Burned(14)

Captivated by the moment she’d managed to steal, Vic repositioned herself lightly until his cock nudged her. Hauk needed no encouragement. His hands dropped back to her waist and he held her still while he thrust deep.

Vic arched her back on one breath. On the next she pushed up, and with her head dropped back and her hair sweeping her shoulders, she rode the man who knew her better than any other.

As she began to melt with the pull of passion, she canted forward with her head cocked slightly to the left. Her core tightened. Her muscles spasmed into tiny knots of tension. Hauk’s legs and stomach shook beneath her. He reared up and claimed her mouth with a gruff moan.

When she wrapped her legs around his waist, she was certain he would grab her and rush them toward an orgasm. He moved his hands to her ass but didn’t hurry. Instead, he edged them to the side of the bed and stood.

“What are you doing?”

“Enjoying the break you tricked me into.” He smiled his smile that was completely free again.

She didn’t care what he had planned, because whatever thoughts drifted in his mind had him having fun. If the tension leaving his shoulders was any indication, they had him allowing his stress to drop away. More importantly, whatever he was thinking seemed to have a sense of fun filling the part of himself where intense, duty-bound purpose typically lived. She would indulge his game, though.

“Should I be worried?” She leaned back, trusting him to support her. “You have a wicked glint in your eyes.”

“Maybe you should.” He kissed her left breast. “You never know what you’ll get—” and then her right, “—when you get me out of bed too early.”

She rolled her pelvis. “Sounds like a challenge.”

“Ah, but one you can’t issue too often or people will begin to talk.”

“What would happen to our town if rumors started spreading?” Flicking his nipples, Vic thrilled at the lighter tone peeking out from Hauk’s concern. His playful side was shining through and she loved it.

He kissed her breasts again. Lingered while his fingers massaged her ass. “A supernatural disaster of epic proportions, I’m sure.”

She laughed at the ridiculous idea of their town without rumors. Then he started laughing and it occurred to her she was laughing with Hauk buried deep inside. “I never imagined this could happen.”

“What?”

“That I could find something funny with a man buried inside me.”

He waggled with his eyebrows. “Guess I never gave it much thought.”

She didn’t have anything pithy to say because his past relationships hadn’t been laughable. Instead, she again rolled her pelvis, loving the feel of him inside her and the slick glide of his body against hers.

“I think we should both stop thinking for a while.” To prove her point, she locked her hands behind his neck. Hauk seemed perfectly content to indulge her, but again he surprised her.

Instead of lowering her to the bed, he lowered her to the floor and withdrew from her body. Secrets darkened his eyes an instant before he turned her to face the bed.

“Hauk?”

“Bend over.”

“What?”

“Brace your hands on the mattress.”

Shivers snapped along her spine as she obeyed. The kind, gentle and accommodating man she’d known her whole life was slipping away beneath the power of a dominant lover.

He stepped behind her, nestled his cock in the vee of her legs. “I can feel you better this way.”

“Mmm.”

“And you can feel me better.”

Proving his claim, he held her hips still while he entered her from behind. Thick and long, she’d felt all of him before. Now he filled her more completely. Slow thrusts picked up speed as he slipped his hands up her rib cage and to her breasts. Massaging her, rolling her nipples beneath his fingers, thrusting deep and sure, he drove her to the shaky edge.

Pressure built in her head. Hauk bent closer and kissed her spine just at the base of her neck. Something inside her cracked. Maybe it was a part of her heart since she knew he didn’t want as much from this as she did. Vic cried out as the tension mounting within ratcheted higher.

His nibbled his way down her back, never breaking the rhythm of his thrusts or the attention he gave to her breasts. His assault came from more angles at once than she’d ever known. The pleasure had her soul dancing and singing.

“Hauk.” His name was nothing more than a mangled moan. Her legs and knees trembled. Her arms shook from the weight of her body and his.

He drew a patch of her shoulder skin into his mouth and sucked so hard she knew he was going to leave a mark. His fingers pinched her nipples. He thrust harder and faster.