Savage Collision: A Hawke Family Novel (Hawke Family #1)(83)
Resigning myself to the fact that the things still left to say can wait, I close my eyes and let the rise and fall of her chest against mine lull me to sleep.
My phone chirps on my nightstand and startles me awake. I reach out and grab it, turning off the alarm. I silenced my calls and texts last night, but forgot to turn off the 8:30 a.m. alarm I set to remind myself of a meeting at 9:00 a.m. with a supplier. Glancing at my phone, I sigh, seeing fifty-six missed calls and twenty-three new texts messages from various members of my family, employees, and numbers I don’t recognize.
As I swipe to read the message, a text from Gabe appears.
> Morning news. You’re on it. <
I curse and fire off a response. It makes sense they wouldn’t have mentioned Gabe. I’m sure the police don’t want it publicized that a retired Army sniper took out three mafia hitmen before the SWAT team could even get there.
< Can you please deal with my family? I need some more time with her. >
> Of course, anything you need. <
< Thanks, man. >
Sliding the phone back onto the nightstand, I nudge Danika awake. “Baby, wake up.”
She groans and snuggles against me, turning her face into my shoulder. I chuckle and nuzzle my mouth against her ear. “Time to wake up, love.” She squirms on my lap, my cock, still embedded inside her, starting to harden again.
Moaning in approval, she squeezes my flesh, and slowly raises her head, a grin spreading across her lips. She reaches up and brushes the hair out of my face and smiles at me. “You better be waking me for a good reason.” She purrs, clenching around me and eliciting a groan from somewhere deep in my chest.
“Hmm, well, baby, I hate to do it, but we need to get up, get something to eat, and then talk.”
Her smile fades into a frown and she shifts her body forward, her swollen wet pussy tightening on my cock. My semi goes to a full-blown raging hard on in a second. I grip her hips, trying to steady her and prevent her from further distracting behaviors. “Danika…”
She pouts and leans in, kissing me deeply. When she pulls away, she smirks and rolls her hips despite my best efforts to keep her still. “Come on, Savage, ten minutes.”
The mischief and joy on her face make it impossible for me to ignore her request. Even if I could physically stop my reaction to her, which God knows I can’t, the fact she can be so happy and free-spirited after what she went through last night means I can’t possibly deny her. Not when reality is waiting for us.
I groan my resignation and capture her face in my hands, releasing her hips, which immediately roll on my cock. She moans into my mouth, sucking on my tongue in the same rhythm she sets with her hips. I slide my hands down her sides and under her ass cheeks. She squeezes them in my hands as she tightens her walls around my dick.
She moves like a woman on a mission, her hips rocking and slamming against mine vigorously as she gasps and moans. I kiss my way up her neck until I reach her ear, sucking the lobe between my teeth and scraping it gently. She bucks, her breath catching in her throat before she cries my name, redoubling her efforts.
My body burns, my love and desire for her mixing with pure unadulterated need as we both race for our release. Sliding a hand between us, I find her swollen, wet clit and tug it between my fingers. She gasps and her eyes fly open, finding mine. “God, yes…”
She leans back, placing her hands on either side of my legs, and looks down. My eyes slide down the smooth expanse of flawless skin until I finally see where our bodies are connected. I continue to roll my thumb over her clit and watch in awe as my cock disappears into her wet pussy, only to reappear a second later coated in our earlier release and current arousal.
My chest tightens. My entire body is engulfed in flames as I watch her ride my cock with reckless abandon, pulling me closer to orgasm.
“Oh fuck,” she cries, dropping her head back and shoving herself against my hand on every upward thrust of her hips, “I’m gonna come.”
Thank God. I won’t last another minute.
“God, I fucking love you,” I tell her as I slide my other hand off her hip and up to her breast, twisting her nipple at the same time as her clit. She screams my name, bowing up and exploding in erratic jerks on my cock.
Watching her find her release pushes me over the edge and I let go; my body detonates and lights flash behind my eyelids.
“Fuck…” she mumbles as she collapses, panting against my chest. I wrap my heavy arms around her and kiss her hair.
“I think we just did.”
She laughs against my skin, pressing her lips to my collarbone and sliding her tongue up my neck to my mouth. She slips it along my lips. I open for her and return the slow, sensuous kiss, relishing the afterglow.
When she tries to bury her face against my neck again, I capture her hair, tugging gently to pull her head back. “Oh no, you don’t. No falling asleep again. We need to eat and talk.” I try to sound and look stern, but her little pout is so adorable, I end up grinning and kissing her again.
Eventually, she pulls away with a sigh and climbs off my lap with a groan as my semi-hard dick slides from inside her. She disappears into the bathroom. I hear the toilet flush and running water before the door opens. She approaches, carrying a washcloth in her hand.
Stopping next to the bed, she glances down at my cock. I follow her eyes to the mess we managed to create on my lap. She laughs and hands me the wet washcloth. “You need this.” I take it from her and begin wiping off the remnants of our morning when I notice her eyes traveling farther south.