Sinful Rewards 6 by Cynthia Sax

Author:Cynthia Sax
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins

Chapter Six

“YOU’RE A HOT mess, sweetheart.” Hawke’s voice invades my dreamless sleep. I frown, refusing to open my eyes, holding tightly to the night.

He chuckles and rough fingers glide over my thighs, spreading them wider. “You’re not meant to sleep with this inside you.” He tugs on the dildo.

My body clings to the glass and I whimper. “Hurts.”

“Your new toy is stuck.” Calloused fingertips touch my clit and I jerk, surprised by the contact. “Relax, love,” he murmurs. “I have to touch you to loosen it.” He circles my sensitive nerves, drawing moisture from deep inside me, and I writhe, moaning, his touch knowing, right, perfect. “You like having something inside you, don’t you?” Stubble grazes my shoulder, the burn delightful. Hot lips press against my skin.

“Not alone,” I mumble. I don’t feel alone. There’s a connection to something, someone.

“Yes, you’re not alone,” Hawke mouths against me. “Soon, you’ll sleep with me inside you.” He slips the dildo out of my pussy and I frown, missing the fullness.

“Come inside me now.” I raise my hips, offering him all of me.

“I’ll come inside you when you’re awake and sober.” He kisses my closed eyelids. His enticing warmth disappears and I grumble under my breath, the cool air increasing my discontentment. Water runs.

The damn man isn’t bringing his body heat back. I open my eyes and then immediately close them, the room blindingly bright. Fumbling for his T-shirt, I struggle to don it, the garment not cooperating.

“Let me help you with my shirt.” Hawke’s voice lilts with amusement.

“It’s ugly.” I scowl, my inner bitch needing her rest.

He finally tugs it over my head. “I’m a man.” Hawke pulls my arms through the holes. “My clothes are supposed to be ugly.” He runs his hands over my sides, his touch tightening my nipples. “Though my shirt looks pretty on you.”

He lies down, the mattress dipping beside me, and he draws me into his massive form, pressing me against his bare chest. His cock is hard, brushing against my thigh. He’s naked and I’m too sleepy to take advantage of his state. My discontentment deepens. I can’t please him. Perhaps I can never please him.

“I’m never having anal sex,” I blurt as I spread my fingers over smooth skin, flexed muscle, the ridges of my military man’s old battle scars, my caresses taking some of the bite out of my grumpy tone. “If you expect that, you’ll be disappointed.”

“If I expect that, I don’t know you very well.” Hawke straps his arms around me, his secure hold reassuring me. He’s here and he’s not going anywhere. “I don’t share your abhorrence of messes, love, but having spent years in the desert, humping sand, I now prefer wetter, more hospitable terrain. Your ass is safe with me.”

My shoulders lower a smidgeon. I’m safe with him. He doesn’t require anal sex, something I will never give him. “It doesn’t matter what you prefer because I’m leaving tomorrow. You’ll never see me again.”

“I’ll see you again. You can leave Chicago.

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