Savage Collision: A Hawke Family Novel (Hawke Family #1)(61)

“Oh, God, please!” I gasp into his mouth as he lingers against my flesh, barely skimming the surface, doing nothing but stoking the desperate need coiled inside me.

“Please, what? Tell me what you want, baby.” His husky voice vibrating against my lips resonates through my body. My clit pulses against the palm of his hand. I roll my hips against him, grinding against his palm, urging him to move and put me out of my misery.

“You,” I manage to gasp out as he slips his fingers inside me.

Finally.

I clench around them and he groans against my mouth.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He slowly slides his fingers out, then thrusts them in again, beginning a steady rhythm I match with my hips. His palm grinds against my clit and he increases the pace. My entire body heats, my skin flushing and my head spinning, signaling my impending orgasm. Hot breath floats across my neck as he kisses his way to my ears, grazing his teeth over the lobe and finally sends my body spinning into an explosive orgasm.

His hand and mouth never still until I collapse onto him, panting against the damp skin of chest. He nuzzles in my hair, pressing his lips against my head and gently rubbing my back. His hard cock is pressed against my belly, and, as I regain my senses, I reach between us to grasp it, craving the hot flesh in my hand.

Just as my thumb slips across the wet tip, he grabs my wrist and rolls me onto my back. “I’m not done with you yet.”

I groan in frustration as he shifts me up against the headboard so he can drop his head between my legs. I comply, simply because he leaves me no other choice. His strong arms hold me down as he teases his tongue along my swollen and overly-sensitive flesh. I shudder and grip his shoulders, digging my fingers into the firm muscles as he probes inside me.

He doesn’t go easy on me, even though I know he is more than aware of how sensitive I am after I come. He draws my clit between his lips and sucks in time with my undulating hips. I grip his hair, tugging on it and pulling him closer, frantic for another release.

This one comes so quickly, it blindsides me, my world spinning out in a shattering of stars and flashes of light. I cry out his name, smashing myself against his face, riding out the orgasm until I’m so sensitive I have to push him away and beg him to stop.

I collapse against the headboard, and he nuzzles my stomach, kissing his way up to lavish attention to my breasts. His hot breath across my nipples makes me shudder against him, craving him inside me more now than I ever have in the past.

“You okay, baby?”

I manage to nod as he presses his lips to mine, the taste of my release still there.

Sliding my tongue along his bottom lip, I suck it into my mouth and he groans, shuddering against me. He wraps his arms around my back and rolls onto his back. I slide down and straddle him, pressing my drenched pussy against his cock and rock my hips.

His eyes roll back into his head and he digs in his fingers into my hips. I roll my hips again and his eyes fly open, raw need emanating in the blue depths. I lean down and kiss him, pouring my need for him into the act.

Yes. This. We both need this.

I shift forward until the head of his cock is resting against my core and rock against him again, catching his groan in my mouth.

He sits up so we are face-to-face. Reaching down, I grasp him and moan in appreciation at the thick, hot flesh in my hand. His cock bucks against me, his fervent kiss continuing while I position him at my entrance.

His heart races against my chest and his skin feels cold and clammy. He’s no longer returning my kiss and is taking short, jagged, gasping breaths.

I pull back and find his eyes squeezed shut. His cock deflates in my hand and I move quickly to capture his face between my palms.

Something is seriously wrong here.

“Savage, what’s wrong?” He doesn’t open his eyes. He doesn’t respond. He doesn’t move, other than to take rapid, shallow breaths. His entire body shakes violently. His arms tighten around me as he clings to me like a lifeline and his breathing nears hyperventilation.

Holy shit, he is having a full-blown panic attack.





He latches onto me, burying his face against my neck. I hold him close and his chest heaves. The cool clamminess of his skin against mine is unnerving. I’ve never seen someone like this.

Jesus, what the fuck do I do?

“Savage, baby, it’s okay, just breathe.” I try to soothe him, but I have no fucking clue what’s happening, what brought this on, and he’s completely unresponsive.

How the hell do I get through to him?

Asking him what’s wrong does nothing and he fights any attempts for me to pull away. So, I hold him, murmuring reassurances to him for what seems like an eternity while my mind races with every scenario that might have brought this on.

When I finally reach the answer, my heart freezes in my chest.

Sex. It’s sex.

Every single time I’ve tried to take it past fooling around and oral, he makes some excuse or distracts me. I had him practically inside me this time, and he’s having a meltdown over it.

Why? What did I do?

I search every moment we’ve spent together over the last three months for any explanation, but find none.

Eventually, his breathing slows and his body stops shaking. Even then, he maintains his iron grasp on me and refuses to respond to my increasingly concerned questions.

“Savage, what’s wrong? Baby, please talk to me.” I try to pull away again, but he clutches me tighter, preventing me from seeing his face. I don’t need to see it to know he’s crying. My skin is soaked from his tears rolling down from my collarbone onto my breast.