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  And then she found she yearned for his hands on her. “Hawk, touch me.”

  “Abby—”

  “Please? Touch me.”

  He let go of the headboard to stroke his hand down her back in a languid, sensual motion that had her stretching and nearly purring like a cat. She’d missed this. Being touched. Although she couldn’t ever remember a man’s touch making her want to melt into a puddle at his feet. Needing more, she kissed him again and his fingers tightened on her shirt, fisted in the material at the small of her back, urging her a little closer.

  When she ran her tongue along his, he made a low sound and slid his hand beneath her shirt. His fingers were callused, and his touch curled her toes as they stroked up and down, catching on her bra strap. And then somehow she was fully on top of him, kissing him wildly, spiraling out of control.

  With another of those low sexy noises deep in his throat, he rocked his hips to hers, nestling his erection against her core. Surprised, she jerked.

  “Sorry,” he gasped, and pulled back, removing his hand from beneath her shirt, slapping it back on the headboard next to his bound one, face tight, body tighter. “Sorry.”

  “No—”

  “I’m going to close my eyes,” he said in a hoarse voice, doing just that. “It might help if I can’t see how you look sitting there touching me, the feel of you on my skin, the look on your face as it hits you what that touch is doing to me—” He winced. “Christ. Even my own words are turning me on.”

  “Hawk, I’m not that fragile.”

  “I know.”

  “I just didn’t know if I was ready for this—”

  “I know that, too. It’s okay, I have a grip now.” A white-knuckled one. “Let’s try again.”

  Abby wanted to. More than anything. Because something had occurred to her. She felt no sense of panic, no claustrophobia at all as she let her fingers fall from his jaw, over his throat, down his chest, damp now, and rising and falling more quickly than when he’d run through the woods. She skimmed his abs, those amazing, sexy abs, which she wanted to trace with her tongue, then touched the edge of the towel where it was tucked into itself. It loosened.

  Gaped away from those abs.

  And her mouth watered. “Hawk, can I—”

  “Anything,” he said hoarsely, his eyes closed, his Adam’s apple bouncing as he swallowed hard. “Any-god-damn-thing you want.”

  Biting her lower lip, she scooted back on his thighs so that she could bend down and press her mouth to his chest.

  Feminine power surged through her, and she opened her mouth and licked him. He let out another rough sound but didn’t move. She watched as his nipples puckered.

  Hers did the same.

  And then, almost without her brain’s approval, her fingers tugged on his towel. It slipped free, and then whoops, look at that, spread wide, falling away from him.

  “Oh,” she breathed. He was bigger than she’d imagined. Just looking at him made her thighs tingle, and between them, much more than tingle. The sensation felt so wondrous, she went very quiet to savor every single second. Then she wrapped her hand around him.

  A strangled sound tumbled from his lips, but he held still.

  Warm metal. That’s what he felt like. “You’re big all over,” she noted a bit shakily.

  A harsh laugh escaped him. “Normally, I’d take that as a compliment, but—christ, Abby!”

  She’d bent over and kissed him, on the very tip. “Do we have a condom?” she asked, then nibbled him again.

  Another wordless sound rumbled from his chest, and his body arched up from the mattress, seeking her lips. “Bathroom,” he gasped. “Basket on the counter.”

  She rushed into the bathroom, staring for one beat at the rosy, sensual woman in the mirror, then raced back to Hawk, galvanized by the golden, sinewy body stretched before her, flexed and taut with need. “Hawk.”

  “I know.” He gulped in air and quivered. “I swear I’m trying to just sit here—”

  “I need the key.” Abby climbed back onto the bed. “I need you to touch me with both hands.”

  His head whipped up, his eyes connecting with hers. “Are you sure—”

  “Yes.”

  Nearly before she’d gotten the word out, he’d grabbed the key on the nightstand and freed himself, his hands immediately going to her hips, pulling her over him. Feeling him beneath her brought a rush of heat and more excitement, and, helplessly, she rocked her hips, frustrated by her clothes.

  “How do you want me to touch you?” His hands danced up her ribs, his fingers not quite touching her breasts, though they ached for him to. “Here?” His thumbs scraped lightly over her belly.

  Now her head fell back, and with her hips in motion, slowly rocking, oscillating, she was nothing but a bundle of raw nerve endings, racing toward the finish line.

  “Abby?”

  “Everywhere.”

  His fingers reached for the buttons on her shirt, and for a moment, she froze, because, oh, yeah, this was where she’d have to get naked…

  In the warm circle of light from the lamp, his gaze met hers. “Just me, remember?”

  “I know.” She did, she really did, but she’d liked this a lot better when she wasn’t thinking about losing her clothes.

  So gently it nearly brought tears to her eyes, Hawk cupped her face. “We can stop here, Ab. I’ll probably cry but we can stop.”

  She smiled, as he’d meant her to.

  “Yeah,” he whispered. “Love that look on you. Trust me Abby….”

  Oh, God, she really wanted to, but she wasn’t ready to bare herself, and she couldn’t force that. Twisting, she wrestled with a shoe, finally kicking it and one leg of her pants off before straddling him again.

  “Wait. Abby, wait—” His hands on her waist tightened as he looked down her legs, opened over his thighs, at what she’d exposed. “Oh, God, look at you—”

  “I need you inside me, Hawk.”

  “God, you’re beautiful. So wet.” Lightly, oh so devastatingly lightly, he stroked a thumb over her, right where she wanted him to sink into her body.

  “Now,” she nearly sobbed. “Please now.”

  “Yes, all of it, but first—” He stroked her, right at the center of her world, making her tremble, making her pant for air while with his other hand, he began to skim up her top, leaning in as if he planned on putting his mouth on the places he exposed.

  Only she didn’t want to be exposed, didn’t want to tremble. She didn’t want his tender gentleness now, she wanted him inside her, pounding until she exploded, until this desperate, almost unbearable tension left her. So she rose up on her knees and sank down over him—

  “Abby, Jesus. Wait—”

  Not stopping until he was fully seated within her.

  17

  BURIED DEEP INSIDE ABBY, the woman of his dreams, Hawk gripped her hips and tried to keep a grip on himself as well.

  She hadn’t removed any of her clothing except the absolute essentials to get him inside her. She’d barely let him touch her, and certainly hadn’t let him put his mouth on her, which he was absolutely dying to do.

  Nope, she just wanted to get to the big bang, and you know what? He was going to let her. He was going to let her do whatever she damn well wanted to do to get off, and then, when she was soft and sated and damp and dewy, he had plans, big ones. He’d lay her back, strip her out of those clothes she was using as armor, tasting every inch he exposed, making her forget every nightmare she’d had over the past year, everything but this.

  Him.

  Even his thoughts were making him hot, and he pushed up deep inside her, and, oh, God, yeah, his groan co-mingled with hers, a sound that was music to his ears. She was right there with him. Not lost in unhappy memories, but here, with him. To keep her so, he slid his hands forward on her thighs, urging her up again, guiding her nearly off him before letting go so that she sank back down, panting in a matching rhythm that shot right through him.