Page 26 of Hawkeye

“Boots,” I ordered, sitting on the edge of the bed.

She bent to unlace one, giving me an unobstructed view of her tits hanging forward and the dark curls between her thighs. My cock throbbed as wetness glistened along her folds, and patience became a thinner concept with every second. I caught her wrist before she reached the second boot, pulled her between my knees, and finished removing it myself.

“You’re staring,” she murmured, her voice unsteady as my hands moved slowly up the backs of her calves.

I glanced up and let her see the fierceness in my gaze when I growled, “I’m looking at what’s mine.”

Her eyes flashed gold as the words landed, and her thighs parted slightly without me telling her to move. That eager response stripped another layer from my control. I hooked one arm behind her knees, put her on her back across the bed, and followed her down before surprise finished widening her eyes.

Josie opened for me as I settled my shoulders between her thighs. I gripped her hips and pulled her toward my mouth, spreading her with my thumbs before dragging my tongue through the slick heat coating her. Her back arched, and my name tore from her on a broken cry that made my cock leak inside my pants.

“Fuck, you taste good.” I held her open and licked her again, slower this time, feeling every shudder travel through her. “Pretty everywhere. Sweet everywhere. You’ve got no fucking idea what you do to me.”

Her hands twisted in the bedding when I closed my lips around her clit. I sucked until her thighs tightened against my shoulders, then used one hand to pin her hips down when she began trying to chase my mouth. She was already soaked, her taste covering my tongue and her breathless sounds filling the room while I worked two fingers inside her.

“Calder,” she gasped, lifting her head enough to look down at me. “I don’t think—I’m very close already.”

“I know.” I curled my fingers and watched her mouth fall open. “Give it to me.”

Her eyes squeezed shut, and she bit her lower lip as though she could trap the next sound. I stopped moving immediately, keeping my fingers buried deep while her whole body strained for the pleasure I had taken away. Josie’s lashes lifted, confusion and frustration tangling across her flushed face.

“Don’t swallow another sound,” I ordered, my voice rough. “I waited five days to hear what I do to you. You’re gonna let me have every fucking one.”

“I wasn’t⁠—”

“You were.” I pressed my thumb against her clit without moving it. “Now tell me what you need.”

Her embarrassment lasted only until I flexed my fingers inside her. Josie’s hips strained against my restraining arm, and the need burning in her expression overwhelmed the shyness. “Your mouth. Please, Calder.”

“Good girl.”

I put my mouth back on her and gave her exactly what she asked for. Her cries came freely this time, rising with every stroke of my tongue while my fingers worked the place that made her thighs shake. The orgasm hit her hard enough to pull her half off the bed, but I kept her where I wanted her and licked her through every pulse until her fingers locked in my hair and she begged me to stop.

I rose over her with her taste still on my mouth and stripped off my shirt. Josie’s gaze moved to the geometric design on my right upper bicep, made from three overlapping spearheads or narrow blades inside a broken circle. Then down to the rook chess piece on my right torso. It was topped by a damaged crown and a single black wing rose behind the rook. Then, finally, across the hawk tattoo, the old scars cutting through the ink, and the narrow line of hair disappearing beneath my waistband. Her hands followed, warm fingertips tracing the muscles of my stomach while I opened my belt and pushed my jeans and boxer briefs down.

Her eyes widened when my cock sprang free. I was thick, hard, and already wet at the tip, the veins standing beneath taut skin while it curved toward my stomach. Josie’s tongue swept over her lower lip, and the unconscious movement nearly ended whatever patience I had left.

“You keep looking at me like that, baby doll, and I’m gonna forget every decent intention I had.”

“I’m not asking you to be decent.” She wrapped one tentative hand around me, her fingers barely meeting. “I want you.”

A growl tore from my chest when she stroked once from base to tip. I let her explore me for several seconds, watching fascination replace her shyness as my cock thickened harder in her grip. Then she used both hands, and the pleasure punched straight through my spine.

“Enough.” I caught her wrists and pulled them above her head with one hand. “I’m too fucking close to let you keep doing that.”

Her cheeks flushed, but the sight of her pinned beneath me only made her wetter. I could smell her arousal, taste it on my tongue, and feel her thighs opening wider as I settled between them and dragged the head of my cock through her slick folds. Before I could push inside, Josie pressed one trembling hand against my chest, though the heels digging into the backs of my thighs made it clear she wasn’t trying to stop me.

“Do you have, um…you know,” she whispered.

“Fuck no.” I tightened my grip on her hip and rubbed my cock through her wet heat again. “I’m taking you bare, baby doll.”

Her breath caught, and another rush of slickness coated the head. The raw hunger in her eyes told me the idea affected her exactly the way I wanted, but a hint of nervousness remained beneath it. She licked her swollen lower lip and studied my face as though she was trying to decide whether I had been this certain before she climbed into my car.

“You sound like you’ve thought about this.”

“I met you.” I let my mouth curve as I pressed against her entrance without pushing inside. “Not planning for this would’ve been fucking stupid.”

Her dimple appeared despite the hunger darkening her eyes. “That might be the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.”