Page 121 of Misted

My toes curl as if I’m back to being a teenager and Hawk is finally claiming me as his. I thread my fingers into his hair. “And you’re the only one for me.”

“Good answer.” He nibbles on my earlobe and without warning, his palm comes down on my arse. I yelp as the slap echoes in the bathroom and shoots to my throbbing core.

“W-what was that for?” I’m gazing up at him, sure he can see the awe and lust written all over my face.

“Because I want to.” His lips find my earlobe before he whispers in a sinfully raspy tone. “You have a problem with it?”

I shake my head frantically as he licks the shell of my ear and nibbles down on the sensitive skin.

“Didn’t think so.” His hand slips underneath the T-shirt, up my ribs and my heaving chest. My head falls back when he finds the swell of my breast. He twirls the beading nipple between his calloused fingers. I arch my back, feeling his cock hardening at the inside of my thighs.

“You want me to unleash all of me on you?”

“Yes…” I moan and then cry out when he pinches my nipple so hard, pleasure zips through my body. “Oh God, please…”

Hawk gathers me in his arms and I cling to him with all my might as he steps out of the bathtub and carries me to the bedroom in steady, but fast movements.

He throws me on the bed, reaches into a drawer and retrieves ropes. My heart thunders, my skin prickles, and every nerve ending nears combustion.

I squeal when Hawk’s huge body covers mine, the ropes hanging in his hand like a sinful promise. “You better be ready for me, Hellion.”

My lips find his. “I always am.”