Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
She was not going to spoil it for him. She was just not going to look down.
“You look beautiful,” Hawk said.
“Thank you.”
“And when I look at you, in that pink dress, I think about taking you into the crazy house and finding a dark spot, so I can push it up to your waist, tear your panties off, and put my mouth on your pussy.”
That was so unexpected, but whatever Hawk was trying to do, it worked. She turned to look at him, and she couldn’t help but press her thighs together as the pleasure rushed through her body.
“What?”
“You heard me.” He leaned in close so his lips were right next to her ear. “Are you wearing the silky pink pair, or the delicate lace?” he asked.
Hawk had seen a great deal of her lingerie collection. On one of the days he stayed overnight, he had actually helped her do the laundry. He had teased her about her love of sexy lingerie, but it was something he also said he approved of.
The fear that had been gripping her and squeezing at her very core vanished, and she looked over at him. It became abundantly clear to her that she could do this for Hawk. She also happened to like his teasing. It was highly erotic.
She didn’t want anyone else to hear what she was wearing, and she leaned in close so her lips were right next to his ear. “I’m wearing the lace,” she said.
He groaned. “You see, I love you in lace, because it means your flesh is peeking out, and that is just so fucking sexy.” He let out a little growl. He wrapped his arm across her shoulder and pulled her in close.
Usually, any kind of movement would set her off, but being close to Hawk calmed and excited her. His body wrapped around her, and she couldn’t help but feel safe. Even as they continued to move, going around in circles. It wasn’t the kind of ride designed to frighten. It was the kind of ride designed to go slow, so you could view the sights and really marvel at the world. At least, that was what she felt.
“When we get off here, I want you to come and find me,” Hawk said.
“Why?”
“Because I want you to completely forget your fear and just look forward to being with me.”
She already was.
Chapter Eight
Hawk stood near the edge of the high school that led out into a small woodland area. It was such an idyllic spot. He knew a lot of teenagers used it to make out.
Katie spotted him and rushed right over. Taking her hand, he walked her into the woods, making sure they had a good distance from the rest of the town and the fair. It didn’t matter how far they went, you could still hear the noise of the town, but he found a spot and pressed Katie up against the tree.
He took hold of her hands, placed them above her head, and stared into her eyes. She had the prettiest brown eyes he had ever seen. They were full of warmth and kindness. Over his years in advertising, he had looked into the eyes of many people. There had been so many who were cruel, had their own agendas, and wanted to cripple him. So many men and women who thought they could play the game better than him, but he had shown them all.
Hawk pushed all of them out of his mind, because they didn’t have a place now for him to even think. Katie was everything.
He closed the distance between them, took possession of her lips, and felt her moan, which he swallowed down.
“Fuck, do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” he asked.
“Please,” she said.
He had her hands trapped right above her head, which is where they should be. He smiled at her, and then broke the kiss, locking both her hands under one of his, as he started going toward the hem of her skirt.
“Hawk? What if ... someone comes?”
“No one is going to come, and trust me, Katie, I’m not going to let anyone see you.” She belonged to him, and he was not going to allow anyone to look at what was his. She drove him crazy with need. He didn’t want to let her go.
Once he got to the hem of her dress, he slid his hand up, slowly stroking the tips of his fingers across her thigh. She let out a moan, and then he touched the edge of the lace of her panties. Sliding a single finger beneath, he started to stroke the mound of her pussy.
“Keep your hands right there,” he said.
He moved his hand, then lifted up the skirt of her dress so he could look at her panties, and he groaned. There was no way he was going to tear them off her.