Page 26 of Hawk and the Cougar

Chapter Seven

Liz didn’t resist as Hawk pulled her closer. His lips touched hers, and fire exploded between her legs. A moan slipped from her. He grasped her hips and lifted her onto his body. Her curves molded to his sharper contours, especially the rock-hard erection that dug into her abdomen.

Her head whirled. She told herself to stop, but the command evaporated with the feel of his fingers pressing into her butt and the undulation of his cock against her mound. Desire streaked through her like a runaway train—headed for a cliff. He might have been an honorable man who wouldn’t let their relationship affect Emma, but he was still twelve years younger than her. She was going to crash and burn in a blaze that left nothing but ash in its wake. Liz broke the kiss and dropped her head onto his neck.

“I’ve wanted to do that all day,” he said. “And this.” He rolled, and she found herself pinned beneath him.

Air rushed from her lungs, and she gasped at the steely weight that bore down on her. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. She wanted to run away and stay at the same time. She grasped his shoulders in an effort to stop the spin that threatened to toss her stomach into her throat. He covered her breast with a warm palm. She shivered. He kissed her.

His tongue flicked against her mouth. Liz opened, and he drove his tongue inside, sliding along hers in languid strokes that heated her core to the boiling point. She envisioned yanking open the front of his jeans and seizing the raging cock that pressed into her belly. She wanted to touch him. All of him. He slid kisses across her cheek to her ear. Warm breath tickled the sensitive lobe.

“I want to fuck you hard and fast,” he growled. “I’m going to make you come so hard your eyes roll back in your head.” He bit down on her lobe and nibbled.

Liz drew in a sharp breath. Hawk slid off her and began unbuttoning her coveralls. Panic rushed to the surface. The full moon acted like a bright streetlamp. He was about to see her—all of her—and she was not at her best. What would be her best? What would be good enough for a Native American warrior?

“I—I’ve been working in the dirt all day.” The words sounded stupid. He’d got the buttons undone clear to her waist. “I’m a mess,” she insisted.

He spread the coveralls. Cool air wafted over the rise of breasts not covered by the black lace of her bra.

“The most beautiful mess I’ve ever seen,” he murmured.

Her heart pounded as he slipped aside the bra cup and the nipple pebbled under his intense scrutiny. Hawk lifted her shoulder, eased back the coveralls, then did the same for the other shoulder. He tugged the sleeves free of her arms and dragged the coveralls downward. Liz lifted her hips, allowing the fabric to slip free, and tried to still the tremble that threatened to become a seismic disaster.

His head dipped and warm lips closed around her areola. Pleasure strung taut between nipple and pussy. He cupped her mound with his palm. Liz whimpered. She wanted him inside her. Now. Needed to feel his shaft fill her balls-deep, stroke her, push her to the mind-bending orgasm he’d promised. His finger slipped between the thong and her flesh. Her clit tightened in anticipation. She pulsed against the long digit. Tiny licks of pleasure stretched out from her core.

“Hawk,” she breathed.

He pressed close to her side, and she became aware of the heavy jeans that separated his cock from her naked thigh. With trembling fingers, she reached between them and grasped the top jeans’ button. The sucking on her breast stilled. She froze.

“Don’t stop,” he murmured against her breast.

Liz shifted her gaze to the sliver of moonlight that fell across the space between them and worked free the buttons. She shoved the shirt tail up and out of the way, then pulled back the front of his jeans. A large bulge pressed against white boxer briefs. Her mouth went dry. It had been three years since she’d had a man, and forever since she’d had a man like Hawk. She grasped the waistband and gingerly pulled the fabric past his shaft.

His long, thick cock sprang free, aimed directly at her abdomen. Heart pounding, Liz wrapped a hand around the girth. He pulsed between her fingers. Excitement swelled on a rising tide through her. He felt so good, so hard…so male. It had been too long since she’d touched a man. Just as it had been too long since she’d tasted one. What would he do if she took him in her mouth?

Before she could talk herself out of it, Liz shoved him onto his back. She brought her face to his rod, and he remained motionless as she grasped the root and ran her tongue around the tip.

A growl reverberated from his chest, and he tunneled his fingers into her hair. Liz quelled the nervous tightening in her stomach and took him into her mouth. He thrust inside, slowly, gently, letting her set the rhythm. She resisted the urge to close her eyes and watched his length disappear inside her mouth, then reappear as she pulled back. She hollowed her cheeks, caressing the velvet steel while sucking hard on the upstroke.

His fingers tightened in her hair. “Liz.”

The word came out a hoarse groan, and she was startled at the realization that she was driving him over the edge—and with little effort. She increased her rhythm. To her shock, his cock hardened further. She breathed deep, reveling in the male scent, the feel of his engorged staff filling her mouth. He’d said he would make her come so hard she saw stars. She wanted to make him come so hard he wouldn’t soon forget this night, or Liz Williams. She sucked more of his length, swirling her tongue around the root.

He abruptly seized her shoulders, and she found herself on her back, him over her. He kissed her—long, hard, and demanding—then broke away and shucked his shirt, jeans, and boots. He pulled something from the back pocket of his jeans. She heard the quiet tear of paper, then he reached toward his erection, and she realized it had been a condom he’d pulled from his pocket and he was fitting it to his cock.

Suddenly, Liz felt like a fool. “Do you carry condoms around in your pocket?”

His head jerked in her direction. A heartbeat of silence passed before he said “About six months ago, I was involved with a woman. Our schedules didn’t mesh, and I didn’t like not being prepared. When you showed up here today, I prayed to every Native American god I know I still had one in the glove box.” She heard the sheepish note in his voice. “I could have gotten creative, but I want to be inside you so badly it hurts.”

In the next second, he was over her again, kissing her with a passion that had her head spinning. His weight crushed her breasts with exquisite discomfort, marbling her nipples against his smooth flesh.

“Do you want me as badly as I want you?” he murmured against her lips.

Her clit throbbed with a need unlike any she’d ever experienced. Her fantasies during those hours of digging were dim versions of the reality. Yes, she wanted him. Liz answered by shoving a hand between them and grasping his erection.

Hawk pushed onto his elbows and allowed her to position his cock at her opening. Slowly, he eased inside so that only the tip stretched her tight channel. Then he stopped and lifted his head to meet her gaze. His features were hidden in shadows against the moon that watched from beyond the window, its darkened valleys eyes that stared like a lewd voyeur. He lowered his weight onto her, cupped her face, and kissed her with a gentleness that nearly brought tears. He eased deeper. Pleasure trickled through her at the feel of the invasion. She gripped his shoulders.

He stilled. “You all right?”

She slid a hand up and threaded her fingers through the hair at his nape. “Don’t stop.”

He gave a gravelly laugh and surged hilt deep. She cried out and dug her fingers into his flesh. He eased out, then in again. She lifted her legs, bracing her feet on the car floor, and raised her hips to meet his slow thrusts. Hawk trailed hot licks down her neck. Sizzles skittered across her flesh. She shivered, her fingers tightening in his hair.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” He thrust hard.

She gasped at the pleasure that rocketed through her.

“You like that?” he asked.

Liz pulled his mouth to hers. He increased the speed of his thrusts. She wrapped her legs around his waist. A tickle began in her core. Her heart jumped into warp speed. Harder, deeper, he drove into her. Emotion tightened her chest. His pubic bone bumped her pleasure point. Pleasure ripped through her. She angled her hips for more direct contact. He drove deeper, harder. His head rammed into her cervix. Her clit tightened, and she cried out in her release.

“Fuck,” Hawk muttered.

His arms slid beneath her, crushing her as he pounded into her. She couldn’t think. A second orgasm crashed over her. Her channel walls tightened around his cock. His hoarse groan pierced the desire that blanketed her brain. He pumped faster, his breath coming in labored gasps in her ear until he threw his head back, muscles straining with his climax. Liz arched into him, and he growled, thrust deep twice more, then collapsed on top of her, heart thundering so hard she felt the powerful beat against her breast.

Hawk slid to her side and hugged her close. “Give me five minutes, sweetheart, and we’ll do that again.”