I walked to the dresser and opened my jewelry drawer, unearthing the Tiffany’s box.
He’d bought me a diamond bracelet too, just as he said, that very next day after we became us for the second time. I told him he couldn’t possibly do that either and when in the store, refused to pick one. So he did.
I pulled the bracelet out of the box and shut the drawer just when I felt Hawk’s fingertips on the skin of my side right where the material started. Those fingertips became a hand gliding into my dress, across my ribs and then up where they cupped my opposite breast. Then he pulled me into his front.
“Hawk,” I whispered, my head falling back to his shoulder as his thumb swept my nipple and I repeated, “Hawk.”
“Hold onto the dresser, baby,” he muttered into my ear.
“What?” I breathed as his other hand tugged up the skirt of my dress.
“Hold on,” he ordered.
“We’re late,” I reminded him then sucked in breath when I got another nipple swipe.
“We’re gonna be later,” Hawk replied.
“But –”
“Hold on,” he repeated, his hand sliding into the front of my panties.
Oh God.
He hit the golden spot.
Oh God.
My head turned so my forehead was pressed to his neck.
“We’ll be quick now,” he whispered. “But later, I’ll show you how I really feel about this dress.”
“’Kay,” I agreed but I did it on a moan because the fingers on both his hands moved.
* * * * *
I crossed my legs in the Camaro, studying my shoes at the same time adjusting my bracelet on my wrist for no reason except I liked to remind myself it was there.
“Okay, well, we have to come up with an excuse. You needing to work and me needing a makeup change isn’t going to cut it. We’re seriously late,” I said into the car.
“Babe, we don’t need an excuse. Anyone who sees you in that dress and those shoes will know exactly why we’re late.”
I felt my face pale, actually felt it, and turned my head to look at him. “That isn’t true.”
“Okay, I’ll amend my statement. Any man who sees you in that dress and those shoes will know exactly why we’re late. Including your Dad.”
“Ack!” I gagged then put my hands up to my ears and chanted, “La la la.”
Through my chanting I heard Hawk laugh.
When it seemed it was safe, I stopped chanting and dropped my hands.
Hawk started speaking. “Got an interesting call today.”
“Yeah?” I prompted when he said no more.
“Developers,” he replied and I turned to look at him again. “This is their fourth call in as many months. They want the warehouse and the space around it, all of which I own. They’ve been offering bullshit but their offer today got motivating.”
“What?” I whispered.