As Luck Would Have It

He had her for tonight and he was going to take his time, make it count. When she walked tomorrow, she’d remember him inside her.

Pulling out of her tight heat, he thrust back inside. He didn’t speed up his movements, and instead made sure to take his time and go as deep as he could. She squeezed his hand, moaned into his mouth, and wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him in place.

Breaking from the kiss, he stared into her eyes as he did something he’d never done on a date, or with anyone else.

He made love to Felicity, slow, gentle. This was what he’d been wanting for so long. He’d fuck her later. This one time wasn’t going to be enough, not for what he wanted with her.

“Hawk?” she asked.

He didn’t know what she was asking but if it was how he felt when it came to her, then there was no doubt in his mind. He was completely besotted with this woman and his feelings for her were only getting stronger.

8

The feel of him filling her consumed Felicity. He thrust inside of her, stretching her wide, making the pain and pleasure coalesce, all conscious thought leaving her.

Hawk had his mouth on hers, slowly kissing her, licking her lips, then pushing his tongue inside and dueling with hers.

She’d said his name in the throes of passion, not sure what she was about to admit, maybe that she cared for him, that she always had, but then the words stalled in her throat as he pushed inside of her.

Being this honest might ruin everything, might have him realizing she was so far gone with him that there was no going back. And Felicity didn’t want that. She didn’t want to share her feelings and ruin this moment.

But on the heels of that, she remembered how he’d looked at her, how it felt when he touched her, kissed her. Their bodies were sweaty, the temperature in the room increasing.

Nothing else mattered—compared—in that moment, not even admitting her feelings.

“What are you thinking about?” His voice was low and gruff, pleasure-filled.

She licked her lips and swallowed, not sure how to answer that. Did he want literal, like the way he made her feel in a physical sense, how she felt when she came? Or did he want to know the truth, like how she felt on the inside, how her emotions were raw and uninhibited? Like how he made her feel like she was falling over the edge?

“I’m thinking about you,” she said honestly, a simple phrase that meant so much, maybe too much.

She had her hands on his shoulders and gently pushed him back. He didn’t fight her, and instead rolled over, keeping his hands on her waist and helping her so now she was on top of him. Her legs were spread on either side of him, the thick length of his hot, hard dick pressed between her thighs.

Staring into his eyes, Felicity reached out and grabbed his girth, placing the tip at her entrance and then slowly sinking down. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, the feeling of being so full taking her breath away.

When their pelvises touched, he grunted, his fingers still on her waist, his blunt nails digging into her skin. She knew there’d be bruises in the morning, but she liked that, wanted to look in the mirror and see what they’d done, a visual reminder of how they’d been together in the most basic, primal of ways.

“Ride me, Felicity,” he said in his gruff voice and she did just that.

She lifted up and sank back down, over and over again, her breasts lightly shaking as she took all of him inside of her. Soon she was rocking back and forth on every down-stroke, and lifting up so only the tip was lodged in her before pushing back down.

Over and over she did this, her hair brushing along her back, sweat covering her body now. Her heart raced and the feeling of their wet skin slapping together was an aphrodisiac. She was going to get off again, explode for him, yet Felicity didn’t want this to end.

“That’s it. Ride me. Take it all.”

And just like that, she felt herself going over the edge. She came long and hard, curling her nails against his pectoral muscles, tossing her head back and moaning out her pleasure. She heard Hawk follow right along, his deep grunt telling her he’d found his own release.

When she felt the pleasure start to dim, she collapsed forward, her head on his shoulder, her eyes closed and her breathing rapid.

He wrapped his arms around her and just held her, his cock softening inside of her, neither one of them speaking or moving for long moments. But then she shifted, getting off of him and rolling to her back, sucking in great lungfuls of air.