mouth.
Damn . If the rest of her was as sensitive as her breasts, they were both in for one hell of a wild ride. He could hardly wait. When Emily spread her legs to give him room to lie between them, he didn’t hesitate. Heart pounding, Hawk nestled his throbbing erection against her folds.
Hard enough to drive nails with the thing, he nudged a bit and found her slick and ready.
“You’re so wet,” he breathed.
“I’ve been that way for two days now,” her raspy voice informed him.
They’d first met two days ago. She was finally admitting she’d wanted him from the very beginning. That knowledge was nearly his undoing.
Hawk held himself very still as he tried to resist plunging unprotected into her. The way he felt he didn’t trust himself to not lose it the minute he was inside this woman. The dead last thing he needed was a David Hawkins Junior running around back in the States while he was in Afghanistan chasing baddies through the mountains.
At the speed of light, Hawk grabbed the foil packet from the pocket of his jeans, covered himself and slid deep inside Emily.
The man slept like the dead.
No sooner had he shuddered inside her, left to briefly flush the condom away and then slipped back between the covers next to her and he was out like a light. She’d felt him literally fall into sleep as the rock-like muscular arm he’d thrown possessively over her had gotten heavier and heavier, pinning her in place at his side.
Not that she blamed him for being physically worn out. He had expended quite a bit of energy. And it wasn’t like he’d left her unsatisfied and wanting or anything. No, she’d done quite a bit of shuddering herself.
But still, how could he sleep? His even breathing told her he wasn’t having any second thoughts about what had happened between them.
Emily glanced at the clock. She’d been second guessing herself and what had happened for an hour and a half now. And on top of not being able to sleep, she had to pee.
Back in New York, counting the days until she met her supposed Prince Charming, Emily had imagined a similar scenario. Snuggling in bed after making love, bodies intertwined, falling asleep in his arms, feeling warm, safe and loved. Nowhere in her visions had it been a one-night stand and in her dreams she hadn’t had to desperately relieve herself.
Thinking waiting any longer was not an option and it would be just too bad if she woke Sleeping Beauty up, Emily wiggled her way free of the vise that was Hawk’s arm and slipped from the bed.
When she returned, he hadn’t moved a muscle. Hmm. Some war-hardened trained fighter he was. She could probably set off a bomb under the bed and he wouldn’t wake up.
“I sure hope the Taliban doesn’t sneak up on you at night,” she whispered under her breath and crawled quickly back under the warm covers with a shiver.
“I heard that.”
She could hear the smile in his voice.
“Well, it’s true. You sleep like a rock.”
“When I know it’s safe to do so. Otherwise, a boot crunching or a breath taken too deeply outside my tent will wake me up. Believe me.”
“Oh.” What else could she say about that? She knew nothing about what this man went through on a daily basis and she probably never would. Another reason her decision to jump him, literally, and hop right into bed was probably ill advised.
Hawk readjusted to accommodate her and then flung his arm over her waist. From behind her, his gruff voice asked, “What’s bothering you, doll? I can feel you frowning from here.”
Two big arms gathered her up and pulled her close to his chest. As he started to kiss up and down her neck and shoulder she felt him grow hard against her naked butt.
It wasn’t exactly easy to think with him doing that, but she managed to answer the question. “I’m wondering exactly how stupid sleeping with you was. And speaking of sleeping, what about all that big talk in the bar about how there’d be no sleeping?
Damn . If the rest of her was as sensitive as her breasts, they were both in for one hell of a wild ride. He could hardly wait. When Emily spread her legs to give him room to lie between them, he didn’t hesitate. Heart pounding, Hawk nestled his throbbing erection against her folds.
Hard enough to drive nails with the thing, he nudged a bit and found her slick and ready.
“You’re so wet,” he breathed.
“I’ve been that way for two days now,” her raspy voice informed him.
They’d first met two days ago. She was finally admitting she’d wanted him from the very beginning. That knowledge was nearly his undoing.
Hawk held himself very still as he tried to resist plunging unprotected into her. The way he felt he didn’t trust himself to not lose it the minute he was inside this woman. The dead last thing he needed was a David Hawkins Junior running around back in the States while he was in Afghanistan chasing baddies through the mountains.
At the speed of light, Hawk grabbed the foil packet from the pocket of his jeans, covered himself and slid deep inside Emily.
The man slept like the dead.
No sooner had he shuddered inside her, left to briefly flush the condom away and then slipped back between the covers next to her and he was out like a light. She’d felt him literally fall into sleep as the rock-like muscular arm he’d thrown possessively over her had gotten heavier and heavier, pinning her in place at his side.
Not that she blamed him for being physically worn out. He had expended quite a bit of energy. And it wasn’t like he’d left her unsatisfied and wanting or anything. No, she’d done quite a bit of shuddering herself.
But still, how could he sleep? His even breathing told her he wasn’t having any second thoughts about what had happened between them.
Emily glanced at the clock. She’d been second guessing herself and what had happened for an hour and a half now. And on top of not being able to sleep, she had to pee.
Back in New York, counting the days until she met her supposed Prince Charming, Emily had imagined a similar scenario. Snuggling in bed after making love, bodies intertwined, falling asleep in his arms, feeling warm, safe and loved. Nowhere in her visions had it been a one-night stand and in her dreams she hadn’t had to desperately relieve herself.
Thinking waiting any longer was not an option and it would be just too bad if she woke Sleeping Beauty up, Emily wiggled her way free of the vise that was Hawk’s arm and slipped from the bed.
When she returned, he hadn’t moved a muscle. Hmm. Some war-hardened trained fighter he was. She could probably set off a bomb under the bed and he wouldn’t wake up.
“I sure hope the Taliban doesn’t sneak up on you at night,” she whispered under her breath and crawled quickly back under the warm covers with a shiver.
“I heard that.”
She could hear the smile in his voice.
“Well, it’s true. You sleep like a rock.”
“When I know it’s safe to do so. Otherwise, a boot crunching or a breath taken too deeply outside my tent will wake me up. Believe me.”
“Oh.” What else could she say about that? She knew nothing about what this man went through on a daily basis and she probably never would. Another reason her decision to jump him, literally, and hop right into bed was probably ill advised.
Hawk readjusted to accommodate her and then flung his arm over her waist. From behind her, his gruff voice asked, “What’s bothering you, doll? I can feel you frowning from here.”
Two big arms gathered her up and pulled her close to his chest. As he started to kiss up and down her neck and shoulder she felt him grow hard against her naked butt.
It wasn’t exactly easy to think with him doing that, but she managed to answer the question. “I’m wondering exactly how stupid sleeping with you was. And speaking of sleeping, what about all that big talk in the bar about how there’d be no sleeping?
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