“Are you hungry?” he asked.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Do you want vegetables for dinner?”
“Heck no.”
“Then get your ass up, get your shoes and get in the Camaro.”
“B-o-s-s-y.” I spelled it out like his Mom did earlier, moving to exit the recliner but his arms suddenly closed around me and I found myself plastered to his chest, his hand slid up to cup my head, tilt it then pull my lips down to his.
Then he kissed the smartass right out of me.
After that, I got up and did what I was ordered.
* * * * *
“Baby,” I breathed.
“You’re there,” Hawk growled in my ear, hand cupping my breast, fingers rolling my nipple, his other hand over mine, his finger manipulating mine at the golden spot while his c**k drove inside me.
He was right, I was there. My head flew back, collided with his shoulder and I came. Hard.
His hand between my legs took mine and he wrapped both our arms around my middle, his other hand still cupping my breast as he drove me down and he thrust up, his face in my neck, his deep grunts shivering through me.
Then he ground me down as he pounded up, kept the connection and he growled into my neck.
“Baby,” I whispered, my neck twisting, his head came up, his mouth took mine and his tongue slid inside.
God, I loved the taste of him.
He held me close and connected as he kissed me then his mouth released mine. He pulled me off his cock, twisted me around, put me on my back in bed and followed me down. His body covered mine, his h*ps between mine, I wrapped my calves around his thighs and my arms around his back.
His face went into my neck and my fingers trailed the skin of his back.
“Hawk?” I called.
“No, baby, to answer your question, I’m not a superhero,” he said into my neck, my body stilled and I realized he was joking.
“Arrogant,” I remarked but I did it laughing.
His head came up, he smiled down at me and my hand automatically slid down, around, up his chest, his neck to cup his cheek, my thumb touching his dimple.
“Gwen?” I heard and I jerked my eyes from their contemplation of his dimple to his.
“Yeah?”
“You called me, babe.”
“I did?”
His smile got deeper; I saw it and felt it as his dimple moved under my thumb.
“Yeah, you did,” he answered.
“Sorry, I got mesmerized by your dimple.”
He went still then his face dipped close and he murmured, “Christ, like it when you’re sweet.”