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“Answer me!” he demands, slipping his finger into the waistband and tugging my panties down my thighs before rubbing his finger against my naked arousal. “Should we chalk all this up to exhaustion and forget it ever happened? You are practically dripping, angel, but I can stop—”
“No!” My cheeks flush deeply at how strongly that word slips out. “Please! Please don’t stop.”
“If someone else touches you, I expect you to push them off you with everything you have. Knee them in the balls if that’s what it takes, you hear me?”
“Yes!” I cry out, desperate for more.
This is insane. I am helpless at this man’s touch. Perhaps Hawk isn’t the best person to teach me self-defense. I can’t fight the guy off when I am desperate for his touch, now can I?
“I’ll teach you how to fight tomorrow,” he says, as if reading my mind. “Tonight, let me teach you something new.”
A shiver racks my body at his words, and I can’t mask the eagerness in my voice when I speak. “What are you going to teach me?”
“How to make your body sing,” he whispers into my hair. “Think of it as a bonus lesson.”
“How generous of you,” I say with a chuckle that quickly morphs into a moan when he brushes his finger against a sensitive nerve. “Hawk—”
“Class starts now. Follow me.”
Hawk pushes away from me, and I turn around to face him. My cheeks are heated as I pull my panties up, and a part of me knows that I should stop this madness. I should turn around and leave, come back when I am not riding high on these strange emotions, but for the life of me, I can’t make myself turn away from him.
Hawk silently watches me as I make my decision, but there is nothing to think about, and when he extends his hand for me to take, I slip mine into his without hesitation.
It seems I am going to learn something tonight after all.
Chapter Four
Hawk
It should feel odd having company in my house.
I have not entertained anyone here since I bought my home five years ago. Between running my bar and the nights I spend fighting in the cage, I don’t have much time for friends or lovers. Not that I’ve ever been interested in a woman long enough that I would consider bringing her to my house in the first place. I’ve spent most of my life alone, and I figured I would spend the rest of it the same way, but all that came to an end the day I first saw Kirsten.
I had just left the bar, headed for a night in the cage, when this angel walked past me, and for a second, I thought I’d imagined her. She was a bright light with blond hair flowing down her back as she rushed past the foot traffic. Her light was enough to chase away the dark cloud looming over me, and like a moth to a flame, I turned around and followed her. I was shocked to see her walk into my own bar. I followed her in and quickly learned that my manager, Johnny, had hired her on as waitress.
From that night on, I’ve posed as a bouncer, not willing to let Kirsten know I’m actually her boss and possibly intimidate her. I’ve seen her sneak glances at me every night, I can’t risk losing her attention. Johnny was confused when I told him I was the boss’s new hire, working the same schedule as Kirsten. But he couldn’t say anything, not with an email from the owner—me— confirming my story. The only other person who knows who I am is my cousin, Sara, and considering all the smirks she’s been aiming my way lately, she knows exactly what has caused my change in routine.
I meant to keep a distance, admire her from the sidelines, but in an unexpected twist of fate—and some meddling by my cousin—my little angel found her way to me, and now she’s here . . . in my home!
“So, uhm, how did you end up with the name Hawk? It’s a pretty unique name,” she comments, her voice shaky as she follows me to my room.
“My eyes,” I say, pushing open my bedroom door. She’s nervous, I can hear it in her voice and feel it in the tremble of her hand.
“I can see why. Your eyes are as sharp as . . . Oh!” She gasps when I slam my bedroom door behind us and push her against it. My dick is stiff, so fucking hard, it threatens to pop my fly, and her bright, innocent eyes are not exactly helping my control.
I slide my fingers up her thighs and twist them around her panties, yanking them down her thighs before tearing them off her completely. She whimpers softly, and the sound almost has me blowing in my jeans.
“I move fast too, like a Hawk. I’ve been told my opponents don’t see my fists coming.”
“They don’t . . . Oh, Hawk!” she cries out when I lean in and brush my lips against her jaw, kissing a path down her neck as I rub my middle finger over her drenched sex. She’s trembling, eagerly leaning into my touch.
“You are wet, baby,” I breathe, circling my finger against her entrance. “Did it turn you on, watching me fight that man in the cage?”
She whimpers, running her hands over my shoulders as she presses into me, and fucking hell, she feels amazing. Her soft body is a direct contrast to my hard muscles, and I could spend an eternity this way, buried in her soft feminine scent.
I have never reacted this way to any woman in my life. No one has ever made me want to drop to my knees and worship the very ground she walks on. Hell, I haven’t been this obsessed with anyone the way I am with her. From the moment I saw her, I knew she had to be mine.
Mine!
