Sinful Rewards 12 by Cynthia Sax Page A

delicious.” His tongue darts over his lips, leaving a trail of moisture. “You’d taste even better.”
    â€œYou can lick me clean after we fuck.” As I say these naughty words, freeing my inner bad girl, I run my hands over my damp panties, petting the silk. His heated gaze tracks my caresses, the ridge in his jeans pronounced. “After you’ve filled me with your hot cum.”
    His eyes flare with fierce emotion. “I have condoms.”
    â€œI don’t want there to be any barriers between us.” I reach behind me and unfasten my bra. “I want to feel every inch of you.” I roll my shoulders, discarding the sexy scraps of lace. “Your tip pressing against me.” My nipples tighten in the cool office air. “The veins in your shaft pulsing, your cum heating my pussy.”
    A strangled noise comes from deep inside Hawke’s throat.
    I shimmy out of my panties, leaving more of a mess on his office’s clean carpet. “Don’t you want that too?”
    I brazenly straddle him, perching my ass on his denim-covered knees, my body open to him. He can see everything, my bare breasts, my pink folds, my empty entrance.
    â€œI want, fuck me, do I want.” His voice is a bottomless abyss of raw need. “But there’s a possibility of—”
    I place my fingertips over his lips. “Of what? Of expanding our family? Of creating a stocky little baby boy with his daddy’s blue eyes and brown hair?” I lower my hands, splay my fingers over my flat stomach, imagining the pale skin rounded with his child. “What would you do, then?”
    â€œI’d be the happiest man on the planet.” Hawke gives me the reassurance I need, easing my lingering fears. “I’d love and protect both of you with everything I had.”
    â€œYou truly love me?” I need to hear these words again also.
    â€œI fell in love with you at first sight.” He meets my gaze, his expression solemn, sincere. “I knew you were mine. And every moment I watched you, I loved you more. By the time we finally met, I was twisted up with wanting, desperate for you.”
    I touch his square chin, his stubble-covered skin, his silver scars, struggling to absorb this revelation, knowing in my heart, it’s true. He loves me. “When you called me ‘love’ that first day—”
    â€œI meant it.” Hawke turns his head, kisses my fingertips. “You were, are, and will always be my girl, the only woman I’ll ever love.”
    â€œOh God.” This is too much. My world is spinning and I need him to ground me. I pop his button fly, freeing his hard shaft. “I need you inside me now.” I push the faded denim downward. He lifts his ass, helping me. “Show me where I belong.”
    â€œYou belong with me, Belinda.” Hawke cups my ass, holds me above him. I position him at my entrance. “If you ever doubt that, look at your name on my body.”
    He lowers me slowly. The slide is endless. The fullness is divine. I savor every delectable inch, the connection tightening between us.
    My military man feels our link too, his face reflecting awe and amazement. His fingers tremble against my back. My sensitive flesh touches his unrelenting base and we both groan, his baritone underlying my higher pitch.
    â€œYou’re a part of me, permanently.” Hawke’s eyes flash with triumph.
    â€œAnd you’re part of me.” I squeeze his shaft with my inner muscles and he jerks, his lips flattening. “We’ll never be alone again.”
    I glide my palms under his ugly black T-shirt, his skin hot against my fingers, his muscles rippling. Sex without a condom is better. I feel everything, all of him, our bodies meshing, bonding, becoming one.
    Unable to remain still, I rock, a gentle wave of movement rolling throughout my form. Hawke undulates just as leisurely under me, his gaze fixed on my face, as