Feathers: A Novel by Kylie Stewart

Author:Kylie Stewart [Stewart, Kylie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-02-06T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Four

Charlotte

My heart thundered so loudly I could hear it in my ears. The rushing of blood and the heaviness of my thoughts blocked all other sounds out until Hawk kissed me, and suddenly, we were the only two people on the face of the earth who mattered.

His lips moved against mine so tenderly it made me moan. The way he held me in his large hands, hands that could break and shatter, I felt like the most precious thing in his life. Every swipe of his tongue or caress of his mouth was intentional. He left no doubt in my mind that he wanted me.

Tentatively, I slid my hands up his chest, marveling at how solid and warm he felt until I clasped them on the back of his neck. Hawk gave me the courage to be bold and explore. I opened my mouth to allow him entry, and he took it with a feral growl. The vibrations from his chest sent a shiver down my spine, and heat pooled low in my belly.

Wetness between my legs brought harsh awareness to how badly Hawk made me ache. All my sexual desires made him the star of my fantasies, both awake and dreaming. When he deepened the kiss, taking more control over me, I submitted to his will. He would lead, and I’d follow him anywhere. This version of anywhere appeared to be farther on the bed. He broke us apart, and I gasped at the fierce heat in his gaze as he laid back on the stack of pillows.

I’d never seen this version of Hawk before, and my nipples pebbled, brushing painfully against my bra. With one curl of his index finger, he beckoned me closer, and I did so, crawling on all fours until I straddled his lap. My cheeks flamed hotter than ever before as I seated myself over the steely length of his cock.

Every inch of my womanhood wanted to know what it would feel like to have that length inside me. I caught my lower lip in my teeth as his hands rested firmly on my hips. He held me still on top of him, his nostrils flaring like a wild stallion. Hawk might have said he wanted to go slow, but I had a feeling that going too slow would torture us both.

“Can I touch you?” His question caught me off guard.

“You are touching me.” I arched an eyebrow at him until I understood more clearly. “Oh.”

“Here.” Hawk sat up, pulling his long tee over his head, exposing his sculpted body to me. “You can touch me first.” He lay back down, resting his hands behind his head, leaving himself at my mercy.

I’d seen Hawk without his shirt before, but that’d been years ago while he still lived here. He’d always been fit and had lean muscle carved flawlessly into his golden skin, but he’d grown since then and filled out like an Adonis.

He wanted me to touch him.

Our gazes met, and he all but begged me.

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