Page 6 of Hawk on the Hunt

“Baby,” he murmured. “I’m still on the run. I can’t offer you what you want—”

Zara put her hand on his cheek. “You are what I want.” She slid one hand onto his butt and yanked him to her.

Instantly, his cock hardened, and he knew there was no going back now. “Fuck it!”

Dylan captured her mouth, and kissed her. Zara parted her lips and tilted her head to give him better access, and he took full advantage of it, delving into her mouth to explore her. She tasted of everything he’d missed about her: her passion, her tenderness, the openness with which she’d always greeted him. He’d been a fool to go without this for so long. Without Zara in his arms, in his bed. He would make up for it now and worry about the consequences later.

Zara kissed him with an abandon that told him without words that she too had missed him, and that her feelings hadn’t changed. Everything about her was so familiar, yet equally new and exciting. Soft moans and sighs issued from her throat, and the sounds made him even harder. He’d always loved the way Zara responded to his kisses. And the way he responded to hers.

With every stroke of her tongue against his, his body heated, and more blood rushed to his cock, making him harder than a crowbar, and just about as randy as a sailor on shore leave. Needing to feel more of her, he found the zipper of her dress and pulled it down, so he could slide one hand underneath it. Something akin to an electrical charge went through him when his fingers connected with her skin. A visible shiver ran through Zara, and she grabbed his ass even firmer.

Encouraged by her reaction, he drew back just enough so he could push the straps of her dress over her shoulders and pull the dress down to her waist. Zara drew back, severing the kiss, and like she’d done so many times before, she snatched the seams of his shirt and pulled it up. He helped her and pulled it over his head, before tossing it on the floor. With his torso bare now, he drew her back into his arms. The moment her breasts connected with his chest, Dylan put his hand under her chin, making her look into his eyes.

“Zara…” He didn’t know what he wanted to say. But he wanted to capture this moment, because it was like the first time all over again. “I was a fool to leave you behind.”

“Then make it up to me now.”

Zara offered her lips again, and he took them and kissed her deeply, while he began to reacquaint himself with her body. Her breasts were just as firm as four years ago, her nipples just as responsive as they turned into hard little buds. He caressed them the way she liked it, teasing moans and sighs out of her body.

Zara wasn’t idle either. She stroked over his back, before she slid her hands into his pants, gripping his ass firmly.

Fuck! If she continued like this, he would come in his pants like a green kid. He couldn’t allow that. He needed to be inside her when that happened.

Dylan ripped his lips from hers, breathing hard. “Bedroom, now.”

Zara motioned to a door behind him, while she opened the button of his pants and lowered the zipper. He had no choice but to rid himself of his shoes and pants here, if he didn’t want to waddle like a penguin and trip over his own feet. When he was down to his boxer briefs, Zara had taken off her dress completely and now stood in front of him in only a tiny pair of pink panties. Sexy as hell, and innocent like a delicate flower.

He pulled her into his arms, and walked to the bedroom with her. She was still as light as she’d always been, and weighed practically nothing. When he’d first met her five years earlier, his protector instinct had reared its head, and he’d never been able to shake it off. A woman so petite, so beautiful, and so loving had to be protected at all cost. He’d fallen harder than he’d ever thought was possible. Zara was highly intelligent and independent, witty and caring, and the more he’d gotten to know her, the more he’d wondered why he’d been so lucky to win her love.

Dylan placed her on the bed, and stood still for a moment, just looking at her. Her blonde hair was fanned out around her head like a halo, and her flawless skin glistened. Without a word, she pushed down her panties and revealed her pussy to him. His heart beating like a jackhammer now, he took off his boxer briefs and freed his rampant cock before it could tear the fabric.

Zara’s eyes almost sparkled when she dropped her gaze to his erection. The admiration in her look didn’t escape him. He’d always loved that about her: she was like an open book, never hiding her true emotions, never playing games with him.

Unable to wait any longer, Dylan joined her on the bed and rolled over her. Zara spread her thighs and wrapped them around his legs just below his butt, indicating that she too couldn’t wait to make love. There would be no foreplay, no delay, because they both needed this.

Dylan adjusted himself, and thrust into her pussy. Wet heat greeted him, making his descent smooth. Despite her juices, she was tight and gripped him like a vise. He’d never felt anything as intense as being inside her now, imprisoned by her strong muscles. If he died now, he would die a happy man.

“Oh, Dylan,” she murmured on a raspy breath.

He looked into her eyes and read everything she didn’t express with words. He saw the love there, the love they’d shared before he’d left. How had he been able to stay away from her for so long? How had he gone without her love for so long? It bordered on a miracle.

“I love you, Zara. I’ve always loved you.”

Dylan didn’t give her a chance to reply. Instead, he took her lips and kissed her, while he began to thrust in and out of her drenched pussy, finding his rhythm by reminding himself of how Zara liked to be loved. She was pliable in his arms and had always been an active partner in their lovemaking, touching him, caressing him, and expressing her joy, while asking for what she needed. Her moans and sighs, and the way she moved, guided him, helping him find the right rhythm and tempo, the right angle and position so his pubic bone rubbed over her clit with every thrust.

Their lovemaking had always been passionate, but tonight, there was more to it. It wasn’t just passion that he felt, but what she gave him by welcoming him like this, finally stilled the longing he’d had for her ever since the day he’d left. The way their bodies moved in perfect harmony filled his heart with joy and his cock with even more blood. And while he’d made love to Zara hundreds of times in the past, tonight felt utterly new and tantalizing. He didn’t want it to stop, so he held on to his control, and urged himself to concentrate on her pleasure, not his own. He slowed his thrusts, then rolled on his back, taking Zara with him, so she straddled him.

Zara released his lips on a gasp. Her mouth looked red and her hair was tangled; perspiration covered her face, and her skin had a rosy sheen to it. She looked like a woman thoroughly loved.

“Ride me, baby,” he demanded.

Impaled on his cock, Zara moved up and down on him, her perfectly proportioned breasts bouncing up and down with every move, while her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, and one lock caught on her hard nipple. She leaned over him, offering her breasts to him. He cupped them and squeezed them, before he sucked one nipple into his mouth and licked it, then did the same with the other nipple.

He massaged her firm flesh, and reveled in Zara’s sounds of pleasure. Knowing what she needed now, he let go of one breast, and dipped his hand to the spot where their bodies were joined. Like he’d done so many times in the past, he found her clit and caressed it. Instantly, he felt Zara’s movements change. Her tempo increased, and her rhythm changed, showing him how she wanted to be touched. He had no problem following her lead, even though it meant tightening the leash on himself, so he wouldn’t climax before her. With every ounce of his willpower, he held onto his self-control, and painted tight circles around her clit, increasing the pressure and speed.

A gasp that burst over Zara’s lips announced the arrival of her orgasm, and he let go of his control. When her pussy clenched around his cock in quick succession, he climaxed and shot his semen into her.

Zara collapsed on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her, and brushed her hair back from her face to find her lips and kiss her.