Page 55 of Restless Hawke

Coen got that upper hand I cling to so tightly.

He groans as he explores my mouth, nips and sucks at my lower lip, and crushes his cock against my stomach, backing me up until something hard hits my ass.

Strong hands release my hair, and he slides them down to my thighs and lifts me easily. I catch a glimpse of the long, low bar he’s settled me on the edge of when I drag my mouth from his to get a much-needed gasp of air.

My shoulders press against the wall behind me, and Coen invades my space, issuing a low growl that vibrates through me as his hand roams up my inner thigh. “I got a little taste of you the other night, Allegra.”

I shiver at the memory of his fingers moving inside me and the way he licked them clean before sauntering away as if he didn’t just leave me with the biggest case of blue clit in history.

“But I have to tell you…” He kisses across my cheek, grazing his lips down the column of my neck to my collarbone and sinking his teeth in there. I jerk at the sharp bite of pain and shift against his hard cock aligned so perfectly against my core. “It wasn’t enough. Not even an appetizer, really. You see, I’m a hungry man, and when I get hungry, I devour delicious things until there’s nothing left of them.”

Fuck, why did that sound like a promise and a threat all rolled into one?

Probably because it is both.

Because this man is certainly capable of destroying me in very real and delicious ways.

He pulls back.

Those eyes that seem to alternate between flinty iciness and welcoming warmth now blaze with an inferno of need that threatens to consume me while he’s barely even touched my body.

He nudges my knees wider with his hands, his calloused palms grazing my bare inner thighs, and my body starts trembling.

Fear, anticipation?

Revenge can be sweet, but not when you’re on the receiving end of it. And Coen Hawke definitely has plans for me that involve vengeance. It flashes in his eyes. Vibrates in the way he trails those fingertips across my skin. Lives in everything he intends to do to me.

Those hands find the hem of my dress and slowly glide it up, lifting my ass slightly to force it up to my hips.

I bite my lip, trying to stop myself from whimpering, struggling to stop myself from begging for him to move faster, for him to touch me, for him to just fucking do something, instead, he watches me from under hooded lids, then slowly sinks to his knees in front of me.

He sucks in a sharp breath when he sees my bare pussy. “You do play a dangerous game, Allegra.”

I let out a heavy breath. “Why do you say that?”

Coen leans in, warm breath floating across my already damp skin, making me shiver. “Because you came to me fully exposed. Why?” He raises a brow, eyes flicking up to meet mine. “Did you hope you’d find me? Is that why you came to the hotel? To dothis?”

His question hangs in the still air.

If I don’t answer, I know he won’t keep going.

I hold my breath as his fingers skate up closer to my aching core. “No, I was just curious…”

A slow, lecherous grin curls his lips. “About what? The family business or me? Because I’ll tell you something, Allegra. If you think you’re getting any information that might help you take this casino for even a single fucking cent, you’re wrong.”

His thumb grazes along my slit, spreading the embarrassing arousal up and over my clit with one slick swipe.

Fuck.

I wrap my hands around the end of the bar, searching for any sort of purchase as my hips buck at the contact. “Maybe I was just curious about you.”

He pauses with his thumb pressed against that tiny throbbing bud at the apex of my thighs.

I lock my gaze with his, prepared to throw down the gauntlet. “Maybe I was curious if you could actually deliver on what you promised in that restaurant booth.”

His pupils dilate, the lust in them only deepening. “You wanted me to slide under that table and bury my face between these luscious thighs, didn’t you?”

I bite my bottom lip and nod, and he issues a low rumbling approval.