God, he smelled good.
His mouth came to my ear. “Got shit to do, babe,” he murmured.
It was morning. The morning after the girl posse meeting of the minds. The morning after he promised to handle me with care.
“Okay,” I whispered.
Even though he had things to do, again this was no first thing in the morning nookie, slam bam, thank you ma’am. His mouth came to mine and he kissed me lightly and again then again before he nipped my bottom lip.
Shit but I liked when he did that.
So much that when he started to roll off me, I rolled with him so I was on top, straddling him, my forearms in the bed, my br**sts brushing his chest, my hair framing both our faces.
One of his hands spanned my hip, the other one gathered one side of my hair, holding it at my neck.
“Gwen,” he said softly.
God, I really loved my name.
I lifted a hand and put it to his face, my thumb moving over his brow, his cheekbone, to where his dimple would be if he was smiling then across his lips and he let me do this, his eyes locked to mine.
“Do you promise to handle me with care?” I whispered, my heart racing.
His hand at my hip curved around my waist pulling me down to him and his hand at my neck did the same so our faces were a breath away.
“Promise,” he whispered back.
“Swear?” I pushed.
“Swear, baby.”
“You had a hand up too, Hawk,” I told him.
“Dropped it awhile ago, Gwen.”
Shit. He had. He totally had.
I nodded then bent my head the quarter inch I needed to touch my lips to his. His arms got tight, he rolled me to my back and my lip touch became a long, hard, wet, delicious kiss.
His head came up and he asked, “You just give me you?”
“I’m gonna try,” I answered.
“All I can ask, Sweet Pea,” he muttered did the triple touch with his lips again, denied me the nip then stated, “We’re goin’ out tonight.”
Oh yeah. I liked that.
“Okay.”
“Dress sweet for me, baby,” he ordered.
“Okay,” I repeated.
He smiled down at me, his dimples popping out then I got the belated nip on my lower lip.
Nice.
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