Page 90 of Damaged Protector
“I told them the truth. That I got kicked out of the university because I assaulted a professor after he sexually harassed me.”
Hawk’s eyes softened, the color lightening slightly, showing off the warmth I found there sometimes. “I’m sorry you had to go through that again, Bee. They had no right to ask you that.”
“They didn’t know what happened to me, just that I’d unexpectedly quit school, so yes, they did have a right. They’re offering me a lot of money, and they wanted to make sure I was worth the risk.”
His jaw tightened momentarily. “I still don’t like it, and I hate that you had to share something so personal with strangers.”
“That’s what an interview is though, right? Talking to strangers and sharing your story with them?” I tried to keep my voice bright because I sensed that he was going into that broody mood he entered sometimes. The one where he went quiet and seemed to carry the weight of the world inside his head.
“I guess.” His eyes dropped to my mouth before skittering away. “I’m proud of you, Bee.”
Placing my hand on his face, I ran my fingers through his beard. I loved feeling his beard. It was well-trimmed and thick, but the hair was soft to my touch.
“Hey, what’s wrong? Are you thinking about what happened to Jennifer?”
Those deep brown eyes rose to mine, and I almost lost my breath at the fire I saw there. “No,” he rasped, the sound sinking into my bones. “I’m thinking about kissing the fuck out of you right now.”
When I sucked in a quiet gasp, I could taste his breath, something minty and fresh lingering in the air between us. Finding my voice, I whispered, “I would like that.”
He rubbed his nose against mine and hesitated for only a second before closing his mouth over mine. Holding me to him with only one strong arm, he slid his other hand to the back of my head and tilted my head slightly to the left.
The kiss was all soft suction and gentle pulls of my lips between his until I darted my tongue out for a better taste. Then his hand tightened on my head, his fingers searching beneath my blonde strands until they met my scalp.
Our tongues met in an erotic swirl around each other, and Hawk let out a deep groan of appreciation that vibrated my own vocal cords. Almost like I’d made the sound myself.
I felt us moving but couldn’t pay much attention to anything beside his warm, wet mouth on mine—until he settled his butt on the couch and hauled my skirt up around my waist. He never broke the kiss, not even when he arranged my legs so I was straddling his thick hips.
The hardness I thought I’d felt earlier was definitely there, a firm, hot presence that made me ache inside. My hips suddenly developed their own free will and rocked back and forth a few times. If I wasn’t mistaken, Hawk was commando beneath the charcoal-gray sweatpants he was wearing. A swirl of my sex over his confirmed it.
“Fuck, baby.” His low growl had a direct line to my pussy, which clenched around nothing, searching for something. And that something was throbbing eagerly between Hawk’s legs.
His hands dropped to my butt, his fingers tracing the edge of my silky panties before settling on the exposed curve just beneath. His fingertips were rough and urgent, digging into my flesh to haul me closer.
He lifted his hips, and we grinded against each other as the kiss grew hotter, more fervent, impossibly deeper. The man knew exactly what he was doing, his tongue fucking my mouth with smooth thrusts and hungry licks.
“I’ve been wanting to do that since I saw you in this suit and those fuck-me heels. You’re so damn sexy,” he murmured against my lips before nibbling his way over my jaw and to my throat.
Tilting my head back, I moaned when he took advantage and slid that wicked tongue of his up the side of my neck before sinking his teeth into the vulnerable spot just below my ear. A long, slow shiver made its way down my spine, and I circled my hips over his lengthy erection. He felt so fucking good.
“Bee,” he ground out against my ear, his voice sounding pained. I was afraid he was going to tell me this was wrong and we should stop. So I gripped his damp, silky hair in my fingers, twisting it as I held him to me.
Hawk worked his way down my chest, nuzzling at the top of my silk tank top as his fingers worked at the buttons on my jacket. “Can I take this off?” he rasped, and I answered by shrugging it off and tossing it to the end of the couch.
My shirt went next, and then his hands were everywhere. Warming my back, eliciting goosebumps down my side, and finally, cupping my breasts over my navy-blue bra.
Dark eyes fixated on my chest, and the look was pure, hungry male. “I want these perfect tits in my mouth,” he purred, dizzying me with the low, seductive sound. My breasts were small, but he didn’t seem to mind in the least, if the look on his face was any indication.
Hawk lifted his eyes to mine, questioning me, and I reached behind me to unhook my bra. My shaking fingers fumbled, but he pushed them away and unsnapped it with ease. As he slipped the garment down my arms, I tried not to think about why he was so adept at removing a woman’s bra.
Then all other thoughts left my head when he latched that beautiful mouth around one of my nipples. “God. Tate, yes,” I hissed as his eyes met mine.
He suckled me with long, slow pulls, all the while keeping his hands on my ass so he could rock me over his cock with the same measured rhythm.
Something built inside me, growing like an oncoming storm, ready to take me over and destroy me. And I wanted to be destroyed, as long as this ache—this need—was satiated.
“Please,” I whimpered as Hawk stretched my nipple out with a final suck before kissing his way across my chest to nuzzle the other one with his nose. His eyes were burning with as much lust as I felt.
“Please what, Little Bee? Please stop? Please make your hot little pussy come on my cock?”