Page 92 of Damaged Protector
That’s exactly where Hawk’s attention was focused like a laser. “Do you always match your panties to what you’re wearing?”
Suddenly self-conscious, I crossed my hands over my crotch. “It’s just something I’ve always done. I don’t know why. It’s stupid.”
His hands encircled my wrists, his long fingers overlapping as he pulled my hands away. “It’s not stupid. It’s sexy as fuck.” His lips crooked up on one side. “You’re sexy as fuck.”
Slipping his arms behind me, he rested his forearms against my butt and held my lower back with his hands. I was completely bound to him as he pressed his face against my stomach.
At the first lap of his tongue around my belly button, my legs took on the approximate consistency of oatmeal, and I reached for his hair to try and maintain some sense of balance. After all, there wasn’t anything less sexy than falling over and getting a concussion while a guy was going down on you.
Hawk’s lips were like silk as he sucked an endless trail of kisses across my abdomen, and his beard was a delicious abrasion against my flushed skin. My ears rang with the aftereffects of the orgasm and maybe due to the anticipation ramping up in my veins as he nipped my hip bone.
The ringing suddenly stopped, and I could hear Hawk humming softly as he lowered his head and licked up the inside of my thigh in a lewd—and completely hot—demonstration of what he wanted to do between my legs.
“Mmm, my Little Bee has the sweetest honey,” he groaned in a voice so deep it was almost inaudible.
“Tate.” My moan was filled to the brim with desire, causing a tremble in my voice. And then that damn ringing started in my ears again.
He lifted his head with an annoyed scowl on his face. “Answer that and tell whoever it is to fuck off because you’re busy getting your cunt licked.”
That’s when I realized the ringing was coming from my purse. My cell phone.
“Shit, okay,” I said, reaching for my purse and pulling out the incessantly pealing phone. Hawk tugged my body, twisting me until I fell onto the couch, my bare back against the cushions. I swiped the icon, pressed the device to my ear, and giggled out a “Hello,” not even bothering to check the display.
“Hey, Marshmallori. How did your interview go?”
The huge man hovered over me before shooting me a slightly evil grin and spreading my legs wide with rough hands.
Forcing my voice to sound as normal as possible before addressing my cousin, I said, “Oh. Hey, Cam.”
Hawk froze, his hands stalling in mid-stroke up my legs. His face fell, and he pivoted away, resting on the edge of the couch and running his fingers through his thick, dark hair.
Concerned, I sat up and rubbed my hand up and down his back, loving the feel of that sexy tattoo on his flesh. He stood abruptly and headed down the hallway but not before I caught a glimpse of the wet spot staining the front of his sweatpants.
Because I made him come, I thought a bit smugly.
“Did you hear me, Mal? I asked how the interview went.”
Oh. Right. My cousin was on the phone.
“It went really well. They called me back almost immediately afterward to tell me I would be receiving one of the grants.”
I heard Cam’s loud whoop at the same time the sound of a shower met my ears. Hawk must have been feeling sticky and wanted to clean up.
“That’s so fucking awesome. Hold on. Shiloh! Mal got the grant!”
Since I was sitting in the living room almost completely naked, I snagged the gray blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it around my upper body. I ended up talking to my cousin, his wife, and even Bella for the next few minutes. The kid had no idea what was going on, but she was excited because everyone else was.
Just as I hung up, Hawk appeared in the living room, dressed in a tight white tank top and maroon athletic shorts. His muscles were on full display, and I wondered if it was weird that I wanted to lick every single one of them.
“Hey, what’s going on?” I asked, standing and realizing he had the straps of a small black leather duffle held in one hand.
“I need to go out,” he said, heading toward the kitchen without meeting my eyes.
“Are you getting the ice cream, or do you want me to go to the store?”
He paused with his back to me before resuming his stride. “Not tonight.”
And then he was gone, leaving me standing there wearing nothing but a blanket and soaked panties.