Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Hawke ceased his exploration of the bruises and used both his hands to carefully push my pants and underwear down and I sucked in a breath when he dropped to his knees to help me work them off completely. He ignored my half hard cock as his hands trailed up my legs and then up my sides before moving to my back. He stood back up as his hands came to rest on my ass and I stiffened when he pushed his fingers into my crease. But he didn’t press a finger inside of me. Instead, he swiped it through the moisture still surrounding my hole. He pulled his hand back and studied the sticky, white fluid covering his finger and part of me wanted to lean down and take a taste. But then Hawke’s eyes lifted to meet mine and I couldn’t move, could barely breathe. Because the emotion that hadn’t been there before was flooding his gaze now.
Regret, longing, need. It was all there in spades.
And in that moment, I knew I would give him anything he wanted. Because I knew what he was feeling. How many times had I been there myself? So desperate for another’s touch? To feel something besides pain?
Hawke settled his hand on my hip and then he was drawing me forward. I went willingly and when he dropped his mouth to mine, I lifted to meet him. The kiss was achingly tender and sweet and it hit me hard. Harder than a passionate kiss ever could have. Emotion flooded my system all at once and it took everything in me not to cry as Hawke cupped the back of my head to keep me from escaping. But I had no intention of going anywhere and I wasn’t about to let him go either so I wrapped my arms around his neck. And when he finally probed the seam of my lips with his tongue, I opened instantly. Even though the kiss was deeper, it was still painfully gentle and the moment Hawke released my mouth so we could catch our breath, I buried my face against his neck so I wouldn’t make a fool of myself. Hawke’s arms closed around me and he held me like that even as the bathroom began to fill with steam from the hot water that was still raining down just behind me.
It could have been minutes or hours before Hawke gently pushed me back enough so that he could reach for the hem of his own shirt. I’d wondered if the burn marks on his face extended down the rest of his body, but I only barely noticed that they did when he pulled the shirt over his head. He was as perfectly built as I’d suspected, but my eyes immediately went to the tattoo scrawled across the left side of his chest. Words – dozens of them – covered the muscles just above his left nipple and continued all the way down to his waist. I didn’t get a chance to study them, though, because Hawke bent to push his pants off and then he was drawing me back into his arms, his mouth closing over mine. I felt the burn scars as I put my hands on his sides, but I didn’t focus on them as Hawke kissed me because his mouth was doing things to me that I wouldn’t have thought possible. True, I’d only ever been kissed by Reggie, but I wouldn’t have ever guessed a person could say so much with something as simple as a kiss. But nothing about Hawke was simple and I knew in my gut that no other kiss would ever feel like Hawke’s.
Hawke kept the kiss short and I had a terrible fear that he would leave me when he drew back a little bit so I closed my hand around his bicep. “Don’t go,” I whispered desperately.
Hawke didn’t respond to my plea with words, but when he kissed me again, I knew he wasn’t leaving me. He turned me and urged me into the shower and then he was climbing in behind me. The hot water felt like heaven against my skin, but did nothing to minimize my growing desire. I was facing the wall as Hawke got into the shower, but when I tried to turn to face him, his hand settled on my upper back. I barely felt the cold of the tiles pressed against my chest as Hawke’s body lined up with mine, his half hard cock nudging my ass. At that point, I didn’t care how much it would likely hurt if he fucked me again – I just wanted to keep feeling his skin against mine. Lips skimmed the back of my neck as hands trailed along my sides and came to rest on the fronts of my thighs. They stayed there for a moment before sliding up my groin, brushing over my swollen cock and then palming my chest.