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“It’s him, isn’t it?”
I stare up at Hawk with undiluted shock, what just happened slowly sinking in. My cheeks flare up in mortification from all the eyes that are no doubt trained on me, but I don’t know what to say . . . or do.
“What the hell, man?” Johhny yells from the floor, glaring at Hawk, but I can read the fear in his eyes. Even he is terrified of him, but Hawk ignores him, turning to me instead.
“Kirsten, this is the guy, isn’t it?” he says, pointing at the man on the floor, and I know what he is asking me, but I can’t move to confirm or deny his statement. It’s not until Hawk starts for Johnny that I grab his arm and stop him before he can reach the other man.
“W-wait, Hawk! Stop!”
“Then tell me if this is the man whose teeth I need to knock out.”
Yeah, that’s not happening.
“Let’s talk outside.” I grab hold of my beast’s arm and drag him toward the exit, which is laughable in itself. More like, he lets me drag him away from the scene to someplace we can talk privately.
Far away from the curious crowd.
Hawk waits until we are in the parking lot and next to his car before he grabs my shoulders, his dark eyes trained on me. “Answer me, Kirsten. That’s him, right?” he demands through clenched teeth.
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play stupid, angel,” he growls. “I saw your face when he approached you and how terrified of him you looked. I saw him grab your fucking ass!”
“Look, uhm…”
“I fucking hated seeing that look on your face and his hands on you,” he grinds out so ferociously, it should send me running to safety, but all it does is make my sex clench with need. He looks so hot when he’s mad. “I never want to see that look on your face ever again. Not when you have me!”
“Do I though?” I whisper, looking down and shuffling my feet. “I mean . . . do I have you?”
“You mean, you don’t already know? Didn’t this past weekend mean something to you?”
“Of course, it did! But you never called or texted, so I thought . . .”
I gasp when he grips my nape and tilts my head so I have no choice but to look into his eyes. “Is that what you need to trust my affection? Me to call and text you all day long?”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Typically, that is what people do when they are dating!”
Oops. My cheeks flare up at the slip-up. We didn’t put a label on whatever it is we are doing, but he doesn’t correct my assumptions. Instead, the corner of his mouth tips up in a smirk.
“It seems I have upset you,” he says, slipping his hand into my hair and gripping it tight. “I should have called, I’m sorry. I wouldn’t know what people do when they are dating because I have never dated anyone before.”
Oh, I shouldn’t like that.
“Well . . . uhm, it’s something people do when they are dating. They call to check on each other, and since I gave you my number . . . I thought maybe you’d call.” My voice is small and sounds a whole lot needy and a little pathetic to my own ears.
Get a grip, Kirsten!
“Then let me make it up to you,” he says, backing me into his car. My eyes widen when he rubs his hands over my tits, squeezing my breasts through my uniform.
“Hawk,” I whisper, panicked. “We can’t do this here! Someone could walk by and see us!”
“I don’t care,” he growls a second before his mouth slams down on mine. I moan into the kiss, trying and failing to grasp onto my sanity. He kisses me so hard that he fries my brain cells, and I can’t think past the taste of his lips and the press of his hard body against mine.
“Daddy, we can’t,” I whisper, but I am kissing him back, leaning into his touch as he fondles my nipples. I growl in frustration. It’s not enough; the fabric of my blouse and bra obscure his touch. I need more, but it’s late and getting dark, and someone could walk out of the bar and see us.
“Let me apologize, angel,” he says hoarsely. “I’ll be quick.”
I should fight him a little harder on this, but how can I when he kisses me the way he does? I tip my head back when his teeth graze my neck, biting back a whimper from the heat that rocks my sex.
