It was a perfect plan.
At least it would’ve been when put to use against anyone else.
I’d counted on him being tempted. I hadn’t anticipated him breaking the chains of his restraint all at once.
But that’s exactly what he did.
The elevator stopped, doors opening at just the right time. Because not a second after my lips swept across his, huge hands grasped my ass and lifted, giving me no choice but to wrap my legs around him.
Hawk stepped from the elevator and started walking. I had a moment to grin at the stormy look on his chiseled features before his mouth dipped, finding mine in a kiss that was as devastating as it was perfect.
At the first touch, I opened for him and sighed into his mouth.
His tongue swept in without hesitation and his hands squeezed my ass desperately. A rumbly, male noise made his chest vibrate and I had a beat of surprise to feel his hands returning to my waist before dropping lower again, but this time those calloused palms were inside my sweatpants.
Chances were I was giving anyone who looked into the hall at that moment quite a show, but it was impossible to find it in me to care as he deepened the kiss, tongue plunging into my mouth. I moaned, melting against him as his hands kneaded my flesh, spreading me apart before venturing towards my center.
“Fuck,” he rasped when his fingers found my soft heat.
I swallowed the sound, gripping the back of his head to draw him in again.
Three years without his lips against mine.
Without his scent in my nose.
Without his hands on my body and the hard length of his dick pressed against me.
“Too long,” I whispered. “Too damn long.”
He pressed my back to a door. I wasn’t sure if it was mine.
“Since what?” he asked, biting down on my lip.
A whimper flowed from me and into him. He bit down harder before swiping his tongue along the stinging area and kissing me again.
“Since. What?”
God, he felt good. My hands traveled across his chest, nails digging in just to feel the hardness of his muscles against my fingers. I spread my arms as wide as they could go, but it was still difficult to wrap my way around the steel caps of his shoulders. He could moonlight as a superhero, costume and all. He had the body for it.
“Jasmine,” he barked.
I blinked, lashes fluttering open to find him staring down at me. Had he said my name more than once? The crinkles across his forehead told me it was a possibility.
“Sorry...” I blushed, which seemed silly since I was still wrapped around him like a spider monkey in the middle of a hallway. “What were we talking about?”
“Focus.”
He said that, but then he shifted me around in his grip and his pecs did wonderful things beneath his shirt. Don’t get me wrong, just because I hadn’t excelled in the chest department didn’t mean I couldn’t appreciate a nice set of tits when I saw them—I did have access to the internet, thank you very much.
But there was something to be said about a man with his very own power pack attached to his frame.
“These are great,” I said softly, running my hands across them again. “I missed these a lot. A whole lot.”
His head dipped, eyes grabbing my attention. “Do not tell me you’re drunk. You barely had a single beer.”
“I’m not drunk.”
I was pretty sure, at least. There was a bit of a floaty sensation around my brain, but that hadn’t been there before he went all He-Man on me in the elevator. It wasn’t my fault that I’d been sex-starved. Okay, well, it kind of was, but we weren’t getting into that.
“You said it had been too long,” he prompted when I failed to say anything else. “Since what?”
Alright, maybe we are getting into that.
I chewed on the inside of my cheek. Giving him more ammunition to use against me was yet another bad decision, but it was like I couldn’t help myself. Somewhere deep inside my heart, or maybe my soul, there was a desperate hope that still thought I could keep him.
“Since...this.” I pointed between us. “Since you. I missed it, okay? Is that what you want to hear?”
He went quiet, too quiet, as cliché as it sounded. If supporting my weight bothered him, he didn’t show it while those gray eyes flicked back and forth across my face, searching for answers to a question he hadn’t voiced. They flashed with impending danger, and I knew that scary edge he would never quite shake was back in the driver’s seat.
Sure enough, his hand snaked up and latched onto the back of my neck. “I don’t like lies,” he said on a low rumble. “You know this. Don’t pretend you’ve spent every night alone while I was gone. It’s just going to piss me off.”
Ignoring yet another threat, I smiled. Laughed. Flicked at his nose like he was harmless instead of a dangerous kingpin.
“Why would I lie about that, Hawk? Do you know how pathetic that sounds? That in three years, I haven’t so much as thought about touching another guy because there was only one I wanted and he wasn’t available?”
“Me,” he growled.
I nodded, heart beating a mile a minute at the confession. “You.”
My secrets were spilling from me at an alarming rate. Maybe later, I’d find the good sense to be worried. Maybe later, I’d remember why I shouldn’t be involved with him in the first place, much less spurring him on like I was.
But hey, those were problems for Future Jasmine. She’d just have to deal.
Either way, I knew one thing. I needed him. Desperately.
“Three years,” I whispered, dropping the depth charge in the water. “Don’t make me wait.”
It worked.
Almost too well.
He glanced over my shoulder and then back at me, offering up the closest thing to a real smile I’d seen yet. “You better hope my info is right and that this is your door.”
It was. But... “Why?”
“Because we’re going through it.”
And with that, he lifted his foot, kicked the door in, and strode inside, pulling a nearby chair to support the mangled frame without ever missing a step.
Thank the good Lord above for strong, slightly insane men.
Chapter Nine
Hawk
She missed me.
There weren’t many things that could distract from the warm, willing, outrageously fucking amazing body currently in my arms as I strode across carpeted floors, but that could almost do it.
Knowing that no other man had put their hands on what was mine came in at a close second. That saved me a lot of work. Good disposal crews didn’t come cheap, and that was all I’d contemplate on the subject because that side of my life had no business being anywhere in my mind when Jasmine was right here after all this time.
I wasn’t sure when I’d started kissing her again once we got inside, but the burning protest of my lungs told me it had been some time. We paused beside her kitchen long enough to catch our breath before attacking each other again. I couldn’t call it anything else.
The sentiment she’d expressed out in the hallway was sweet. This? Her nails raking against my skin, leaving burning trails? Her needy gasps ringing in my ears? The clash of tongues and lips and bodies as we continued to move together at a seemingly random pattern we could somehow both follow? There wasn’t anything sweet about it.
Jasmine tugged at the front of my shirt. “Off.”
People didn’t give me orders; it was the other way around.
That didn’t stop me from setting her on her feet long enough to rip my shirt over my head.
I was reaching for her before the discarded fabric had a chance to touch the floor, but the sight of her doing the same thing stalled me. Somehow, I’d forgotten that she hadn’t put a bra on before leaving the locker room. I was certainly reminded though when she untied her hoodie from her waist and yanked off her camisole.
My mouth watered at the sight of pebbled nipples, and
it wasn’t a conscious thought that sent me to my knees right then and there so much as a crazed, unrelenting desire to explore more of her flesh. To reacquaint myself with the only woman who had ever gotten under my skin the way she had. The only woman who had ever made me wish I was someone else, even if it was only for fleeting moments.
“Be still,” I snapped when her fingers dipped into the waistband of her sweatpants.
She froze, but it was with a smile on her face. Jasmine knew my tone. She knew me, maybe better than anyone else in my life. I couldn’t tell if that was sad or just the way it was meant to be.
I undid my belt, watching her carefully as I brought her hands together behind her back and bound them. Her lips were slightly parted, swollen from our kisses. Her eyes were like a magical forest, lit from within and focused on nothing else but me as I tightened the loop and gave it a tug. There was more give than I would like, but belts didn’t suit this purpose. Not without risking her silky skin—something I wasn’t willing to do.
But this would be enough. For now.
There wasn’t a sound in the world quite like the pleased sigh that came from her when I settled my hands on her hips and licked at heated skin. I tasted every curve and slope, propping myself up just long enough to bring one nipple into my mouth and lathe it with attention before doing the same to the other. Then I glided down her body, grabbing her sweatpants as I went and pulling them down, slowly.
Before I’d even gotten them below her hips, Jasmine was wriggling.
“Hawk...”
“You knew this was coming,” I said against her hip bone, letting my teeth graze her flesh there. Goosebumps cropped up in my wake and I placed a kiss to that area before moving on.
“Damn it!”
She tried to push off from the wall, but it only took a slight bit of pressure for me to keep her pinned there. I glanced up into pissed off eyes and felt delight swell within me.
“Feeling frustrated already?” I leaned in, blowing a hot breath along the curve of her hip. “That’s fast, even for you.”
“Torture me later!” she cried, bobbing up and down with a pout. “Fuck me now.”
“Not yet.” I tugged her sweatpants down another inch, just revealing the hair at the top of her mound. Her scent invaded my nose—musky and perfect—and that was almost all she wrote. My dick was already hard enough to support my body weight. The temptation to stand, bend her over, and go for broke was so strong I had to close my eyes to keep it from overwhelming me.
“See? You need this as much as I do,” Jasmine pointed out.
As if I didn’t fucking know it.
But I’d spent years tortured by the thought of her being out here doing whatever she wanted while I was locked away. Just because I now knew there hadn’t been anyone else didn’t change anything.
She’d bear the brunt of my frustration until there was nothing left.
I slid my nose through her curls before pulling her sweatpants down to her knees. While I continued that path with my tongue, tracing along her opposite hip and taking a leisurely trip down her thigh, my hand worked its way up the other side. My fingers slipped from her ankles to her calf to her inner thigh and didn’t stop until they were tucked in the crease between those toned thighs and the soft petals of her pussy.
Her body weight shifted like she was going to try and make me move.
I stood in a rush, grasping her neck and shoving her into the wall hard enough to hear a subtle thump. “Fight me and you get nothing,” I told her, voice so low I could barely hear myself. “Obey, and we both get what we want.”
She met my gaze, eyes wild. “Tell me what to do.”
I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in her body and have her taste on my tongue, but I also knew I didn’t have the restraint I needed to see it through. So, change of course before I came in my jeans like a virgin.
“On your knees, Jasmine.”
She wet her lips, aware of what had to be coming or at least anticipating it as she lowered herself to the floor. The sight of her peering up at me from beneath dark lashes was worth framing on a wall. Of course, that would mean getting someone to either paint or photograph the scene and I wouldn’t allow it. They’d die long before they had a chance to deliver.
“Take me in your mouth.”
She lifted a brow, then her shoulders, reminding me that her hands remained bound and unusable. As if that wasn’t the point.
“You’re a smart girl,” I taunted, stroking myself and watching her eyes stalk the movement. “You’ll figure it out.”
Jasmine made a frustrated noise in the back of her throat and glared up at me. “At least come closer. I’m not crawling to you, Hawk Mason.”
That, I believed.
I stepped into her space, resting my hands against the wall while I watched her.
After a moment’s hesitation, she sat up on her knees and bit the clasp of my jeans. She tugged it this way and that, trying to find the best angle. When she didn’t get anywhere, a string of curses flew from her that would’ve made any sailor blush.
They just turned me on more and made it that much more difficult to hold back. I reached down, popping the button out of place. “There,” I said gruffly.
She flashed a smirk and leaned in again, taking the zipper between her teeth.
Jasmine tried to yank it down too fast the first time. She’d learned by the second. On her third attempt, she got it down far enough for my dick to do the rest of the work.
Freed from its confines, it practically jumped into her face. Instead of inflicting the same, slow assault I’d done to her, she lined herself up and took me in her mouth in a smooth glide that sent my eyes rolling back in my head and my fist slamming into her wall.
Plaster cracked and I didn't give a damn. I’d fix it, and the door, but right then, I wasn’t going to do a damn thing but enjoy the feel of her warm, wet mouth wrapped around my shaft. And even though I knew I was supposed to be dragging this out as long as possible and forcing her to do everything for me, I knew then and there that I simply fucking couldn’t.
Wouldn’t.
It had been too long.
I needed this too badly.
I needed her.
“Jasmine...” I reached down, cupping the back of her neck.
She didn’t get another warning.
Chapter Ten
Jasmine
I’d known he was on the edge. It was obvious if you knew what to look for.
Yeah, the property damage had been a big giveaway. He was many things, but he wasn’t wasteful. Him unbuttoning his jeans for me after telling me to do it was the second. The third came in the gritty rumble he used to say my name. The one that went right between my legs like a lightning strike delivered directly to my clit.
My whole body lit up, an arcade game plugged into a power source after too long without. All it took was hearing my name in that tone for memories of what exactly I needed to do came rushing back to the forefront.
So, I didn’t think or question or complain.
I took a deep breath and opened my mouth wide.
Hawk grunted, then his hips tipped forward as his dick filled my mouth and throat. His thick length was almost too much after so long, but I fought my body's natural instincts to take another breath as he stayed there, looking down at me like I was both the devil leading him to his doom and the angel promising his salvation.
Maybe I was. Although I imagined celestial entities wouldn’t have to worry about their eyes watering or their lungs begging for air as they choked on a dick.
“Fucking Christ,” he growled, easing out long enough for me to suck in a greedy gulp of air.
His hand lifted my face, touch lighter than I expected.
I stared at him, blinking away the wetness lingering in my vision. His thumb swiped over my chin and the drool that had spilled. My body trembled with nerves. I had to look like a complete mess already, but he didn’t seem to see me that way. As always, Hawk watched
me like I was the best thing he’d ever seen, and my poor heart couldn’t handle it in the least.
“Open,” he ordered.
And I did just that.
I stretched my mouth wide, tongue hanging out. He gripped the base of his shaft and let his dick rest against the flat of my tongue. When he made no other motions, I knew exactly what to do. This had been a routine, once. I only hoped I remembered enough to please the man standing before me—an unbending warrior with muscles chiseled lovingly from stone and built to conquer.
Leaning forward, I slowly took more and more of him into my mouth without letting our eye contact falter. I didn’t stop until my nose was almost at the junction of hair at his base, and I stayed like that, throat working while I swallowed at his length.
His grip on my neck tightened.
His head fell back and he cursed to the ceiling.
I would’ve smiled at the agony sketched across his features when he looked down at me again if I could have. But since that wasn’t an option, I settled for pulling away long enough to take a single breath and return to his throbbing dick.
My tongue swept around the underside of his shaft, over the velvety tip, played with the salty taste emerging from him. And when the slightest tremble went through his powerful legs and he swelled in my mouth, I pulled away and tongued at his balls instead.
He stepped back from me after a long moment, breathing hard, fists curling at his sides. I met his charged gaze, licking my lips, wishing I could just reach out and touch him. I wanted nothing more than to feel that strength again. To be able to wrap my fists around him and struggle to close them.
The ache between my legs pounded with enough force to draw a small sound from me, and his answering smirk gave away that he’d heard it.
“You want this?” He gave his length a stroke made easier by the saliva coating him, making his member glisten like something holy. Or maybe something infernal. Surely, the devil had to be responsible for granting this man the power he so easily wielded over me.
Power that I let him wield because I never felt more at peace with who I was than when the full attention of Hawk Mason was focused on me.
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