“Hawk –”
His arm at my waist and hand at my head tightened. “Babe, you need to confirm you get me.”
“God!” I exploded. “Yes, okay, I get you. Yeesh!”
The dimples popped out, he rolled me again so he was on top, his face was at my neck and his hands started sliding against the satin of Cam’s nightgown.
Mm. Guess that subject was closed.
“Hawk, I thought you were wiped,” I remarked.
“Yeah, I was, but this thing is soft and what’s under it softer, didn’t have either pressed against me when I said that so now I’m not wiped anymore,” he said against my neck.
Mm!
He touched his tongue to the skin behind my ear.
Mm!
My hands went to his back, which wasn’t soft, it was hard and that hard was the nice kind of hard so they explored.
Then he whispered, “Your sister’s out of trouble, babe, and as safe as I can make her.”
My hands stilled as it hit me.
Top secret operation according to Elvira. He’d put his top men on it. He’d gone off-line and hadn’t checked his voicemail all day. He’d been there when Ginger showed at Leo and Cam’s. He’d been following her, guessing she would come to me.
He’d spent his day, after how I treated him, going all out, likely putting himself and his boys in danger in order to give me what I wanted most in this world.
Oh my God.
His head came up and he looked down at me.
“Woulda made a deal with the devil to get my wife and daughter back.” He was still whispering and my breath stilled. “Don’t have that chance so nothin’ I can do about that. But I darkened your door, baby, and you lit up my life again so I’m not lettin’ that go.”
Oh my God.
He continued. “And Meredith is already your real Mom. You want that legal then call an attorney. But, I’m tellin’ you, it’s already there, you just need to embrace it. So, I can’t give you that ‘cause you already have it.”
Tears stung my eyes again.
“Hawk –” I whispered, my arms tightening.
Hawk kept talking. “Don’t know Freeman and because of that, I figure he’d be unreceptive to me gettin’ in his business but you want me to have a word with him about puttin’ a ring on his woman’s finger, I’ll do it.”
“Stop talking,” I begged.
He didn’t.
“Tomorrow, we’ll go to Tiffany’s and you can pick out what you want.”
I wrapped a leg around him and held on tight.
“Stop talking, Hawk.”
His hand slid up the satin to cup my breast as his face got closer.
“Does that fix what I cut up inside you?” he whispered. “Or do you wanna give me a new list?”