooding, almost pained and I want to relieve him.
“What then? I’m a virgin,” I choke, nearly whispering. “We fuck, and then what?”
“I don’t want to fuck you,” he growls, his eyes flaring with some kind of spark I’ve never seen. “It’s deeper than that. I want to know when I have you, you’re mine… for good. And it’s been a long damn time, Violet. I’m just as scared of all this as you are.”
“Please. I’m really supposed to believe that a guy that looks like you, isn’t giving it to every woman that asks.”
He laughs and turns his head to the side. “And I’m supposed to believe you’re a virgin? You’re talking like you got an education on seduction. Valedictorian, I’m sure.”
My clit throbs as I change positions ever so slightly. His hard cock lays lengthwise in his jeans, hard enough to press against my mound as I move. “Good thing I don’t care what you think,” I say, lowering toward him. I’m not sure what I’m doing, or why I’m doing it, but my body takes over like it knows best and though a part of my rational brain knows I should be stopping, I don’t. I keep moving down until his lips are on mine and my thighs are begging for friction.
I rise and fall to chase the touch of his hand on my back, as an aching whisper escapes my lips.
“You need to stop, if you’re playing with me,” he growls into my ear, sending a low rumble of tingles down through my spine and into my groin.
I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know why I’m doing it. Well, I did… but that’s long gone out the window. Now, this isn’t to run.I want him.I want the torment to be over. I want him to spread me wide and hold me close to his chest.
“I’m not playing with you, Hawk.” I manage the words breathlessly as I cling to his shirt.
He draws his hand up and lands it on my cheek. “Then lay back. I need to taste you first. I need to hear beg me for relief.”
“Now who’s talking like a valedictorian seducer?”
He grins and rolls me back, taking control of the moment. I can’t help but wonder if this is my first mistake. That letting him have control even for a moment will put me at risk for whatever he may have planned. But right now, I don’t care. The thought is brief and buried beneath hormones the second I catch sight of his glassy eyes as he dips and pulls at my leggings. I can’t help but ache for more. I’ve lost the battle against myself.
I’m not sure what I expect from the big, burly man, but he takes his time with me, gently drawing out the torture of his touch. His fingertips graze across my needy skin and his eyes rake over me like he’s holding a prize, like he needs me, just as badly as I need him… maybe more.
My body isn’t as patient, and I feel my hips rising, searching for his face. When he finally buries his beard against my mound, my insides scream, and I let out a sigh so deeply held that it makes him groan. For a few moments, he devours me, like it’s been his life’s mission to come here to this place and touch me. And in this moment, it’s hard to believe I ever thought he could hurt me. He’s so gentle.
How is it that a man I’ve known for less than twenty-four hours makes me feel ways I’ve been desperate to feel for as long as I’ve longed for love?
I’m soaking wet, embarrassingly so, but he seems to like it. He laps me up and slides two fingers deep inside, stretching me further than I’ve ever been stretched.