The move settled her pussy directly against his dick. He was thick and hard. She was wet and swollen. Neither of them could hide their reaction to the other. She loved that he didn’t try. Yet.
“Damn, Vic.” He panted when he eased back.
“Ditto, Hauk.” She only gave him a moment to breathe before reclaiming his mouth.
She tensed the muscles in her thighs for concentrated control and slid her body against his. The line they’d never crossed blurred with each pounding pulse of their hearts, and she didn’t give a damn because nothing would make her regret Hauk’s touch.
Her belly jumped with nervous energy. It was a sensation she’d only felt once, the night she’d decided to give up her virginity—an experience she’d never regretted. Spurred by the memory, by the hope for another amazing memory, Vic tightened her hold on Hauk and kissed a little deeper.
Their tongues shifted from sliding caresses to tangling thrusts. Fluid relaxation whispered through Vic’s muscles, taking them from knots of tension to tendrils of flame. Her arousal was as tangible as Hauk’s lean body as she curled into him. Committed the feel of him against her to memory.
Encouraged by her responses and apparently eager to continue, Hauk carried her to the sofa. He sank. She straddled. He gripped her hips. She stripped off his shirt.
Vic took in Hauk’s work-toned torso and, like a clichéd teen with a crush, licked her lips. She’d seen him without shirts, and loved each treat, but somehow with her palms flattened on his pecs, he seemed bigger than she’d thought. Firmer.
“Vic, are we really going to do this?”
Please, yes. “I’m game if you are.”
She slid her hands down his body while her gaze traveled up. The aggressive arousal dominating his cerulean stare would’ve erased any doubts, if she had any.
His thumbs moved rhythmically over the hem of her shirt. He didn’t break their locked gazes, but neither did he make a move or say anything for long, quivering moments.
Vic rolled her hips again, rubbing against Hauk’s cock. A shaft of fire shot through her core. With a little growl rumbling from deep in his chest, he lifted her shirt. Subtle calluses on strong hands with lithe fingers awakened each patch of skin they stroked. He flicked her nipples. Every touch heightened her sensitivity to his caress. She arched her back, begging for more.
He bent and took a lace-covered nipple in his mouth and sucked. She bucked against him as desire sparked through her brain and gripped her spine. He shifted to her other nipple and her muscles went from lax to tight.
She had never reacted so quickly to a man’s touch. Even in dreams her blood warmed slowly. Hauk’s touch though, the sultry taunt in his touches, the unexpected joy of having him return her desire, burst through her with instant heat.
Trailing kisses down the center of her torso, he barely made it to the waist of her pants before an orgasm rippled through her. On a scale of one to ten it was only a four or five, but it made her wonder just how powerful his touches could be.
“Hauk.” The single syllable dragged out as she rode the crest of the orgasm. He caressed her stomach and neck with his hands while returning to lick, kiss and suck on her breasts.
“I didn’t know I could want you this way.”
“I did.” And it was damn delicious.
“Sophie’s down the hall.”
“It’s not like we’re strangers.” She could help him brighten the moral gray area if need be.
“Which makes it more…”
“Interesting?” A smile curled her lips with pure pleasure at the idea of him wanting more. Unfortunately, a conflicting seriousness gripped her. They weren’t strangers, and after reading Sophie’s paper, Vic had to be careful. One wrong step could mess everything up.
The new territory they’d crossed into had only blurred the lines of their relationship. If they went further, it could obliterate the lines, and by extension their friendship. If she and Hauk couldn’t be friends, she wouldn’t feel comfortable being around Sophie. God, Sophie would be heartbroken. More importantly, she couldn’t stand the idea of not being around Hauk.
Buzzing from his touches, his kisses, Vic eased off Hauk’s lap and grabbed her shirt. He didn’t need to say his concerns were the same, or that they had more power over him.
“Vic?”
“This is…” Too fast. “We can’t…”
She pointed down the hall toward Sophie’s room. His daughter wasn’t likely to wake up, and Vic knew she could explain things to Sophie if she found out they’d been together, but Vic couldn’t risk how Sophie catching them would bother Hauk. He had hang-ups about relationships that wouldn’t be resolved after one night, and his daughter had dreams of a mother that Vic couldn’t mess with because of an arousal-muddled state.