Page 14 of Hawk and the Cougar

Chapter Four

They reached the parked cars, and Hawk feared Liz would bolt. He cupped her elbow and was sure he felt the same tremor he’d detected a moment ago when he touched her. Last night’s escapade had left her skittish, but he was betting the age difference was what had her worried now. He would dispel that fear soon enough.

“I’m really not sure about working on your dig,” she said.

The tremble in her body had reached her voice, and he wanted like hell to bury himself in her, balls deep, and kiss her until that tremble turned into a shudder that rocked her body with orgasm.

“We could use the help,” he said.

They reached his truck. Hawk stopped at the passenger side and opened the door. He glanced in the direction of the dig. From this position, they were completely out of sight of everyone. He maneuvered her between him and the door. Liz snapped her head up to meet his gaze.

“I should have an extra pair of coveralls.” He leaned past her to the passenger side floorboard, and she pressed back against the edge of the seat. He grabbed the duffel from the floor, then paused and looked at her.

She stared, clearly uncertain of what his advance meant. He would have thought she had men crawling all over her. Surely, she couldn’t misread his desire. Desire? Hell, this was all-out lust. He hadn’t forgotten the feel of her lush body against his last night when he’d kissed her. The jolt of desire had startled him, and he’d been as close as he’d ever come to asking a woman he believed was working the wrong side of a deal to allow him to fuck her. But she wasn’t with Vance Reid, so, when she did finally allowed him in her into bed, he wouldn’t feel guilty about taking his time making her come again and again, then doing the same thing as often as she’d let him.

Hawk released the duffel, straightened, and traced a line down her cheek where a lock of hair moved the the whisper of breeze. “You’re quite beautiful.”

Her mouth parted in surprise, and the uncertainty in her gaze deepened. Hawk’s grandfather swore Hawk had the supernatural sense that ran among the men in his family. Hawk hadn’t put much stock in the old superstitions, but by the time he was fifteen he’d given up denying his uncanny ability to sense what other people felt.

Last night, when he’d mistaken her for a prostitute, that ability must have been out to lunch. Right now, however, the awareness hummed through him like a live wire that insisted Liz Williams wanted him as badly as he wanted her. The sense was also telling him she would talk herself out of her feelings for him the moment he was out of sight. He had to give her a reason not to walk away.

He leaned further into her and brushed his lips against hers. She clutched his shoulders. Heat streaked through him, hardening his cock. Hawk drew her closer, forcing back an uncharacteristic compulsion to crush her to him.

Easy, he told himself. Make sure this time she wants you.

He flicked his tongue against her lips. She opened for him in clear invitation. That was all he needed. Hawk swept his tongue inside, tasting, sucking, thrusting as he would inside her pussy, if she’d let him. He wanted to taste her, all of her.

She tentatively brushed her breasts against him, then slid a hand up the back of his neck and fisted his hair. Hawk cupped her ass and lifted her so that her mound was level with his erection. He braced her against the seat and slowly undulated his hips against her, careful to find her cleft and fit himself to the folds. Her breath caught, and he thought he would come in his jeans.

She abruptly pulled back. “Professor—”

“Hawk,” he said with a hoarse laugh.

“What?”

“My friends call me Hawk.”

“Hawkins,” she murmured, then, “Hawk, I think—”

“No thinking, Liz.”

She wiggled, and he tightened his grip on her ass.

“You don’t understand,” she said in a breathless voice that threatened to send him over the edge.

“I understand perfectly, sweetheart. You’re worried about the age difference.”

“An age difference you’re not up to speed on.”

“Not up to speed on?” he repeated.

He gave his heart a moment to slow, then lowered her feet back to the ground. When he leaned a shoulder against the door frame and crossed his arms over his chest, her gaze followed the action, then jerked back up to his face. His cock pulsed. Yeah, she wanted him.

“Fill me in on what I’m missing,” he said.

She hesitated. “I’m not forty.”

“So you said last night.”