Leather, Lace and Rock-n-Roll (20 page)

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured. And,
God help him, he meant every word.

A sly smile split her lips, just as cunning
as the look in her eyes. “Then be careful.”

His hand actually shook as he ran his thumb
across the top of her panties and down the sides until he tickled
the sweetness between her legs. Her hips thrust again, this time
completely off the bed and into his hand.

“Patience, honey.”

Her stomach muscles quivered against his lips
as Hawke placed a kiss just above her belly button. He hooked his
fingers through the straps of the panties and slowly slid them down
her hips.

“Lift up, Sweetheart.”

She raised her body and allowed him to pull
them completely off. The scrap of silk soon lay pooled with his
t-shirt next to the bed.

Hawke released a slow, heavy breath. The
bare, pink flesh before him had his name written all over it. He
trailed a finger across the honeyed treasure. Soft, smooth, and
very, very wet.

His heart skipped a beat. This was what he
wanted. Rachel. Naked. Lying in wait. For him. His zipper bit his
erection. He knew as soon as he released the savage beast, neither
one of them was safe. All the more reason to make her wait.

He leaned forward and gave her clit a very
quick flick of his tongue before looking back into her eyes.

Her smirk greeted him. “Surely you can do
better than that.”

He lifted both eyebrows at her challenge and
gave her what he knew to be his just you wait smile. He placed a
hand on the inside of her thigh, eased her legs further apart, and
once again lowered his head.

Hawke didn’t waste any more time with slow
and easy. With his face now buried between her legs, he latched his
lips around her now swollen clit and tongued the slippery flesh
until he found just the magic spot. She moved her hips beneath
him.

“Oh yes,” she gasped, “right there.”

Hawke moved his mouth enough to allow one
finger to penetrate her. Heat, raging and iron-hot, met his
intrusion. Her inner muscles clamped down hard and sucked him
further inside.

She wound her fingers through his hair and
pressed his mouth closer. “Don’t stop,” she moaned.

Hawke resumed the attack on the flesh
squeezed between his lips while his finger caressed the greedy
muscles inside her body. Sweat coated the back of his neck as he
worked to push her over the top. Tiny, desperate whimpers filled
the air until finally, she screamed his name and locked down on his
finger in a tight vise. Moisture seeped from her body.

He breathed one last kiss against her,
removed his finger and then glanced up at her.

Her breasts bounced with her labored
breathing. Her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes opened wide.

Hawke tilted his head to the side.
“Surprise?”

Her cheeks darkened. “Do you think Max heard
me?”

He snickered and stood. “Hell, I hope so.” He
lowered his zipper to give his cock some much-needed space.

Rachel buckled her legs around his and pulled
him closer until she had an up-close-and-personal view of his now
very determined soldier. She bit her lower lip and reached to widen
the opening of his jeans. Then, with a sultry gaze, she lowered her
head, placed her mouth against his boxers, and released a long, hot
breath.

His cock screamed and jumped. His vision
clouded. He locked his knees to keep from falling to the floor.

She gave a soft giggle and then tugged at his
waist to remove his pants.

He moved his hands to cover hers. “Rachel,
wait.”

She gazed up at him and that damn
fuck-me
smile sucker-punched him right in the gut. “Change
your mind?”

He widened his eyes. “What? Hell, no! I’m
just cocked and loaded and—”

She leaned forward and blew on him again,
this time molding her lips around his dick.

“Aw shit,” he groaned.

“And what?” she prompted.

He shoved his jeans and boxers to the floor,
kicked them to the side, then fisted his hands in her hair. “I
forgot.”

She winked and wrapped her slender fingers
around his shaft. “That’s what I thought.”

He groaned again and pushed into her fist.
Rachel tightened her hold and allowed him to slide easily in and
out of her grip. He set a slow pace, hoping to hell she wouldn’t
get any bright ideas about pushing him any further. This rhythm was
manageable but only without her further participation.

Hawke continued to thrust, confident her own
need would spiral out of control before he would have to stop. And
then things went totally haywire. Somehow in mid-thrust she managed
to free her hands and replaced them with her lips. Very
intelligent, this woman.

Hawke stood motionless in her grip, totally
in unfamiliar territory. Sweat droplets popped from the pores on
his forehead as her tongue circled his head and then flicked the
skin beneath. Short, electric pulses climbed his vertebrae one at a
time. His libido begged for surrender.

Rachel fisted the base of his cock and
stroked, the motion pulling him further between her lips and deeper
into the recess of her mouth. His hips followed along.

“Ohbabyplease …”

Rachel tightened her hold and seemed to
ignore his desperate plea. Probably because he couldn’t speak a
complete sentence.

A wave of panic rolled through him, giving
him at least three seconds of sanity.

“Rachel.” He gave her hair a tight yank.

She frowned and released him.

He stepped to the side, well out of her
reach. “I can’t take much more.”

Her eyes sparkled as she lifted her legs and
turned to recline on her back in the middle of the bed. “I
can.”

Hawke groaned as he grabbed his pants from
the floor and fumbled for the condom he’d put there earlier. She
raised an eyebrow when he tossed it next to her.

“Don’t ask,” he growled.

He crawled on the bed then knelt beside her
and ripped open the package. Her soft, light giggle made him clumsy
as he wrestled the protection from the foil.

She sat up and held out her palm. “Let
me.”

His dick quivered. Something told him not to.
And something else told him he was making a deal with the devil
himself, but he placed the disc in her hand anyway.

He narrowed his eyes. “Just roll it on.”

She gave a slight nod and placed the latex
over his engorged head. Hawke sucked in a quick breath. All systems
go, so far. And then the all-too-familiar twinkle shone in her
eyes. Very slowly, she stretched the condom over his length, her
fingers wrapping and pulling with her progress. Once the protection
was firmly in place, she threw in a few extra, long, extremely
tight strokes.

He hissed and captured her hand in his.

She shrugged and grinned. “No wrinkles.”

Hawke eased her to lie on her back,
positioned himself between her legs, and kissed the tip of her
nose. “You are a very naughty little tease.”

“I think you like to be teased.” She draped
her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Her peaked nipples
drew tiny patterns on his chest with each one of her breaths.
Hell, yeah.
She could tease him to her heart’s content.

“Can you bend your legs, baby?”

She nodded and he reached beside them to help
her plant her feet next to his thighs. He came down over her and
braced himself on his elbows. “Okay?”

She touched her lips to his. “Perfect.”

“No,” he said as he pushed inside her warm,
silken heat, “this is perfect.”

Her eyes shone bright as he moved in and out
of her body, slowly at first, desperate to mark her as his own.
Screw the plan. Filling her so completely shocked every nerve in
his body, a feeling he wouldn’t trade for anything in the world at
this point in time. Even if he’d have to spoil it later.

Rachel grasped the tops of his shoulders and
arched into his hips. “Hawke, harder.”

He increased his pace and reached between
them to rub her clit. Her fingernails bit his skin as she met him
thrust for thrust until her hungry muscles clamped down on his
aching cock and pulsed.

Another scream left her lips and he leaned
forward to catch it with his mouth. He allowed his lips to linger
on hers until she quieted and then lifted his mouth to smile.

“Oh yeah, baby, just like that.”

She returned his smile while she rested one
arm on his shoulder and slid the other between them. His cock
jumped inside her when she squeezed his balls. “Do it again,” she
whispered.

Hawke began to move again, this time skipping
slow and going straight to fast. His restraint was gone. Her body
was too warm and too wet and there was a reason his codename wasn’t
Superman. He lifted his body to balance on his hands and drove into
her. Two more strokes and her muscles surrounded him in a tight
fist and he couldn’t fight release any longer. With a growl, he
pushed deep inside her one last time. Fireworks exploded behind his
eyelids as he filled her full of his seed in a hot rush. She
released a soft moan and pulsed around him again. His limp body
covered her completely, sobbing thank you over and over again.

Once he could get a full breath of air, he
braced himself on his elbows and smoothed the hair from her
forehead. “You’re amazing.”

Rachel’s heart danced. Amazing wasn’t the
word she would use to describe what just happened. Life-altering
was more like it.

Hawke kissed her lips then rolled to one side
to ease off the bed.

Rachel stared at the tight muscles of his
backside. No wonder women swooned. Then she left her gaze travel
further upward to the middle of his shoulder blade. She smiled at
the hawk tattooed there in simple black ink. With its wings spread
wide and its beak opened, the bird graced Hawke’s bronzed skin with
its incredible beauty. A small glint of jealousy bit her. She
wouldn’t share him. She couldn’t.

He slipped between the sheets and pulled her
back against his chest. He very carefully ran a hand over the
surface of her thigh. “Are you okay?”

She smiled at his concern. “Do you need a
high five?”

“Don’t you think we were better than
that?”

She nodded. “Oh, we were.”

“What about tomorrow?” He pushed her hair to
the side and nipped the top of her shoulder.

She smiled at the hidden meaning skillfully
disguised in his question.

“We’ll spend it together,” she assured him.
“We need to check on the house and then there’s the photo
shoot.”

“Photo shoot?”

She rolled over to face him. “At the fire
station. Remember Mr. August?”

“Oh yeah. A naked fireman calendar?”

She giggled. “No.”

“Then you won’t make much money,” he
teased.

She lifted her right eyebrow. “You want me to
take pictures of naked firemen?”

A muscle ticked in his jaw. “Not
necessarily.”

She grinned. “Only from the waist up.”

Hawke cleared his throat. “Maybe you should
reschedule.”

“Why?”

“You have to ask?”

“I refuse to hide like a coward, Hawke.”

“I just don’t want a repeat of this
afternoon.” He reached to tuck a wayward piece of hair behind her
ear. “Besides, we could have just as much fun here.”

She couldn’t stop the smile that split her
lips when his erection poked her hip. “No doubt.”

“Ignore it,” he groaned across her ear, “no
more condoms.”

Her pulse leapt. Just the thought of Hawke
taking her without a condom made her achy all over again. Maybe Max
would make a run to the drugstore. Rachel bit her lip to keep her
wicked thoughts to herself and closed her eyes. Within minutes, his
even breathing told her they would have to wait until morning.

As she lay in his arms and listened to him
sleep, she felt a slight sinking feeling in her stomach. She was in
big trouble. Despite her intention to take time to analyze her
feelings, she’d gone and fallen deeply in love. She’d fought the
absurdity of that thought for days now, but after their lovemaking,
she realized the true strength of her feelings. There would be no
going back.

She sighed. What about Hawke? Could he
possibly be in love with her? And then there was that stupid crazed
maniac that wouldn’t leave them alone. Although highly unlikely,
what if that bullet really was meant for her? The torn skin on her
thigh began to throb, a reminder of how serious the situation had
become.

Rachel snuggled further into the warmth of
Hawke’s body and refused to think anymore. Soon, his steady
breathing and heartbeat lulled her to sleep.

The sunlight peeking through the curtains
woke Hawke. Used to waking in a different bed most days, he wasn’t
too surprised, until he felt the warm body beside him. His brow
furrowed. He’d broken his own cardinal rule; he never spent the
whole night with a woman. But this wasn’t just a woman, this was
Rachel.

His frown faded as he replayed their
lovemaking. After last night he couldn’t let her go. They’d gone
from sweet and slow to the most explosive sexual experience he’d
ever had. And he wanted her again. And again. And again.

His dick saluted as he turned to his side and
watched her sleep. Her natural beauty radiated in the morning
light, warmed his heart, and spoke to his soul. Very gently he
trailed his fingers down her temple, contemplating whether he
should let her sleep longer.

Her eyes fluttered open and she stretched her
arms above her head. “That tickles.”

He smirked. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Her eyes twinkled as she reached between them
and closed her fist around his eager soldier. “Yes you did.”

He sucked in a quick breath and thrust as he
wallowed in the intense pleasure of being confined in the heat of
her hand. “Okay.” He squeezed his eyes closed. “I did.”

“And you woke me because...” She stroked him
from top to bottom and then walked her fingertips over his velvet
smooth tip.