“Yeah, that bad,” she agreed, remembering her short stint working in the state welfare department after completing her bachelor’s degree.
“Lots of long hours, low pay, and sacrifice,” he murmured. Startled, she glanced at him.
“Sounds like you know a bit about it,” she replied, hoping he’d share something more of himself with her.
“You could say that.” His smile, like hers, was bittersweet, yet he offered up no more information.
Danita opened her mouth to ask more, but instantly clamped it closed. If he wanted to tell her more, he would. No amount of prodding would help. She knew that from her years counseling.
Instead, she munched on her muffin and took the last drink of tea, before continuing. “So, after grad school, I moved here at a friend’s insistence. She’d met a guy and moved here after graduating from high school,” she said with a laugh, thinking of Larissa. “Things didn’t work out with the guy, but she loved the city. Went to college, got a degree in psychology, and offered to be my assistant.”
“Was that the woman sitting with you earlier?”
“Yes, Larissa. We were supposed to go to a movie, but, well…”
“Change of plans?” he asked, and laughed at her expression.
“Yeah. Something like that,” she agreed, and laughed with him.
“What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Any boyfriend in the picture?”
His bold question threw Danita. Unwanted thoughts of Warren came to mind.
“No. Yes. I mean…yes, there is.” She knew her answer was about as clear as mud, but she hadn’t figured out her relationship with Warren herself.
Of late, she wondered if she was going along with what everyone else wanted—expected—of her, rather than what she wanted.
She changed the subject, and for the next hour they exchanged light banter. But beneath the banter was a sexual tension, from the way he smiled when she would laugh, to his careful attention to her, refilling her tea without her asking it. When the grandfather clock in the corner of the diner chimed, signaling it was midnight, Danita was surprised how the time had gone by so swiftly.
She laughed self-consciously. “Lord, I’ve been talking your ear off. I must be boring you to tears,” She laughed again. “You seem to bring out the jabber jaws in me. Are you sure you’re not a therapist?” she asked.
Danita also realized that over the course of the last hour, she’d talked more to a stranger, a man she didn’t know, than she had with anyone else in a long time. So used to being the one people naturally seemed to tell all their problems to, she was unused to telling so much about herself, much less to a stranger.
He laughed. “No, I’m not a therapist, not by a long stretch. It’s just easy for people to talk to me, I’ve been told. Not that I’m complaining. Not in the least!” he inserted when she bit her lip, knowing she’d just talked the poor man’s ears off, nonstop, for over an hour.
“No, just the opposite. I’m enjoying getting to know you,” he said, reaching out to lightly stroke her hand that was laying on the table.
“Is that what we’re doing? Getting to know each other?”
“We are if that’s what you want us to do,” he replied in his low voice, sending tingling awareness coursing through her body, reminding her that they were all alone, no one around.
The normally bustling café was quiet, the overhead lights were turned off, and the main lights coming from behind the counter offered them a very intimate setting.
She smiled at him. “Yeah, I guess I do,” she replied to his question. “I’ve talked so much about myself,” she said, curious about the man who sat so intently in front of her, making her feel like she was the only woman in the world at the moment.
“Hmmm. Just a working man. Not much to tell,” he replied.
“Come on! I’ve sat here for the last hour telling you my whole life story! I think you could throw me a crumb and tell me about you,” she smiled, and the small, appealing dimple appeared in the corner of her pretty, bow-shaped mouth.
“Hmmm. A crumb, huh? I like to take long bubble baths with lighted candles. Scented ones. I’m particularly partial to the blackberry scented ones. But if you tell Leila’s husband that, I’ll deny it to the end. Gotta keep up the macho image,” he replied, teasing her, hoping to see the cute dimple appear again.
When the pink tip of her tongue snuck out to ream her bottom lip, and her eyes widened, her chest rising sharply, the teasing left and Hawk was once again aware of the growing tightness, the sexual tension that lay silent between them, yet very much a part of their surrounding.
His penis thumped against the buttons of his jeans in reaction. He stared at her, and saw that she too was affected.
Her large, drowsy-looking brown eyes dominated her small face, and his gaze had constantly been drawn to her bow-shaped lips as she spoke to him. Now, as she sat across from him, her petite body nestled deep in her chair comfortably with her feet curled beneath her chair, he wanted to pick her up and sit her in his lap and get to know her on a completely different level.
He shifted in the vinyl-covered seat, his cock thickening, the semierection he’d had since he’d first laid eyes on her, thickening as images of the two of them together played in vivid movielike sequence in his mind.
Images like him stretching her small body out on the table in front of them and feasting on her delicate curves.
He reached across the space covering them, and touched her hand, one thumb caressing her soft mocha-colored fingers.
She looked up at him, startled. Her eyes widened and she inhaled a deep swift breath. Hawk knew she read his thoughts in his eyes.
Licking her lips nervously, she sat up in the chair, allowing her feet to drop, and hastily withdrew her hands from his as she glanced over at the clock for the third time in less than five minutes.
“I’d better go! It’s getting really late. I’m sure you have a lot to do—” she began, quickly rising from her chair. She gathered her briefcase and purse, slinging them both over her shoulder, and grabbed her jacket. Before she could move more than a few steps, Hawk had risen from his chair, and moved to where she stood.
“You don’t have to leave. Stay,” he encouraged.
“No, really, I’d better.” Danita laughed nervously, staring up into Hawk’s somber face as his intense, dark eyes stared down at her, a small smile lifting the corners of his wide mouth.
“No. Stay.” He kept his dark gaze on hers, the small smile on his face in place, and gently removed the strap of her brief case and purse, and placed them back on the floor.
Danita’s heart thud loudly against her chest when he nudged her legs apart and stepped closer into the V of her legs, wrapped one of his hands around the back of her head, his nimble fingers tunneling in her hair, and pulled her closer.
Her eyes drifted closed and a soft breath of need escaped her lips when his mouth bushed back and forth against hers.
In feather strokes, he ran his mouth over hers, back and forth, and his tongue sneaked out from behind his mouth to lick across the seam of her lips. The light touch of his tongue was electric and Danita gasped, her mouth opening to admit him.
His tongue invaded her mouth, swirling around the moist walls, running the length behind her teeth, end to end, before plunging back deep to leisurely lap and tangle their tongues in a heated love play.
He withdrew from her mouth to place nibbling kisses over her lips, on her chin, before pulling the lower rim of her lip into his mouth by his teeth and suckling gently on it until she mewled. She pressed her body closer to his.
He pulled her tighter to his body until her breasts pressed hotly against the hard wall of his chest. The fingers of one hand tightened in her hair, while the other hand curved around the swell of her hip, palming her buttocks. Her nipples spiked, painfully erect, and she rubbed against him like a kitten as the kiss deepened.
When she felt the hard ridge of his a
rousal pressed against her, the velvet smoothness of his tongue bathing her mouth, her body completely yielded to his. On fire for him, she rubbed her body against his, yearning and creaming for his touch.
She heard a low groaning come from him as he made love to her mouth as though it was a drug, one he couldn’t get enough of, stroking into her with an urgency her body longed for.
Of their own volition, her arms crept up and wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him down even closer to her. Long drugging kisses later, he tore his lips from hers, his nostrils flaring, his chest expanding with each harsh breath he took.
With his eyes staring down deep into hers, Danita felt hypnotized, unable to look away, as he pulled her silk blouse from the waistband of her skirt. He deftly unbuttoned her blouse, his eyes still on hers, until he undid the last one.
Hawk moved his gaze away, trailing his eyes down the smooth line of her creamy, chocolate-colored neck to the tops of her breasts that crested over the top of her lacy bra. His heart thud against his chest and his dick kicked against the rough zipper of his jeans, at the erotic picture she presented.
His hand trailed over the smooth creaminess of her chocolate-colored large breasts, over the satin covering of her bra, thumbing the bud of her nipple, that even behind the bra, was erect and pressing against the fabric.
He brought both of his hands up to trail down her curves, before spanning her small waist within his hands. Although her breasts were large, her waist was small, so small that he was almost able to span it with his hands.
But he wanted to see them. Wanted to feel, taste and caress them. The thought alone made the erection he had swell to the point of pain.
He quickly unfastened the closure to her bra, and the large globes bounced free, her nipples, fully erect, long and tight, hard as cherry pits and just as delicious looking, were surrounded by the large, flat disk of her areolas.
With a groan he moved his head down to capture one of the bright, cherry-colored nubs within his mouth.
He lifted her breasts, each hand cupping one of the large mounds, deciding which one he wanted to taste first. He flicked at her nipples and then licked and mouthed first one long bud, then the other, alternating his attention between them, playing with them, deeply engulfing one before allowing it to pop out, then going to the other.
Danita barely resisted grinding against his thick shaft and dry humping the hell out of that thick, delicious manhood she felt against the ridge of his jeans. Wet, God she was so wet, the cream from her vagina now saturating her panties.
When she moaned and placed her arms around his head to pull his head closer, arching her breasts fully into his mouth, Hawk glanced up, watching her eyes flutter closed while he suckled on her breasts.
Her obvious arousal at what he was doing flamed his even more.
He moved a hand to shove up her skirt, lifted her, pivoted, and sat down on the nearest chair with her sitting on his lap.
She faced him and he widened his legs, forcing her to straddle him with her mound pressed directly over his erection. He fumbled with the buttons on his jeans and swallowed a sound of both pain and relief when he freed his erection from the constricting denim.
His hand moved to pull at the side of her panties and he eased one of his fingers inside, feeling her liquid heat saturate his fingers.
Her hot little bud pulsed beneath his fingers as he rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. Taking her own moisture, after separating her vaginal lips, he spread it between her moist folds before easing his middle finger inside.
He clenched his teeth, in an attempt to prevent himself from taking his dick out of his boxers and feel her tight sheath wrapped around him, gloving him.
When she cried out, he pulled her head back down and covered her lips with his, continuing to drag his finger in and out of her drenching heat, devouring her lips with his own.
Moaning and crying around his lips, Danita pressed closer, grinding against his hand, seeking to get as much of his finger inside her body as she could.
When he removed it, Danita’s eyes flew open, and she released a distressed cry of denial.
He placed his hands against either side of her face, the look in his dark, lust-filled eyes hot as his gaze roamed over her kiss-swollen lips.
“We’ve got to stop. If I don’t stop now, I won’t be able to, Danita. I’ll take you right here and now,” he spoke harshly, and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths.
Danita lowered her head, overcome with the kiss and his nearness, taking deep calming breaths of her own.
When he laid his cheek on top of her head, unbidden, tears sprang to Danita’s eyes. His kisses, his touch, the feel of him pressed against her had been so amazingly intense, so incredibly intimate…With simple caresses he’d managed to make her feel more cherished, more wanted, than she’d felt in a long time.
With her ear pressed against his chest, she heard the loud thudding of his heart, felt his body shake, and knew he wasn’t faking his reactions.
He’d been as deeply affected by their exchange as she had.
She took a deep breath. It had been so long since anyone, including Warren, had made her feel so needed, had made her burn the way Hawk was.
Had been so long since she’d needed someone as much as she did this man, one she didn’t know.
Had been so long since she’d done something to make herself feel good.
It had also been a long time that she hadn’t worried about who thought what, who expected what of her, who demanded that she act one way or another, proper and ladylike…Danita was tired of trying to be what others wanted.
For this one time, she was going to be and do what she wanted. And what she wanted was to allow this man to make love to her.
God, was she insane? The thought hit her as soon as the decision was made.
But she wasn’t stupid. She was on birth control, but still…
He must have read her indecision. Despite the larger than life hard-on pressing so deliciously against her mound, she saw the gentling in his eyes.
“Look, I don’t want to hurt you. Neither would I press you to do something you don’t want,” he said, and she batted away the tears that threatened to fall.
“I can make you feel good…both of us feel good, without penetrating you. I promise you,” he finished, the desire in his eyes no way lessening, nor the bulge in his pants, yet his hands remained still, his arms anchoring her to his body.
Danita raised her eyes and met Hawk’s beautiful liquid black gaze, passion stamped harshly on his chiseled features.
She made up in her mind that she was going to do what her body wanted her to do, and to hell with the rest.
Without saying a word, Danita reached up, pulled his head down and initiated a kiss. Within seconds of her lips touching his, he took over.
With her saddling his lap, he lifted her skirt, shoved it up her thighs, and ran his lean fingers down her naked thighs.
The cool air hit her skin, mingling with his warm hands on her flesh, sending goose bumps washing over her skin.
When she shivered, the smile he gave her before he captured her lips was pure sin. As he kissed her, his nimble fingers were busy massaging and playing with her large, unbound breasts. He broke their kiss and stared down at her while his fingers manipulated her hard, stiff nipples
“So pretty,” he murmured.
Leaning his dark head down, he fastened his mouth around one of her breasts, opening his lips wide, and gave each one open-mouthed, warm, wet kisses.
Danita clamped her legs together when her pussy constricted.
He pulled on her breast, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth, and Danita arched her back sharply.
“God. You’re beautiful,” he breathed. “Such perfectly sculpted mounds.”
He stroked a reverent thumb across one erect bud. “Topped by a sweet cherry-wine chocolate kiss, perfect for my mouth.” He laughed huskily before fastening his lips on the dark, delicate erect nippl
e, suckling it as though it were the sweet chocolate candy he pronounced it to be.
The sight of his dark head taking her nipple deep into his mouth, accompanied by the deep suction hold he held on her, forced a moan from Danita’s lips.
She grasped him by the back of the head and drew him closer, deeper into her breasts.
He feasted on her tit, laving her rock-hard nipple with the rough velvet of his tongue in strong laps.
He lifted one globe, and with the flat of his tongue stroked her from beneath the crease of her breast, up and over her nipple, swirling his tongue around her areola before taking her straining bud into his mouth to nurse her.
The ache between her legs grew tauter, and her heart seemed to skip a beat in her chest when she felt a long finger edge aside the lacy hem of her panties, and part her slick folds.
“Oh—oh, God…” she panted, squirming in his lap, straining against him.
“So sweet, so wet and sweet,” he removed his lips on her breast to murmur. When he licked his dew-covered fingers, the walls of Danita’s pussy clenched and released in response.
He pulled her head down and kissed her, his lips covering hers, and her breath caught when she tasted her own flavor on his tongue.
She nearly wept in relief when he slipped the finger back inside her vagina, pulling her lower body into tight contact with the thick bulge straining the zipper of his jeans.
So caught up in the feeling of him catering to her, the thick bulge pressing so insistently against her pussy, reminded Danita of what she was allowing to happen.
Attention from someone had her half-naked in a stranger’s lap, dry fucking him?
Embarrassed, she began to push away from him in earnest.
Hawk felt her withdrawal, even as his fingers remained imbedded inside her tight, wet heat.
He brought the hand cupping her breast up to her face and ran the rough pad of his thumb over the lower rim of her lip.
“We can stop this anytime. I don’t want to do anything to you that you don’t want done,” he said, forcing her to look at him.
The way she worried her bottom lip and the uncertainty in her deep brown beautiful eyes struck him hard.
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