“Seriously?” I asked.
“Why are you surprised?”
“Um… they’re satin and have crystals and if the Brothers Grimm were clairvoyant and knew they would one day exist, Cinderella would have those shoes. Those are not commando shoes.”
“No, they’re commando’s woman’s shoes. The heel is high and you got great legs, babe, and the perfect ass but those shoes do the impossible and make your legs and ass even f**kin’ better.”
This was true.
Though I wouldn’t describe my ass as perfect, it made my belly squishy to hear Hawk do it.
“So,” I slid my hands down his back to wrap my arms around his waist, “you’re saying you bought me those shoes because you like them.”
“No, Sweet Pea, I bought you those shoes because when I saw you after buyin’ them, the minute you looked at me I knew it meant a lot to you. Your face was gentle.” His finger came to my temple and then slid down my hairline before his hand curled around my neck and when he spoke again, his voice was soft. “I’d do just about anything to make you look at me like that, Gwen, and I’ll keep doin’ it as long as I can surprise you and know, from that look, you like me spoilin’ you, it means somethin’ to you and I’m gonna keep doin’ it and only stop when I don’t get that in return.”
God. God. I loved this man.
“Hawk,” I whispered.
“Helped that you gave great underwear as a thank you.”
I grinned at him. Then I reminded him, “You took it right off.”
“Babe, your body in that underwear, burned on my brain. Fuck, I can still see it.”
I giggled and Hawk gave me his dimples.
“Well, this is good to know,” I informed him. “I thought you were a take it off because it gets in the way man. I’m pleased to know my efforts were appreciated.”
His head dipped and his mouth touched mine before he whispered, “Everything about you is appreciated, Gwendolyn.”
My stomach melted, my heart skipped and I felt a tingle in my throat.
“Cabe,” I whispered back then my arms left his waist and my hands went to either side of his head and I shared, “You should know, I’m living in a daydream. A real one. I’ve never been this happy. Not ever, baby, not in my whole life.” I lifted my head, slid my arms around his shoulders and kissed his jaw then said in his ear, “Thank you, Hawk.”
He rolled us to our sides, his arms closing around me, his mouth going to my ear in return and he murmured, “You’re welcome, Sweet Pea.”
I sighed into his throat.
He touched his tongue to the skin behind my ear then turned me in his arms so my back was to his front, he separated from me only to turn off the light and then curled into me, saying his nonverbal goodnight.
I made mine verbal.
“’Night, baby, love you.”
His arm gave me a squeeze and I felt his face in my hair.
“Love you too, Gwen,” he said quietly then ordered, “Go to sleep.”
So bossy.
But seriously, did I care?
The answer to that was a big, fat, no!
Therefore I snuggled my ass into his lap and replied, “’Kay.”
And then, about five seconds later, I did what I was told.