by Wendy Stone
Even now, he kept boxes of matches in his glove box, in his apartment, in his desk at work. Just the thought of that blissful first strike, the smell of sulphur burning, the look of the flame, bright, beautiful, dancing as it ate up the match, could make him relax. Then that sharp contact, the burn of his fingers, that hiss of pain that sent teeth like sensations to his brain. Adding them together made for a combination that he craved, like he craved the hugeness of a building fire.
Where were they going? He slowed down, letting them get a few cars ahead of him. He'd broken out the man's tail light to make it easier for them to track. The fool hadn't noticed it when he'd pulled Mackenzie out of the park. He'd been in too much of a hurry to kiss and to touch. He'd been like a dog after a bitch in heat, floppy eared, unable to see past the scent of the bitch.
He followed them across town, sometimes dropping further back, always able to stay in sight of that busted taillight. He drove past when they pulled into a small parking lot, going round the block and finding a parking spot on the street. His hand fell across the back of his seat, going to the stained pair of boxers, feeling the wetness that befouled the material. It would be a long night.
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"Mmm,” Hawk moaned, taking a bite of seafood that came in his Happy Family. “Sure you don't want a bite?"
"Seafood, ick,” Mac shuddered delicately. “Thanks but no."
"How can you live on a coastal city and not like seafood?” He snuck a piece of her chicken and then snuck a kiss. They'd brought the food into his apartment, a good-sized two bedroom loft on the third floor of a converted warehouse. Hawk had set down the food in the kitchen, handing her the remote and telling her to find some music for them to listen to. She'd settled on some soft jazz, listening to the bluesy sounds that came from the huge speakers.
Then they'd snuggled down on a wide black leather couch, Mac kicking off her sandals and tucking her feet under her as she'd hungrily dug into her sweet and sour chicken. “Hey, I lived in Texas but I didn't eat steak for every meal."
He rolled his eyes before setting his plate down on the coffee table and wiped his lips on the paper towels he'd brought out with the plates. He picked up his beer, taking a long drink before settling back. “So, why a journalist?"
"I could just as well ask you why a cop?” she smirked. “Lousy hours, days of not being at home, danger, dealing with the worst scum imaginable. Yet you seem to enjoy your job."
"I do, especially when I get unexpected little perks, such as a petite brunette in a red dress busting in during the middle of a sting.” His hand reached out, his finger running along the pale skin he could see inside the Henley neckline of her shirt. “I don't think I'll ever forget that dress."
"Neither will I,” she sighed, leaning back and putting her head on the back of the couch. “It seemed to draw some pretty amazing attention."
He scooted closer, taking the plate off her lap and setting it next to his. Lifting her legs, he slid them over his lap, moaning as she twined her fingers into his shirt, yanking him closer. “This shirt is kind of interesting too,” he said, pulling at the tails that were still tucked into her slacks. “It would look great on my bedroom floor..."
Kenzie started laughing. “Does that line ever work?"
"I'll tell you in the morning,” he drawled slowly, his hands slipping under her shirt tails and resting against the warmth of her abdomen. “Still want to stay?"
She tugged on him, pulling him just a bit closer. “If I were to say no?” she asked, sighing as his hands moved over her stomach and then up against her ribs.
"I'd take you home but I sure would be disappointed."
"Well, we can't disappoint a member of the law enforcement community. I might find myself getting tickets all the time.” She giggled as he raised an eyebrow.
"You don't have a car,” he retorted.
"And that would stop you?"
He chuckled, his hands wrapping around her waist and pulling her the rest of the way on his lap. He tipped her back over his arm, his head dipping towards hers. “I don't know anything that would stop me from being with you, Mackenzie Hunter."
"I take it that means you like me a little bit.” She started playing with his shirt, tugging on it and pulling it up.
"Yeah, I guess I do, a little bit."
"Good. I'd hate to sleep with someone who doesn't like me at least a little bit. My momma always told me that I should save myself."
"Oh and you've been a good girl?” he asked, nuzzling his face in against her neck.
"Very good, but then again, that might have to do with my cousins. So are you going to make me a bad girl?"
"Can I?” he asked, lifting his head until he was a mere breath from her lips.
She squirmed against his lap, feeling the hardness of his cock under her hip. She desperately wanted him to kiss her, to bring back the heat that only he'd made her feel before. She slipped her hands under his shirt, feeling the wide plains of his chest, the strength in the bunched muscles moving under her searching palms, hearing as well as feeling the gasp that fell from his lips. “Yes,” she whispered, lifting her lips the rest of the way until she could feel his.
With a barely restrained growl, he lifted her in his arms, standing easily under her slender weight. He navigated the furniture without lifting his head, his lips hot and fervent against hers, his tongue eager in her mouth.
He kicked open the door to his bedroom, carrying her easily over the threshold. He walked over to the bed, dropping her down upon the wide mattress than went back to the door and slammed it shut behind them.
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Chapter Seven
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Mackenzie lay against the thick blue comforter, her heart thumping almost painfully loud. She watched Hawk come back toward her, an arrogant swagger to his walk that made him even more attractive to her. He reached for her feet, tracing his fingers gently over the high arches before bringing one to his lips and kissing her slender ankle.
"If I make you nervous at all, you tell me, okay?” he said quietly.
"Okay, but you'll do the same, won't you?” She sat up in the bed, her hands reaching for the long tails of her shirt and pulling it up and off her head, leaving her in nothing but a bit of peach silk and lace.
Hawk's eyes widened at the sight before a small grin appeared on his handsome lips. “Well, this is enough to make me nervous as hell,” he quipped, reaching one finger out to slide over the mound of her breast. “If I'd known you were wearing something like this, I doubt we'd have made it out your door."
"Then poor Chase would be on a milk carton come morning,” she gasped, her back arching as his finger hooked in one lacy cup.
"We couldn't have that,” he whispered, his lips lowering to find hers. “I just have to ask one question."
"What's that?"
"Do the bottoms match?"
Mac nodded, a sly grin blossoming upon her face. “Oh yeah, I bought them together."
"I'm doomed,” he groaned. For just a moment, he turned from her, pulling his holstered weapon from its place at his back and dropping it on his night stand. Then his shirt was tugged over his head, leaving him bare to the waist. Kenzie sat up, her hands going to the buckle of his belt, unbuckling it with an unsteady hand.
"In a hurry?” Hawk chuckled, groaning when her fingers found the button on his pants and then his zipper, pulling it down, her knuckles brushing against the long rigid bulge hidden by his boxer briefs.
"I've been waiting for this for a pretty long time.” She slid her hands inside his pants, her fingers caressing then cupping the bulge his erection made. “I mean, if you think about all the times that my cousins and brother scared off men...” she trailed off on a sigh.
"If you keep that up,” Hawk gulped, “you might have to wait longer. Geez, Mac.” He groaned, pulling her fingers off of him and settling them in her lap. He patted them gently. “Leave those right there for now."
Kenzie tilt
ed her head to the side, her raven curls dancing around her face. “Did I do something wrong?” she asked, her eyes wide as he shook his head.
"No, you did something too right. If you can't tell by this,” he said, motioning towards the tent in his boxer briefs, “I want you pretty badly. The way you were going...” He shook his head, as he leant toward her forcing her to fall back against the mattress. “I'd have come in my pants like a teenage boy.” He climbed up on the bed, forcing her to scoot backwards until he lowered his body over hers.
The silk and lace of her bra slipped across his wide chest like a lover's caress, her nipples hard as little points under it boring into his flesh. His lips found hers, opened mouth and hot, desperate for her taste. His tongue swept over her lips, teasing the soft corners of her mouth, licking at the inside of her lip as he coaxed her open for him. Mac groaned as she parted her lips, his tongue a fiery hot flame, demanding response.
Hawk rolled with her, his arms folding around her as she lay against his chest. His mouth twisted, her lips rubbing and clinging to his, her fingers going to his hair, twining in the softness of the locks. When her bra loosened she gasped into his mouth, unaware of his fingers working upon the clasp. He urged her to sit up, watching with eager eyes as the straps slid down her arms, the cups sticking to her breasts for one breathless instant before falling as well.
"You're beautiful,” he groaned, reaching out and tracing gentle fingers over the hardened pink tip. She shivered under the caress, her nipple growing even harder, goose flesh breaking out on her arms. Kenzie arched her back, wanting more. Her eyes slipped closed, her lips parting, her teeth catching upon the lower one and biting.
"Oh,” she moaned. “That feels so..."
Hawk sat up suddenly, lifting her with his hands on her waist so that he could find the pebbled tip with his mouth. He heard her cry out, felt her thighs clutch around him, her hands grabbing at him as if he were the only security in the maelstrom of emotions and sensations buffeting her. She tasted of honey and sweetness, smelled of jasmine and gardenias, and felt wholly like a woman in his arms.
He suckled her, reveling in her cries and the feel of her hands in his hair, holding his mouth to her. Mac moved above him, her body searching for the pressure it needed to assuage the ache he was creating inside of her. Hawk rolled with her once more, settling between her thighs, his hips fitting perfectly in the cradle of her loins.
"Oh God. Oh God,” she moaned, barely able to form coherent thought. “Please Hawk."
His dexterous fingers were at the button of her khakis, slipping them free then pulling down the zipper. He could feel soft silk against his fingers, and a warmth that came from the heat of her flesh. Letting go of her breast, he slowly tugged the pants down her long thighs and over her feet. Hawk rose to his knees between her legs, his eyes lingering on the slender perfection of her.
"You're beautiful,” he groaned, one gentle finger tracing the smooth flesh of her belly just above the peach silk where it formed a vee just above her sex. He could see just a hint of dark hair under the silk, a shadowed strip the same black as her hair. Slowly sliding his finger into the silk, he pulled at it, slipping the peach panties off of her and down her thighs until he could see her thick lower lips.
A moan of pleasure shivered through him as his fingers made a foray between her thighs, sliding with delicate ease into the heated wetness of her slit. He heard her gasp and then stiffen, felt the hard pearled bud of her clitoris under the tender pressure of his fingertip. “You like that?"
His voice was husky and he watched as she opened her eyes, a dazed look of disbelieving pleasure in the heated amber gaze. “You do like it,” he said against her throat, his teeth nipping at her flesh. His finger slid through the wet folds of her sex, finding the small opening covered by the thin barrier denoting her pureness. His cock jerked at the thought of pushing through that barrier, of becoming the only man who knew what she felt like inside.
Yet he wanted to taste her, to drive her mad with a desperate need to have him inside of her. He wanted to hear her cry out his name as she came, to feel the orgasm with his fingers and his tongue before he felt that wet, spongy flesh close around his cock, drawing him inside of her.
He slid down her body, his hand catching in the thin silk of her panties to pull them off, leaving her naked. Hawk parted her thighs, pushing them wide, his shoulders coming between to hold her still. He lowered his nose, breathing in the essence of her arousal, loving the sweetly musky scent that was all Mackenzie.
Without warning, his tongue slicked through the wetness of her, thick and probing, teasing her with tiny flicks and licks. She shuddered under him, a new flood of wetness coating his lips as he pleasured her. Her cries were almost incoherent, her need apparent in the sting of her nails against his shoulder and scalp. She rose up slightly, her glazed eyes staring down at him, watching him as he brought her ever closer to pleasure.
When it came, her back arched, bowing off the bed. Her hips thrust against him, almost smothering him with her greed. She moved against him, undulating, begging wordlessly for something more.
Hawk tore himself from her grasp, quickly shedding the remainder of his clothes. He took a moment to drink in her beauty, the long legs still parted, her thighs quivering as spasms of pleasure still shook her. Her hips were lush, the small strip of hair that guarded her womanly slit was dark and curled. A deeply curved slender waist, led to rounded breasts with cinnamon colored nipples that begged for his lips. Her arms were reaching for him, her eyes opened wide, the amber dazed and a little shocked from what she'd just experienced.
A jolt of need tore through him and he worried that he wouldn't be able to hold back, that he would hurt her in his anxiousness to join with her. “Mac,” he ground out between clenched teeth. “You sure about this?"
Her eyes were focusing upon that thick ridge of flesh that jutted from the pelt of pubic hair at his groin. She looked startled, her eyes darting from his cock to his face. “It won't fit,” she said finally.
"Yes,” he said, a snort of laughter torn from him, “it will."
"I want to touch you,” she whispered.
"No, not yet. Not this time, Mac. If you touch me, I won't be responsible for what happens. I'm feeling a bit on the desperate side right now.” He tried to make a joke out of it, but his cock throbbed, clear, lubricating juice dripping from the angry red head. “I want you pretty badly."
"Then what are you waiting for,” she said, gasping when he pushed her down into the mattress, his mouth covering hers, his hands running impatiently over her body. A groan of renewed desire sounded deep in her throat and her hands came up, grasping him, holding him to her.
"I don't want to hurt you,” he panted.
"You won't,” Mac said, her voice shaking. She slid her thighs over his legs, moving them up until they were wrapped around his waist. “Please. I want you,” she whispered.
Hawk reached between them, rubbing the hard head of his cock in the wetness of her sex. Pushing forward, he felt the barrier stretching. “Hold on to me,” he urged.
She grabbed his forearms, closing her eyes in anticipation of the pain. He watched as her teeth gnawed on her lower lip, bending his head to kiss her. With one quick move, he broke through that thin barrier, plunging himself into tight folds of heat and wetness.
Mackenzie stiffened under him, her nails digging into his arms. She jerked, almost as if she were trying to buck him off. A small whimper left her lips and then she stilled under him.
Hawk ran his hand over her hair, pushing the short curls off of her face, his eyes concerned even as he fought to keep from thrusting into her. “Mac?” he whispered urgently. “Are you okay?"
"Yes,” she moaned, her eyes opened, a tremulous smile upon her lips. “Give me a minute..."
"For the love of God, Mac, make it a short one,” he ground out, causing her to chuckle.
She moved under him, her hips rising, rubbing against him. He let her move, clenching hi
s teeth against the urge to slam into her, holding back against the torture of her slow movements.
"It fit,” she moaned.
His snort of laughter ended in a groan as she wrapped herself around him, moving under him with quicker strokes. “Mac? Are you...?"
"Yes,” she whispered, her eyes locked on his face. “It feels..."
"It feels?” he urged, moving against her slowly.
He saw her eyes close, her mouth opening upon a cry of pleasure. Her body arched, rubbing against his with devastating effects. He tried to grab her hips but she was determined, whether by instinct or choice, to make him lose what little control he had left.
A wild cry tore from deep inside of him and he began to move over her, his thrusts heavy and sure. He felt her clench around him, felt the wild fluttering of her pussy around his cock. “God!” he growled, his hands moving over her.
"Gideon?” she gasped.
He saw her eyes upon his face, the look of stunned pleasure in the beautiful amber of them. “Once more love,” he whispered, letting the flat of his hand slide between their bodies, his finger finding her clit. “Once more and I'll come with you."
"Yes,” she moaned, her hands slipping from his shoulders, the softness of them gliding across the straining muscles of his back and down to his hips, cupping around his flexing ass.
Slow strokes, long ones, hard and fast, he ground against her, wet, slapping sounds coming from between their bodies, filling the air. Her musk was heavy around him, making him dizzy, the feel of her, of being inside of her was indescribable and more wonderful than anything he'd felt before, ever. She clung to him, little mewls of pleasure and need torn from her lips until he silenced them with his own.
She tensed under him, her back arching, her breasts rubbing against his chest. Tearing his mouth from hers, he stared down at her, watching as her face grew taut with the coming storm of her orgasm. He felt her nails digging into his hips, the tiny stings of pain adding to the sensations already buffeting him.