Savage Collision: A Hawke Family Novel (Hawke Family #1)(82)

He rolls onto his side and pulls me in to him, pressing his erect cock against my stomach, the thin t-shirt I wear doing nothing to dampen the heat of his body. Burying his hand in my hair, he guides my mouth to his, capturing it in a devastating kiss that renders me completely immobile. There are no soft preliminaries. His tongue glides across my lips, begging for entrance. I comply and respond in kind, tangling with him as I push my body against his, wanting, needing to be closer.

Abruptly, he pulls away and rolls onto his back, scrubbing his hands down his face before pushing himself up and sitting back against the headboard. “Shit, I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have…I just…”

I slide my leg across his hips and straddle him. Capturing his face in my hands, I tilt his head back, forcing him to look at me. “Oh no, don’t you dare apologize for anything.” Reaching between my legs, I grasp his erection and brush the head of his cock through my wetness, eliciting a groan from him. “Baby, do you want this?”

His shimmering eyes hold mine momentarily before he presses his forehead to mine. “You know I do, but…”

“No,” I say as I shake my head, “no buts. This is about us, right here, right now. Nothing else matters right now, as long as this is what you want.” I press my mouth to his, letting him taste my need for him, my need for him make everything else disappear, even if only for a few moments.

Please, Savage…

His hands cradle my head and he consumes me with his mouth. I slide my wet pussy along his length, coating him in my arousal and letting him feel my need. When I rock my hips against the head of his cock, he groans into my mouth, moving one hand down and finding my clit.

I cry out at his touch, my throbbing clit needing the contact almost as much as my clenching core needs him inside me right now. “Savage,” I gasp, “please…”

His hand slides from my clit down to his cock. He positions himself at my core and I slide down.



She engulfs my cock, her wet, clasping heat gripping me and making my head spin off in a thousand directions. Inch by inch, she takes me into her, stretching her tight walls that clench around my throbbing flesh.

“Sweet fuck.” The words tumble from my mouth as stars flash in my vision. The pain of her nails digging into my shoulders brings me back. She gasps when she impales herself fully on my dick, rocking against my pelvis.

For the thousandth time since the accident, I thank God I can feel this. It isn’t like I remember it, it never will be, but it’s everything I need it to be.

Leaning forward, she captures my mouth as she tightens her pussy around my cock. My gasp mingles with her groan and she smiles against my mouth. “I love you,” she murmurs against my lips.

I kiss her deeply before replying, “I love you, too, baby.”

She grins and leans back, locking her eyes on mine, sliding up and down my cock, grinding herself against my pelvis on every down thrust. My hands slip under her t-shirt to find her hips, helping her set a slow, steady rhythm.

Sweet glorious fuck…

Finally being inside her, finally feeling us come together like this, is so overwhelming, it’s hard to believe it isn’t a dream. How this amazing woman could be here, like this, with me, after the shit I put her through, makes no logical sense to me, but somehow, she is here, and she loves me.

She rolls her hips, changing the angle of our connection and pleasure shoots up my spine. Dropping my head back, I close my eyes and savor the glide of her body moving on mine.

My entire body tingles and warms, warning me of my upcoming release. I open my eyes and watch her—head tilted back, eyes closed, mouth hanging open as she moans in ecstasy, her clasping pussy tugging at my cock with every retreat. She reaches down and grabs the hem of the t-shirt, quickly lifting it up and over her head, freeing her breasts.

I won’t last much longer. Not with her riding me like this. Leaning forward, I capture her nipple in my mouth, sucking gently while she continues to roll and grind her hips against mine. Her breathing is nothing more than urgent pants and moans, and I pray she’s as close as I am. I move to her other breast, grazing it lightly with my teeth.

She cries out, her eyes rolling back into her head as her pussy ripples and clenches around me with her orgasm.

Watching her come, seeing the absolute bliss when she reaches her peak, combined with the relentless clutching and grinding along my cock sends me spiraling off into the most intense orgasm of my life.

Jesus...

Collapsing against me, she buries her face in my neck, her breath coming in rapid pants against my heated skin. Our heartbeats race against each other, and I clutch her to me, unwilling to let go of her for anything.

I never thought I would have this.

When I built and enforced the wall between us, I thought I had ruined everything, maybe beyond repair. I was convinced of that just days ago. The talk I had planned to have with her last night, before I almost lost her forever, wasn’t going to fix things. I knew that it was too little, too late. I hurt her too badly for things to ever be okay. I was ready to let her go, to tell her that I did love her, but that loving her was only going to hurt her.

Now, I have hope, and hope is a dangerous thing.

Because, there’s still so much I need to tell her. There’s still so much she doesn’t know, and, after last night, she may never be able to forgive me for it.

I hold her until our heartbeats return to normal, running my hand through her hair and down her back, her smooth skin warm under my palm. Her steady, even breathing tells me she has dozed off, and I can’t blame her. After what she went through yesterday, and the near-sleepless night we both had, my eyelids feel heavy as lead.