and I turned to look down at him. I still couldn’t believe that he had kissed me last night—well, this morning. Whatever. The kiss had rocked my world. Shifting, because just thinking about that kiss made my panties damp, I quickly climbed out of bed and hurried through a shower.
When I came out, wrapped in my robe because I’d forgotten clean clothes, it was to find Hawk still sleeping. The covers had shifted off him and were now barely covering his waist. One hand was slung over his head, the other resting just inches from the waistband of his boxers. His chest was bare—he rarely slept with a shirt on, so I was able to eat up the sight of his hard chest and sculpted abdomen. He had just a hint of blond hair covering his chest, and a small trail of it went from his navel and down.
What was it about that kiss that made me want to climb back into bed with him and spend the morning just making out with him? Normally I would have been able to mostly ignore him and get ready without being tempted to attack his mouth—and other parts of his sinfully delicious body. Sighing, I forced myself to look away from him.
I grabbed the first things I saw hanging in the closet other than Hawk’s clothes: jeans and a simple, white button-up shirt that I could easily change out of when I got to Aggie’s later that evening. I dressed in the bathroom and then sat down on the edge of the bed to pull on a pair of running shoes. Simple tennis shoes had not been all that comfortable the day before, so I was going for the arch support of my running shoes today.
Even though I was leaving my hair down, I still grabbed a ponytail holder for my waitressing shift. I was ready, but I still had to wake Hawk as I’d promised him I would a few hours before. Biting my lip, which was still sore, I reached out and laid a hand against his scruffy jaw.
He rubbed his face against my hand before lifting his hand to cover mine. His eyes barely opened as he turned his face and kissed my palm. “You leaving?”
“Y-yeah,” I murmured, wondering if I was going to have to change my panties before I left or not. That simple, innocent kiss to my hand had my body all kinds of stirred up. Damn, one kiss and I’d turned into some raging nymphomaniac ready to jump him at the slightest touch of his skin against my own.
His lips lifted in a smile against my open hand. “I’ll bring you some lunch.” He kissed my hand again and I wasn’t quick enough to close my mouth before a small moan broke free. His tongue circled my palm twice before he finally released me. “Drive safely, baby.”
I wasn’t sure how I was going to do that when my mind was still stuck on the way his tongue had made my body heat raise from normal to white hot in a matter of seconds. But I gave him a smile, murmured a “see you then” and went dazedly off to work.
Somehow I found my way to Jack’s garage. Raven had given me directions the night before so I knew where I was going. I’d been expecting a small garage and lots of grease everywhere. What I found was a classy bike shop where he sold parts, with a five-car garage in the back where there were already men working on a range of different automobiles. I saw what looked like a classic Harley Davidson in one bay, a simple mom van in another, and even a muscle car in yet another bay.
I parked the Chevelle and got out only to notice that I’d caught the attention of Jack’s mechanics. Five men were watching me from the garage as I shut the door of Hawk’s car and tossed my keys into my purse. I took them all in for a moment. One was an older man with hair grayer than Jack’s, but the others varied in ages from early twenties to mid forties. I didn’t look long enough to see if they were attractive, as I didn’t care if they were or not.
A door that seemed to connect the bike shop to the garage opened and Jack walked out, a grin on his face. “Morning, sweetheart. Glad to see you decided to take me up on my
When I came out, wrapped in my robe because I’d forgotten clean clothes, it was to find Hawk still sleeping. The covers had shifted off him and were now barely covering his waist. One hand was slung over his head, the other resting just inches from the waistband of his boxers. His chest was bare—he rarely slept with a shirt on, so I was able to eat up the sight of his hard chest and sculpted abdomen. He had just a hint of blond hair covering his chest, and a small trail of it went from his navel and down.
What was it about that kiss that made me want to climb back into bed with him and spend the morning just making out with him? Normally I would have been able to mostly ignore him and get ready without being tempted to attack his mouth—and other parts of his sinfully delicious body. Sighing, I forced myself to look away from him.
I grabbed the first things I saw hanging in the closet other than Hawk’s clothes: jeans and a simple, white button-up shirt that I could easily change out of when I got to Aggie’s later that evening. I dressed in the bathroom and then sat down on the edge of the bed to pull on a pair of running shoes. Simple tennis shoes had not been all that comfortable the day before, so I was going for the arch support of my running shoes today.
Even though I was leaving my hair down, I still grabbed a ponytail holder for my waitressing shift. I was ready, but I still had to wake Hawk as I’d promised him I would a few hours before. Biting my lip, which was still sore, I reached out and laid a hand against his scruffy jaw.
He rubbed his face against my hand before lifting his hand to cover mine. His eyes barely opened as he turned his face and kissed my palm. “You leaving?”
“Y-yeah,” I murmured, wondering if I was going to have to change my panties before I left or not. That simple, innocent kiss to my hand had my body all kinds of stirred up. Damn, one kiss and I’d turned into some raging nymphomaniac ready to jump him at the slightest touch of his skin against my own.
His lips lifted in a smile against my open hand. “I’ll bring you some lunch.” He kissed my hand again and I wasn’t quick enough to close my mouth before a small moan broke free. His tongue circled my palm twice before he finally released me. “Drive safely, baby.”
I wasn’t sure how I was going to do that when my mind was still stuck on the way his tongue had made my body heat raise from normal to white hot in a matter of seconds. But I gave him a smile, murmured a “see you then” and went dazedly off to work.
Somehow I found my way to Jack’s garage. Raven had given me directions the night before so I knew where I was going. I’d been expecting a small garage and lots of grease everywhere. What I found was a classy bike shop where he sold parts, with a five-car garage in the back where there were already men working on a range of different automobiles. I saw what looked like a classic Harley Davidson in one bay, a simple mom van in another, and even a muscle car in yet another bay.
I parked the Chevelle and got out only to notice that I’d caught the attention of Jack’s mechanics. Five men were watching me from the garage as I shut the door of Hawk’s car and tossed my keys into my purse. I took them all in for a moment. One was an older man with hair grayer than Jack’s, but the others varied in ages from early twenties to mid forties. I didn’t look long enough to see if they were attractive, as I didn’t care if they were or not.
A door that seemed to connect the bike shop to the garage opened and Jack walked out, a grin on his face. “Morning, sweetheart. Glad to see you decided to take me up on my
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