Savage Collision: A Hawke Family Novel (Hawke Family #1)(32)

He captures my mouth with his, a searing kiss that blazes and stamps me as his. I know this is just the start of us, but I already feel a tiny piece of my heart slipping away to him.

Reluctantly, he releases my mouth, lingering for several short, hard kisses before finally letting me go.

“Lie back.”

I comply with his order, reclining back and leaning on my elbows so I can watch him. After this week of agony, I don’t want to miss a moment of the looks he’s giving me. I need to see him, his face. I need this.

He leans forward, pushing my thighs open even wider as he slides his hands up and slips his fingers around the thin strip of my soaked thong. My heart races and my breath comes out in pants. His eyes find mine and he winks at me.

Fuck! Why is that so hot?

I squirm under his heated stare. His eyes locked on mine, he yanks on my panties, ripping them apart. I don’t give a single fuck about them. All I want is his mouth, on me, this very second.

His eyes sparkle with wicked intent as he leans even further in and his breath flutters across my wet flesh, causing my hips to instinctively arch into him. He groans, never taking his eyes off mine, and uses his thumbs to spread me open.

“I’ve been desperate to taste you since the second you stormed into my office,” he murmurs, his calloused thumbs slowly slipping up and down, touching, but not where I want it, where I need it.

I don’t even care how it sounds.

I can’t wait.

I beg. “Please, Savage, just…”

He chuckles, and, without any preliminaries, slides his thick tongue through my folds, from my ass to my clit, flicking it with the tip before plunging it into my dripping cunt.

I bow off the table, dropping my head back, and rocking against him.

He devours me.

Digging my hands into his hair, I pull him closer while he swirls his tongue around my clit in a figure-eight motion that has me making sounds I don’t even recognize as human.

Sliding one, then two fingers into my pussy, I clench around him, desperate for something to grip. He moans against my flesh, sending my entire body into sensation overload. I chase my orgasm, the week of pent-up frustrations coiling deep in my core, about to reach a breaking point.

He curls his fingers into my G-spot as he sucks my clit between my lips in a pulsing rhythm that has me spiraling out of control. I finally break, splintering and crying out his name as wave after wave of pleasure roll through me.

Fuuuuuuuuccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkk.

When my orgasm finally ebbs, I shift up onto my shaking arms and watch as he lifts his head from between my legs, a smug smile on his face.

“Come here.” He tugs on my hand until I slide to the edge of the table and lean down to him. He captures my mouth, and tasting my release on his tongue is sexy as fuck.

But, I want nothing more than to know what he tastes like in my mouth right now.

Just as I’m about to slide down off the table and return the favor, the phone on his desk lets out a shrill ring.

“Fuck.” He pulls away from me with an apologetic smile and turns to his desk, yanking up the phone. “What?” He barks at whatever poor sap is on the other end. I almost feel bad for him, until my clit throbs and I remember what was interrupted.

His eyes darken and he turns his computer monitor toward him before glancing over at me. “I’ll be right down.”

He returns the phone to its cradle before moving quickly to the door. “Danika, I have to go take care of something. Lock this door behind me and don’t open it for anyone but me, Gabe, or Byron. Got it?”

I slide off the table onto shaky legs, and my stomach churns. “Savage, what’s going on?”

With a quick tug, he yanks the door open, glides through it, and turns back to pull it shut. “Danika, please, just do what I ask.”

The concern I see in his gaze makes me shut my mouth when all I want to do is chase after him and find out what’s going on. It’s not in my nature to sit on the sidelines, but I nod my understanding. He closes the door without another word, leaving me half-satisfied and more worried than I care to admit.





Hurry the fuck up!

The elevator seems to take an hour while I wait impatiently, unable to stop myself from looking back toward my office, and her.

I can still taste her in my mouth, and the sounds of her gasps and moans are echoing in my ears. The fantasy I had worked up in my head was nothing compared to the real thing.

But I can’t think about that now. Shaking my head, I try to get myself in the game. The shit is hitting the fan downstairs, and I can’t be distracted by my dick when I get down there, no matter how hard it is.

When the ding finally sounds and the doors slide open, I move in, punching the button for the main floor and waiting impatiently for the doors to close.

Jesus, I should have known something like this would happen.

Things have been going way too smoothly today, and my luck is never this good. It was only a matter of time before my “favor” for Dom was going to bite me in the ass. I just hadn’t imagined it would come this quickly.

The ding sounds, and the door slides open to the main floor and the melee ensuing by the main stage. Quickly taking stock of the situation, I see Nora clinging to the center stage pole watching the ruckus as Byron and Gabe try to pull people from the top of pile.

Where the fuck are Tubbs and Rocky?