I sighed then I turned my friend in the direction of the bar.
* * * * *
Oh God.
I was going to bring it home!
“Baby,” I whispered, my face in Hawk’s neck, my arms around his shoulders, his hands were at my h*ps and I was riding him hard.
His head turned so his lips were at my ear.
“Mouth,” he growled, I lifted and twisted my head instantly, my mouth going to his as a moan slid up my throat. “Harder, baby, you’re almost there.”
“Hawk,” I whimpered into his mouth as I drove myself down on him harder and both my hands went to his head.
“Cabe,” he corrected on a thick rumble. “You call me Cabe when you bring it home.”
“Cabe,” I whispered then gasped, my back and neck arching as it burned through me.
Hawk’s hand slid into my hair, fisted and tugged gently, making my back arch further and I felt his mouth close over my nipple, sucking it deep, prolonging my orgasm as new heat blistered through me. Then he released my nipple, his other hand yanked me down hard on his cock, he buried his face between my br**sts and groaned.
Beautiful.
We came down and when he finished, his lips slid along the inside of my breast and he kissed me there. I put pressure on his head, it tilted back, mine tipped down and his hand in my hair guided my mouth to his where he gave me a sweet, hot, wet, delicious kiss.
When he was done, I bragged on a whisper, “I brought it home.”
I felt his mouth smile against mine. “Yeah you did, baby.”
I lifted my mouth an inch from his and slid one hand to his neck, the other to his jaw.
“Did it work for you?” I asked softly.
The dimples, already there, got deeper. “You seriously askin’ that shit?”
“Um…” I replied.
His hand in my hair brought my lips back to his and he responded, “Yeah, Gwen,” he gave me a light kiss then his head dropped and he kissed the base of my throat where he murmured, “Oh yeah.”
“Yay,” I whispered.
He ran his nose along my jaw then he pulled slightly away, his hands going to my dress which was bunched at my waist. He pulled the wisp of material up, my arms went up with it then he tossed it aside.
Normally, I would have concerns about an expensive, satin dress being tossed to the floor.
At that moment, I didn’t give a shit.
Hawk fell back, taking me with him, then he rolled me to my back, unfortunately disconnecting from me but I took that loss because I gained his heat and weight.
His mouth was at my neck and he started speaking. “Next time you wear those shoes, babe, takin’ you on your knees and you’re not takin’ ‘em off.”
I twisted my neck and his head came up so he could look at me.
“Do you like those shoes that much?”
“Like the dress more, Sweet Pea, but those shoes are hot.”
I blinked at him. I could understand the dress, it showed more skin than it covered and the parts that covered skin clung to flesh but I was shocked a badass could like Cinderella-perfect shoes.