Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Am I ready for this?
Does it truly matter?
Because I want it.
I want it with this man. Because in a way, this will be my first time. And I want it to be with Hawk Bellamy.
Just as I think we’re about to cross that line, Hawk pulls back from me, his breath heavy and ragged.
“Daniela…” He casts me a tentative look. “If we’re going to do this… I want you to be entirely sure. I don’t want you to have any second thoughts.”
“I’m sure,” I tell him, my voice barely above a whisper.
He searches my face for a moment.
Is he looking for hesitation? Apprehension? Because there isn’t any.
With a nod, he stands and holds out his hand to me. I take it and let him pull me up from the couch and lead the way upstairs. Right as we reach the landing, his cell phone vibrates again.
“Are you sure you don’t want to get that?” I ask. “Whoever is trying to reach you is certainly being persistent.”
He shakes his head, grinning. “It’s probably just spam, honey. Once these companies realize they’ve gotten a Bellamy number, they’re relentless.” He squeezes my hand and leads me up the final step of his staircase and into his bedroom.
His master bedroom is vast and luxurious, the large bed at its center looking all too inviting. He turns to me and gently cups both my cheeks. His kiss is soft yet passionate, each brush of his lips assuring me of his desire.
Slowly, Hawk unzips my dress and lets it pool at my feet. He steps back to admire me, his gaze taking in every inch of my body. I shiver under his scrutiny, but not from the chill of the air conditioning. The way he’s looking at me, as though I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, sends my nerves skittering.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, stepping closer to pull me into his arms again.
He glides his hands over me, tracing the curve of my waist and the swell of my hips. With each touch, he ignites a fire I’ve never felt before. It’s a desire born not out of obligation or fear, but out of genuine want.
He guides me toward the bed and gently lays me down. He undresses himself, revealing a sculpted body honed by years of ranch work. Perfect pectorals, bulging biceps, and an ass you could bounce a quarter off of. He joins me on the bed, pressing his body against mine. His skin is warm and inviting as it makes contact with mine.
And his cock.
It’s huge.
It’s hard.
And it doesn’t frighten me.
“Hawk,” I whisper, digging my fingers into his gorgeous biceps.
“Yes, Daniela?” He leans over me, his blue eyes piercing into mine.
“I want you.” I voice the words with as much certainty as I feel.
His lips curl up and he strokes my cheek. “I want you too, Daniela.”
He kisses my forehead, my cheeks, trailing slow kisses down my neck and across my collarbone. His lips find mine again in another fiery kiss that leaves me breathless. I could get lost in this man, in his soft kisses and warm embrace.
His touch is firm but gentle as he explores me.
He stops to concentrate on my breasts.
The sensation is electrifying. I arch my back, pressing against him. He takes the hint, his mouth replacing his fingers. He swirls his tongue around my hardened nipple, sending waves of pleasure through me.
“Oh, Hawk,” I whimper.
He continues to lavish attention on my breasts while he drifts lower with one hand. He traces a path down the center of my stomach, making me shudder.
He stops at the edge of my underwear, looking up at me for approval.
I nod.
Slowly, he removes my underwear, his gaze never leaving mine.
He spreads my legs, touches me.
There.
“Hawk,” I gasp out, clutching at his broad shoulders.
This is nothing like the violating touches of the men in my past. This is different. This is Hawk. A man who cares only about my pleasure, not his.
Slowly, he makes his way down my body, planting soft kisses over my stomach and hips. He looks up at me with a reassuring smile, his eyes asking for my consent.
I nod.
His touch is delicate but confident. It’s clear he’s done this before, but not like those men who used me. Hawk is different. Every movement of his is for my enjoyment just as much as his own.
I gasp at the sensation, gripping onto the sheets beneath us. His touch sets my whole body aflame as he navigates his way around me expertly.
“Hawk,” I breathe out in a moan, arching into his touch. He looks up at me once more, his eyes full of desire and admiration.
“You okay?” he asks in a husky whisper.
“More than okay.”
Each movement is thoughtful, every kiss and touch designed to elicit pleasure. He slides his fingers between my legs, following with his tongue.