“Not really.”
I held his eyes. Then I mumbled, “Unh-hunh.”
His smile got bigger and I knew this because his dimples pressed deeper.
“Unh-hunh?” he prompted.
“Man of mystery,” I replied.
His hand trailed up my back and his head dipped closer to mine. “I like surprising you, Sweet Pea. Whenever I do something you like, your face gentles.” He touched his mouth to mine and moved back a smidge. “It’s a good look,” he finished on a whisper.
Wow.
“My face does that?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Hmm,” I mumbled.
“Saw it again just now and before, twice.”
“Before? Twice?”
His lips brushed mine then slid down my cheek to my ear where he whispered, “Yeah, baby, both times my mouth wasn’t between your legs, right before you came.”
Definitely my belly was squishy.
“Hawk –”
“Lights on if it’s dark when I f**k you, missed that look for a year and a half too, not missin’ it again.”
Now my throat was tingly and I could feel my heart swelling.
I slid one of my arms around to his back, I pressed in closer as my neck twisted slightly so my lips were at the skin of his. “You didn’t let me do anything to you,” I whispered.
“You can do whatever you want to me in about two minutes,” he whispered back, his hand drifting down to my ass, then pushing in.
“Whatever I want?”
“Whatever you want, baby.”
“Oh my,” I breathed and he chuckled in my ear.
Nice.
I pressed even closer.
Then his head suddenly came up, I looked up at him and saw it was tilted. He was listening.
Then he clipped, “Fuck.”
“Fuck what?”
He didn’t answer. He knifed out of bed taking me with him.
When I was on my feet by the bed, I repeated, “Fuck what, Hawk?”
He looked down at me but grabbed my hand and started pulling me to my suitcases.