Wreck (Sphere of Irony 4)

I shudder at the thought of that entering my body. Hawke senses my apprehension. He steps forward, gathering me in his strong arms. Our naked bodies press together, nothing between us for the first time. The feel of his hot skin, hard muscles, and coarse hair against my soft curves has my pulse rate soaring. Everywhere we touch, the level of heat increases, sending scorching heat across the rest of my skin.

Hawke reaches up and removes his ever-present glasses, gently placing them on the nightstand.

God he’s gorgeous. Without his final barrier in place, I can see the various flecks of color in his irises. The blue eye has streaks of warm brown around the pupil, tying it to the whisky-colored iris of his other eye. Hawke strokes my face, kissing me lightly on the mouth.

“Don’t worry, Abby. I’ve got you.”

> That’s when I let go. I give myself over, body and soul, to this man—this brilliant, beautiful, troubled man. Trusting him to guide me through this experience.

I nod, and Hawke gently skims his nose along mine. In his arms, he guides me backwards to the bed, lying me down before covering my body with his full weight. Every one of my senses is heightened. The smell of his skin, masculine combined with his aftershave, fills my nostrils, flooding me with lust so intense I writhe beneath him. The touch and rub of hot skin sliding and pressing sends pleasure radiating deep inside me.

Hawke latches onto my lips, devouring me like he can never get enough. The stud in his tongue skims across the roof of my mouth and I shiver. He tastes like pure, raw need. He tastes perfect, right. Hawke breaks the kiss to graze his teeth down my throat. My hips involuntarily buck off the bed, my body desperate for some kind of friction. The throbbing need between my legs has me feeling empty. I begin to moan, begging for something, anything, to satisfy the ache.

“Henry,” I whisper. His chest rumbles with pleasure as his mouth finds my breast. “Oh god!” When he sucks my nipple between his teeth, biting down gently, I babble incoherently, squirming beneath him. “I need…I need…”

“Shhhhhh.” Hawke’s hot breath gusts across my skin, driving me insane. “Let me show you how good it can be.”

“I just… I need…” I can’t finish my thought because I have no idea what I need.

Hawke releases my breast, trailing fiery, wet kisses down my stomach. He circles my navel with his tongue and I whimper. Hawke smiles against my skin and I relax back into the bed. This is Hawke. I trust him to take me where I need to go.

He slides down further on the bed, situating himself between my thighs. Before I have a chance to be embarrassed, his tongue slides into my slit and I cry out in pleasure. “Ohmygod.” My fingers find his head, threading in his dark hair. Strong, calloused hands span my hips, spreading me open and holding me down so I can’t buck against his face the way my instincts tell me I should.

“Mmmmmm.” His low rumble vibrates against my flesh as his talented tongue works to bring me to the brink. When he flicks that wicked metal stud across my clit, I shatter, unable to hold back the loud cries as I explode into a thousand shards of light, convulsing as he wrings every last bit of pleasure from my body.

Chest heaving, my skin slick with sweat, I lie limp on the tangled sheets. A tearing sound combined with Hawke’s weight shifting on the mattress brings me back to hazy reality. I watch, entranced, as he rolls a condom down his intimidating length. My pulse picks up again, thrumming in my neck.

Hawke rests on top of me, propped up on his elbows, giving me a soft kiss. He takes my hands in his, weaving our fingers together on either side of my head. Our eyes stay locked as he breeches my body, the sharp sting drawing a hiss from my lungs.

“It’s okay.” Hawke continues murmuring reassurances as he pushes further. I bite my lip to keep from screaming. One strong thrust of his hips and my eyes water from the pain. “It’s okay. That’s the worst of it.” Hawke gently kisses both of my eyelids, giving me a minute to adjust to the unfamiliar invasion. When my breathing evens out, he lets go of my hands to lift up and brace himself on the mattress. “Now, it only gets better.” He gives me a wicked smile and slowly pulls out before driving forward, burying himself deep.

“Oh god.” My eyes nearly roll up in my head at the exquisite pleasure. He does it again and again, picking up the pace as my words turn into one long moan.

“You feel so fucking good, Abby.” Hawke’s breath is hot against my neck as he continues thrusting. A tingling sensation begins to build, quickly spiraling into a pulse of intense pleasure. He hits the spot over and over while devouring my mouth with his. “Jesus, Abby. I’m so close. God, baby. I can’t hold back.”

Hawke plunges in hard, slamming into me at the perfect angle. With a gasp, my entire body convulses and my toes curl into the sheets.

“Fuck!” Hawke’s hips falter and he closes his eyes as his head falls back. Two more deep thrusts and he lets out a groan so sexy I swear it intensifies my orgasm. Spent, he collapses on top of me in a sweaty heap.

I gently comb back his damp hair with my fingers, staring at his beautiful face. Eyes closed, lips parted as he catches his breath, I take in every detail, every nuance, memorizing it so I’ll never forget this moment.

The moment I fell in love with Henry Evans.

Hawke

“What has you smiling?” Gavin pushes me out of the way so he can be front and center before the mirror in our tiny bathroom.

“Nothing.” I grab my toothbrush, squirt on a glob of iridescent blue toothpaste, and shove it in my mouth.

Gavin picks up a black container. In the mirror, I watch his eyebrows pull together. He holds up the tub, grinning. “Hair product? Were you using hair product?”

My mouth full of foam, I garble out an irritated response.

“What?” Gavin tosses the container on the countertop and leans on one hip, waiting while I spit and rinse.

“I said, fuck off.”

Laughing, Gavin follows me into our cramped bedroom in the Los Angeles apartment we share with Adam and Dax. It’s a dump, and yes, I could have stayed with Uncle Ross as long as I liked, but I had to get out. My skin literally crawls when I’m not doing something or going somewhere, and living up in the Hills wasn’t as convenient as living in the city.