They were heated and intense.
Shit.
“How do you heat this place?” I asked, directing post-coital pillow talk to the mundane for sanity’s sake. I didn’t want a play-by-play. My head was messed up enough, I didn’t know where this was going, I didn’t know what I was thinking and I was scared as hell of what I was feeling. Talking about how great sex was with Hawk only intensified all of that.
“What?” he asked back.
“You live in a warehouse with cement floors, Hawk, it’s a minor miracle you can heat this place.”
His response was to shift, bending over my body, he grabbed the covers and pulled them up over us.
He thought I was saying I was cold. Then he instantly did something about it.
Okay, maybe I did want to talk about how great sex was with Hawk because experiencing him being sweet and thoughtful messed with my head a whole lot more than his ability to give me four really, fucking fantastic orgasms in the span of thirty minutes.
Then his arm went low on my hip again and he turned me to my side facing him, his legs tangling with mine, his arm pulling me close.
For my part, I rested my hands to his chest because I liked touching him and because I liked this. This wasn’t retreat. This wasn’t slam bam, thank you ma’am. This was nice.
“It’s not as bad as it seems,” he belatedly replied.
“Your heating bills must cost as much as my mortgage,” I remarked.
He smiled at me. “No.”
“You would know,” I muttered, looking at his throat.
“Yeah, I do, Sweet Pea, and you need to refinance. The interest you’re payin’ is ridiculous. I’ll sort a meeting with my financial advisor.”
My eyes lifted to his as I felt my belly start to get squishy.
“You’ll sort a meeting out with your financial advisor?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he answered.
Uh-oh. He was being sweet and thoughtful again.
“Is that part of your Protect Gwendolyn Kidd Duties, to make sure I don’t get gouged by mortgage lenders?” I asked.
He kept smiling and his arm got tighter. “There are many facets to my Protect Gwendolyn Kidd Duties.”
“Care to expand on that?”
“Not really.”
I held his eyes. Then I mumbled, “Unh-hunh.”
His smile got bigger and I knew this because his dimples pressed deeper.
“Unh-hunh?” he prompted.
“Man of mystery,” I replied.
His hand trailed up my back and his head dipped closer to mine. “I like surprising you, Sweet Pea. Whenever I do something you like, your face gentles.” He touched his mouth to mine and moved back a smidge. “It’s a good look,” he finished on a whisper.
Wow.
“My face does that?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Hmm,” I mumbled.
“Saw it again just now and before, twice.”
“Before? Twice?”
His lips brushed mine then slid down my cheek to my ear where he whispered, “Yeah, baby, both times my mouth wasn’t between your legs, right before you came.”
Definitely my belly was squishy.
“Hawk –”
“Lights on if it’s dark when I fuck you, missed that look for a year and a half too, not missin’ it again.”
Now my throat was tingly and I could feel my heart swelling.
I slid one of my arms around to his back, I pressed in closer as my neck twisted slightly so my lips were at the skin of his. “You didn’t let me do anything to you,” I whispered.
“You can do whatever you want to me in about two minutes,” he whispered back, his hand drifting down to my ass, then pushing in.
“Whatever I want?”
“Whatever you want, baby.”
“Oh my,” I breathed and he chuckled in my ear.
Nice.
I pressed even closer.
Then his head suddenly came up, I looked up at him and saw it was tilted. He was listening.
Then he clipped, “Fuck.”
“Fuck what?”
He didn’t answer. He knifed out of bed taking me with him.
When I was on my feet by the bed, I repeated, “Fuck what, Hawk?”
He looked down at me but grabbed my hand and started pulling me to my suitcases.
“Get dressed, babe. We have company.”
“We do?” I asked as he stopped me by my suitcases.
“Yeah,” he answered.
Oh shit.
“Good company or bad company?” I asked, his hands went to my hips and he pulled my naked body into his.
“Right now, Sweet Pea,” he growled, “any company is bad company.”
I had to admit, with his warm, solid, naked body pressed to mine, I agreed.
Then there was a banging at the door and I jumped. Then I pulled from his hands and bent to my suitcases. Hawk prowled to his wardrobe.