Rising Heat (73 page)

But at the end of the day, he does.

This book is intended for a mature audience, 18+ only.

I
was down to my birthday suit, wearing nothing but my socks. I felt silly, but more than that, terribly aroused. Once again, Hawk had taken me to heights I had rarely experienced before. It was my turn. I wanted to return the favor.

Just as I reached for the button of his jeans, his erection visibly snaking down the inside of his thigh, his cell phone rang.

“Dammit,” I muttered and tried to ignore it.

He laughed.

To my surprise, he didn’t reach for it, but merely glanced down at me with a raised eyebrow. “It can go to voicemail.”

I didn’t give him a chance to change his mind. We both ignored the four rings of the cell phone before it stopped. Whoever it was would call back or leave a message. With his help, I focused on pulling his T-shirt over his head and then he took pity on me and also helped unbutton and unzip his pants. He reached down and maneuvered his cock so that it jutted up outside of the opening of his pants. I stared at it for several seconds, watching as it kind of bounced, as if it had a mind of its own. He told me not long ago that it did, and now I saw evidence of it with my own eyes.

I glanced at him, jolted to the core at the look in his eyes as he stared at me staring at his dick. His pupils were dilated, their black depths even darker than before.

Pulling my eyes away from his, my gaze caressed his splendid abdominal musculature, my fingertips itching to trace along every contour, every bulge, every dip. And those glorious pecs… I didn’t know whether he went to the gym every day or his muscles were simply a byproduct of an active life. I guess it didn’t really matter. He was a fine specimen of a man no matter how he got that way.

Still hot, wet, and enjoying the aftermath of my orgasm, I straddled his knees. My breasts bounced gently as I did so and my nipples hardened once again as his eyes dropped from my face to my breasts. I was fully exposed, totally vulnerable, and at the moment, I couldn’t have cared less.

His hands reached for my breasts and cupped them, his thumbs playing with my nipples. Another surge of wetness between my legs was ample evidence of my desire for him. At the back of my mind, my sense of scruples was telling me that we shouldn’t be doing this; that we had a business relationship and nothing more. It didn’t take much to tamp down that niggling of conscience. Passion and desire more than outweighed my uncertainties, at least for the moment.

My left hand reached for his cock, my fingers wrapping around it as if it belonged to me, firmly yet gently stroking slowly upward and then down. He felt so warm, so big. At the top of my strokes my thumb circled his head, eliciting another contraction of his dick as it responded. He sucked in a short breath.

I leaned forward, half laying on top of him, my legs splayed, the cool air caressing my bare buttocks. His hand fondled my ass, his palm caressing over one cheek before his fingers dipped deeper along my crack and then down to brush against my wetness. I groaned, moved my hips against the pressure of his fingers, and once again his cock responded.

My cheek rested against his hard chest. I shifted my position slightly and then found his hard little nipple. My tongue stroked it much as his thumb was doing with mine. As I continued to stroke his shaft, I felt the thick, engorged veins beneath my palm, thrilled that I was able to elicit such a response in him. Feeling especially daring, I began to suck on his nipple, hard, like I was trying to give him a hickey.

All my worries and fears, at least for the moment, were forgotten as I reveled in the skin to skin contact with Hawk. I didn’t want to think about the repercussions. I didn’t want to think about or analyze my feelings for him; whether they were superficial or developing into something more serious. Nothing mattered except for the feelings he evoked in me right now.

His thumb was doing a number on one of my nipples. I tried to maintain a steady pace with my hand still wrapped around his shaft, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate. I sat up slightly, relinquishing my contact with his nipple as I glanced down at him, wanting to watch his face.

To my surprise, he held something in his other hand. A square, cellophane packet. Where had that condom come from? Did he go around with them in his pocket? And then I noticed his wallet laying close by. He must’ve kept one in hidden there. Maybe two. Did guys do that? Just in case they got lucky? I glanced back at him and he was looking at me, an eyebrow raised in question.

Should I?

I knew I shouldn’t, but my blood was hot and bubbling again. My pussy was throbbing with my ache for him, and my desire to have him fill me up.

I nodded and he handed the packet to me. I released my grip on his cock and reached for the condom. My hands were shaking slightly as I ripped it open, careful not to damage the latex inside. I looked at him again. He didn’t move. He was leaving the decision totally up to me.

I had never done it before, but it seemed self-explanatory. Concentrating intently, I tossed the wrapper to the side and reach for his cock before placing the rolled up condom over the tip. At my touch, it pulsed with a life of its own and I thrilled at the power I wielded. Carefully, I unrolled the condom down until it reached the base of his shaft.

I shifted my position until his cock settled against my lower abdomen. I rubbed against it softly for several seconds, luxuriating in the feel of his hard-on against my belly. He just held me there, letting me take my time, his hands softly caressing my skin.

When I could wait no longer, I leaned forward, shifting my weight onto my hands on the soft carpet by his shoulders, I shifted my hips, readjusted the position of my knees, and, so wet with desire I could hardly stand it, I sank onto his shaft.

As I lowered myself onto his engorged cock, he hissed slowly. His eyes widened as my tightness enveloped him inch by inch. His large, warm hands rested lightly on my hips, but that was all the skin contact I had with him, other than the obvious. He held my eyes, passion dilating his dark ones before he looked down to where we connected and he watched me lower myself onto his shaft. I thrilled once again with my ability to elicit such a reaction.

I lowered myself until I couldn’t take any more of him inside me. Slowly, I began to shift my hips. He still didn’t move, leaving total control of the situation in my hands, so to speak. Carefully, I sat back, my hands now shifting to rest on his chest. Rock solid. His gaze finally pulled away from our joining and once again riveted on my breasts, now slightly swaying in rhythm to my rotating hips. I grew increasingly daring, shifting forward and back, then gyrating, and then slowly lifting my weight onto my knees as my body took over.

I move slowly at first, rising upward and then downward. When he began to make grunting noises deep in his throat, I began to pick up the pace, undulating my hips slowly, and then faster, and then slowing it down again. His hands shifted upward, caressing my waist, then once again cupping my breasts, squeezing gently. His thumbs once again began to twirl around my nipples. Every so often, he would pluck at my hard little nubs with his thumb and index finger until they thrummed with what I can only describe as an almost electrical current that flowed from my breasts down the center of my abdomen and deep into my belly.

I felt another orgasm building. His hips were now moving in conjunction with mine. I began to gyrate faster, my breasts bouncing gently in his hands. I sat deep on his erection, nestling my buttocks into his groin, pumping my hips in fast, short strokes. Suddenly, with a hiss, he thrust upward hard, one… two… then three times. As soon as I felt his climax slowly surging upward along his cock beneath the thin layer of the condom, I also reached my climax, shuddering softly while my entire groin figuratively burst into flames.

My breath came in short, hard gasps that matched my movements. His fingers tightened on my breasts, his thumbs stilled as his hips gently met my every thrust. And then I heard him gasp, followed by several low, deep chested grunts. Once again the waves of my orgasm crashed over me. My ears rang. My blood pounded through my veins.

Nothing mattered but this moment of ecstasy, this pure, unadulterated pleasure. And then his hips grew still, as did mine. I collapsed on top of him, my arm muscles trembling with exertion, my knees tucked up close against his waist, my buttocks now feeling the chill of the air.

He made another noise low and deep in his chest and then I felt his hands caressing my ass cheeks, gently, tenderly stroking, circling, and then moving upward along my back. I shifted my position, lifted a leg and crawled off of him, nestling against the warmth of his body.

To say that I was feeling quite like an overcooked noodle was an understatement. I don’t think I had an ounce of energy remaining in any muscle in my body. My pussy continued to throb and I simply reveled in the moment and the wonderful sensations thrumming through me.

My bliss was shattered by the sound of the phone in his pocket ringing once more. Hawk made a noise, impatience perhaps, and then reached for it. I lifted myself onto one elbow, watching him. He glanced at the screen, glowing blue in the darkness of his office. It rang three times and then stopped. We lay side-by-side on the carpet, both of us wearing only socks. My skin white contrasting against his darker tone, his black hair flowing around his head on the carpet.

I smiled as I reached for my clothes, feeling suddenly embarrassed to be laying here naked beside him on the floor. Briefly, maybe for a second or two, I felt guilty. We shouldn’t have done that. Then I shook my head. Why the hell not? Life was short, wasn’t it? It wasn’t like I had sex with just anybody.

Once again I realized that there was something about Hawk that drew me to him like no man ever had before. Where this would go I had no idea, but I wasn’t going to worry about it right now either.

By the time I turned around, Hawk was sitting up and had slipped on his pants. I had no idea what he’d done with the condom, but I figured he’d taken care of it, so I didn’t ask. The phone lay on the floor next to him on the carpet. He was just reaching for his shirt when it rang again. This time he picked it up.

“Hello,” he growled.

I watched as he listened, then frowned as he glanced at me. Oh Lord, what now?

“I’ll be down in a few minutes.” There was a long pause as he listened to the speaker on the other end. His frown deepened. “What? I’m not sure. Let me think about it.”

He disconnected the call and then quickly finish getting dressed. I waited for him to explain. Had the call even been about me or something else? I couldn’t be his only client, could I?

After I put my shoes on and tied them, I got up from the floor and moved to the chair in front of his desk. He quickly finished dressing as well, his back to me. Should I say something about what we had just done? I couldn’t just keep ignoring these… what would I call them? Sex sessions? Lovemaking? Was it lovemaking if you didn’t love the person, or if you weren’t sure? I decided it didn’t matter. We had to talk about this.

“Hawk, we need to talk—” He turned around and took a step toward me, a frown marring his brow. He leaned against the edge of the desk facing me. I swallowed, worked up my courage. “This… this thing between us, don’t you think we should talk about it?”

He nodded. “Definitely, but not right now. That was Detective Cutter.”

I frowned. My brief reprieve and distraction was over, and I was once again pushed into reality. “And?” Was it more bad news?

“He wants us both in his office within the hour.”

I was exhausted, not only by our crazy sex session on the floor either. I had only gotten a couple of hours of sleep last night, what with the phone call — the phone call. I glanced at Hawk. “How do you think he found me?”

“I’m working on that, Tracy,” he said. “It’s also something I want to talk to Detective Cutter about.”

I realized I was twisting my hands together and forced myself to stop. “What do you mean?”

“We have to find a place for you.” He met my eyes. “I have to admit that I don’t know how your stalker found you last night. I’m trying to figure out how he followed you — us. I took a roundabout way to the motel, waited just down the street for several hours before I left. I didn’t see any signs of anyone lingering.” He paused and frowned, then scrubbed his hands over his face. “Of course, he could’ve parked some distance away and then hiked to the motel, but I was being so careful…” He trailed off, clearly annoyed with himself.

“Did anyone know where I was staying?” I asked.

“Not the exact location, but the four of us — meaning you, me, and Detectives Cutter and Westin — knew that a motel was a good idea. There are only so many hotels in Seneca.” He glanced at me and shook his head. “Neither of the detectives knew which one I was taking you to.”

I sighed, trying to figure it out. “Do you think someone put a tracker on your Jeep? One of those GPS things? Or mine? I’ve seen that done on TV shows before.”

He glanced outside. Dawn was just now brightening the sky. He stood and slipped behind his desk. “I’m going to go check right now. You stay here.”

I watched as he moved behind his desk, opened a drawer, and extracted a heavy-duty flashlight. Without another word, he headed for the office door, unlocked and opened it and then shut it firmly behind him. I listened as his steps descended the stairs toward the quilt shop. Then the faint
ding
of the bell as he opened the outside door and then closed it again.

I stared around me and the interior of his office, studying it more carefully than I had the last time I’d been in here. I purposely avoided looking at the carpet. I should’ve been ashamed of myself, but I wasn’t. Why should I be? I was a consenting adult, and so was he. My nerves were frazzled… no, they were frayed.

I stood and began to meander around the room, looking at a few of the photographs on the walls. I paused in front of one; a small group of soldiers wearing camouflage fatigues. Nothing but sand in the background. To my surprise, I realized that one of them was Hawk, albeit with a crew cut.