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“You didn’t even ask me.” My voice is small, all the fight leaving me. My heart is just bursting and swelling, hanging onto every word he’s promising. Butterflies are swooping and fluttering in my stomach.

“We both know it's going to happen; therefore, it's just a matter of planning it. Again, I vote for Vegas, but I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Why?” The question leaves my lips before I can stop it, but it's the one thing I’ve been fixating on. I know his answer, but I want to hear it.

Hawke growls, his hands roaming all over me.

“Because I fucking love you, Emmarys. Since I was sixteen and saw you touch the ice. When I was seventeen and finally got the chance to talk to you. When I was eighteen and you were mine until I had to leave you. At nineteen, at twenty, and at twenty-one, I love you more than I ever have. We can do this.”

My chest rises and falls rapidly and tears fall down my cheeks. How is it that this man can make me strong and weak at the same time? How could I ever walk away again?

“I love you too, Hawke. I’m scared, but I want a future with you.”

His lips split into a grin and he kisses my forehead. “Thank fuck.”

I laugh and then I’m swept off my feet and being spun in a circle right there on the dock.

Once he sets me to my feet, his hand grips my chin and, once again, his lips take mine in a brutal, passionate kiss.

My hands fist his hair as his hands grip my sides so tight, I’ll undoubtedly have bruises in the morning.

“Let's go home, sweets,” he says against my lips and I nod in agreement. I don’t even fight when he calls his apartment our home.

Hawke leads us back down the dock to the parking lot and into his truck.

My hand stays clasped in his while he drives us away and heads toward the apartment.

The air around us is alive with energy, with a tension that stretches between us, ready to snap with whoever makes the first move.

I want this man. I want him more than anyone, to have the future he’s planned for us, all the while keeping in mind what I want and need.

I can’t predict the future, and things we can’t account for may happen, but I’m going to choose Hawke. I love him.

We pull into the parking lot and he’s out of the truck, moving to my side before I can even blink.

Hawke grabs me, lifting me into his arms. I hold onto him, a smile on my lips the entire time as he walks us into the building to the elevator.

Only then does he set me on my feet; yet, his hands remain on me.

The air grows thicker around us and suddenly my coat feels too heavy, my clothes suffocating me.

Somehow, we manage to make it through the door before the tension breaks. Hawke’s arms wrap around me, and mine go right around his neck. His hands are quick, peeling my coat off, and his eyes rake over my body clad in his jersey.

“This is the best thing I’ve seen all day. I love seeing my last name on your back. I wanted to devour you at the restaurant but my family being there was kind of a buzz kill,” he rasps.

My cheeks heat and I lean forward, hands grabbing the end of his shirt before taking it off for him. “I was paying off my end of the bet. Besides, you were right. No one even blinked twice. It’s like the jersey was meant for me.”

His eyes flare with heat and possessiveness before he reaches for me again. “You’re so fucking beautiful. In anything you wear but this, in my jersey, I’m in awe of you.”

Hawke’s lips trail along my jaw and down the sensitive skin of my throat, gently biting the pulse point there.

My head tips back, and my hands run through his hair, making him growl against my exposed skin.

His hands coast over my heated skin under the jersey to my back, and I feel the clasp of my bra give way.

I moan out loud when he palms one heavy breast and then the other, before peeling the material down my arms and tossing it to the floor.

“Hawke,” I whimper his name when he gently flicks my nipples, lifting the edge of the jersey, before his mouth sucks on one hard peak then the other.

My back bows off the door when his tongue swirls around each of them, before trailing a line to the center of my chest, down my rib cage and to my stomach.

Hawke’s fingers dip into the waistband of my leggings and panties, and soon, they’re torn down legs. I watch, eyes wide, in fascination while my boyfriend lowers to his knees in front of me, taking the material down and helping me step out of them, my socks following.

“I’ve waited years to see you like this, Em. Naked and wearing only my jersey with my name on the back,” he breathes out, and our eyes meet. I can see how much he’s enjoying this. His green eyes are dark, glittering with wicked intent.

He runs his fingertips over my bare legs, placing warm, wet kisses on my thighs and knees. “I need to taste you.”

Cool air hits my folds and then his tongue is there, licking deep inside me.

Hawke’s grip tightens on my leg and he lifts it to rest over his shoulder, so I’m open wider for him to devour.

I can’t help the moan that slips past my lips, as one of my hands dives into his hair, grasping the strands, and the other pushes against the wall to keep myself from falling over.

Hawke groans against my pussy, enjoying the way I’m holding him to me.

His mouth worships me; his tongue touching everywhere, pushing in and out.

I’m soaking his face and he licks up every drop.

My hips move and my inner muscles squeeze his tongue.

Hawke growls low in his throat and only feasts on me more, tonguing my clit and biting it with his teeth.

Our eyes clash and the dark desire I see there is making me unravel.

I can feel my orgasm already rushing to the surface.

Between the deep conversation and the intense way that Hawke is taking control of my body, I won’t last long.

I just want more of him everywhere. Knowing what my body needs, Hawke’s free hand runs over the quivering skin of my belly and rib cage to my breast, where he teases and plays with my already sensitive nipple.

He knows my body well and it's all I needed to send me over the edge, hurtling into my orgasm.

“Hawke!” I scream his name into our silent apartment.

Hawke’s answering roar is accompanied by one more long lick up my slit and around my sensitive clit before he’s standing and shoving his pants down just enough for him to free his cock.

He pulls my body away from the door, across the room, before bending it over the arm of the couch.

I feel him at my entrance, pushing the head of his dick inside me.

His hands grasp mine, holding them down, before he thrusts all the way to the hilt.

My head tilts back, hitting his shoulder.

I can feel Hawke’s heavy, ragged breathing along my shoulder and my neck, where his teeth scrape the skin, biting and sucking.

“You always feel so good.” Thrust. “Squeezing me so perfectly.” Thrust. “You were made for me, Emma.” Thrust. Thrust.

My hips buck back into him and Hawke groans. “Sweetheart, just like that.” With enough space between my pelvis and the couch, he slides a hand down, his fingers expertly circling my clit, the perfect amount of friction to create another wave of pleasure.

“Hawke,” I pant his name breathlessly. “I can’t.”

“You can, sweets. You will take everything I give you. Orgasms, my dick, my tongue, my fingers. You were made for me, Emmarys. And someday soon you’ll also take the home I give you, my ring, my last name.

We are fated, soulmates, you’ll never be without me,” he rasps, thrusting deeper, faster, harder, pushing us both toward powerful climaxes.

“Tell me you want that. Tell me you’re mine. I love you so fucking much.”

My head is spinning, my heart pounding in my chest with every word he just said. I want all of it. “Yes. I’m yours. I love you too.”

Hawke’s hand moves to my neck, bringing my body back against his. With my hands free, I anchor myself to the couch.

His fingers touch my cheek, “Look at me.” I turn my head until I’m looking back at him and he can reach my mouth with his. Hawke feasts on my lips, our breathing deep, in sync.

“Come on my cock, sweets,” he demands, and I can’t resist. I let myself go, waves of pleasure overwhelming me. Hawke groans, chasing his own release, until I feel him pulsing inside me, filling me with his heat.

When it’s over, we’re both breathing hard as my body sags into the couch.

“Let’s get cleaned up,” he whispers, pressing kisses along my back. Too tired to talk, I nod in agreement. Hawke’s answering laugh is muffled when he turns me around and picks me up, carrying me to the bathroom.

He makes sure the water is warm before stepping in with me still attached to him.

My body turns to mush while he soaps us both up and rinses us off.

I’m practically drooling I'm so relaxed by the time we’re done and he wraps me in a fluffy towel that I've grown to more than just like.

Somehow I manage to brush my teeth and my hair, then Hawke is taking my hand leading me into the bedroom.

I curl up next to him, thinking how right this feels and that I could do this for the rest of my life.

“Oh you will, sweetheart. You’re mine.” Hawke’s voice is low when he places a kiss on my temple. I guess I said that out loud. Only I don’t mind and with a smile on my lips I fall asleep easily.