Page 106 of Restless Hawke

“You’re going to come with me this time.”

God, yes.

That.

Thatis what I want.

What Ineed.

To feel his release riding mine.

I nod, desperately trying to hold it back when it threatens to tear me apart at the simple swipe of his fingers.

He keeps pumping into me, the head of his cock dragging against spots I didn’t even know existed.

I squeeze around his fingers in my cunt and around himthereand glance back to find his neck muscles strained, his jaw clenched, his eyes focused on the spot where he’s buried inside me.

“Now, Allegra.”

And as soon as my pussy starts rippling, when the first seam starts to tear, he pushes in all the way and roars, the sound echoing through the room, along with my strangled cry as I completely and utterly shatter.

15

ALLEGRA

Lying here, half draped over Coen in the dark, leg tucked between his, ear resting directly over his bare chest, the steady thumping of his heart beneath my ear lulls me into a sense of calm I haven’t felt, maybe ever.

My body thrums, still aching deliciously from his touch, his attention, from the multiple times he made me come again after our long, hot shower where he basically had to bathe me like a child because my body was too wrung out to function.

It was sweet.

Attentive.

And also, somehow, one of the most intimate things I’ve ever experienced.

Which is saying a lot, considering what this man has done to me.

He slowly runs his fingers down my spine, simultaneously making me shiver and want to crawl closer to him—which is impossible at this point.

Just like it would be impossible to extricate myself from his arms if I tried. He holds me possessively, burying his face into my hair, letting his lips linger on my forehead, touching me and kissing me any chance he gets.

Almost like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he stops.

But I won’t run again.

Not if I can help it…

Not after this man has just given meeverythingin one single night and left me awed by his strength, his determination, his focus, his relentless drive to ensure my pleasure, and given me everything I needed when I was nearly at my breaking point.

It all demonstrated to me that Coen Hawke is exactly who I thought he was.

Maybe not at the beginning.

I definitely misjudged a lot about him when I met him in Atlantic City.

But once I got to know him, after I saw him with his family and really understood who he was at his core, I knew he was agoodman with agoodheart and wicked intelligence.

Which makes the way he sometimes talks about himself all the more confusing and painful…