“You feel that, babe?” he rasped, grinding his lower body into her as he kept her pinned against him. His erection was already thick and hard as a plank. “Could I fake that? Or this?”

  She was staring widely up at him as he released her hands, guiding one to his shirted chest where his heart beat somewhat wildly. He saw her lick her bruised-looking lower lip, and he let out a low growl, a pulse ticking in his chiseled jaw as he looked down into her face with his eyes blazing. “Just don’t pretend you don’t know what you do to me. Ashanti, you’re a beautiful, sexy-ass woman. How can you even doubt that I’m attracted to you?”

  “It doesn’t matter,” she said, her eyes defiant as she shook her head at him. “I don’t…”

  “What, Ashanti? Say it. You don’t want me? Or that you’re too mad at me to let me take you right here, right now? Because I know that’s exactly what you want me to do,” Hawk said hardily, his gaze sweeping over her face, neck and chest. “Your breasts feel heavy right now, don’t they? They want me to grab them, take them in my mouth one by one. And your pussy…it’s already as wet for me as it was all through last night. Want me to check and prove myself right?”

  “No, Hawk…stop…”

  “Ah, babe…you have to sound more convincing than that,” he rumbled, ignoring her soft words. Keeping her back wedged against the wall, he reached right under her skirt for her panties, and yanked.

  He heard her gasp of surprise and arousal. Her panties were now nothing more than tatters which he flung aside.

  Sure enough, his fingers soon probed between her trembling thighs and found her folds soaked and soft with need. He leaned close to pluck at her tantalizing lips, stroking on her clit and making a moan spill out of her throat.

  “This feels so real, babe,” he told her, sliding two fingers up her slippery pussy, his booted foot kicking her legs further apart. She was clutching his shirt and staring at him partly with anger, partly with dark, molten lust. He finger-fucked her deep, filling the hallway with sounds of her honey-slick wetness.

  “And this…” ‘This’ was his mouth kissing her; hot stinging kisses. He heard her low whimpers as she threw her head back when he began to trail his mouth hungrily down her neck. Her scent and taste maddened him; made him lose his hold on reality for a second.

  “Damn, I need you so bad. I’ve got to have you. Or I’ll lose my fucking mind.” Hawk freed his cock with one hand while the other didn’t stop finger-shafting her deliciously tight and wet pussy.

  Fuck! It felt so good jabbing into that slick cunt. But now he wanted to plant more of himself into her than just his fingers. Lifting one of her legs to wrap around his waist, he pushed her skirt higher. She held on tight to his shoulders, bracing herself against the wall as he slipped his fingers out of her to guide the tip of his cock to her entrance.

  Hawk got his tip coated in the wetness at her slit, his gaze fastened on her flushed, beautiful face. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, almost shutting as she groaned each time he rubbed his crown back and forth along her opening. Hawk knew he couldn’t keep tormenting her – and himself. He was ready to rip right into her and yet, he wanted something more.

  “Look at me, babe. Open your eyes,” he commanded, and saw the bright orbs snap open. Satisfied, he hefted her leg higher up his waist and then probed her pussy with his cock. He kept his eyes pinned on her face, not wanting to miss any expression as he slipped just inside the entrance of her juicy-wet cunt. And then, with a forceful thrust, he plunged deep inside her.

  Ashanti was so wet that he sunk in more than halfway with his granite hard cock. So hot, so tight…so fucking sweet. Ashanti felt so good the way she gripped on his cock, her body shuddering as with a second stroke, he rammed in as far as he could go. Nothing but his balls remained outside her pussy and he watched as her pupils dilated, her mouth parting in a soundless “O” as she stared into his gaze.

  He could feel her fingers fisting up small tufts of his short hair, tugging hard, making his scalp tingle. He drew back right to the tip of his cock and then lunged in once more. This time she cried out his name. And didn’t seem ready to stop. Quickly, he seized her mouth with his and then locked both her legs around his waist as he held her up against the wall and drove in.

  His cock had never felt so hard; it almost ached. Her vaginal walls were so snug and yet spongy that each time he drew out it was like hell because he couldn’t wait to slam back in again. He never wanted to stop; never wanted it to end but he sensed he was too close. They both were.

  Ashanti was panting against Hawk’s roughly kissing mouth, and was moving her hips in that frenzied way that told him she was deriving maximum pleasure from the act. His upward strokes grew harder, went deeper till he felt sure he was pounding her cervix. She tore her mouth from his and her head fell back against the wall as she cried out in ecstasy. He buried his face in her neck and lost himself in being lost in her.

  Again and again he virtually hammered her, speeding faster as he reached closer to his goal. With a swing of his hips, he angled his cock repeatedly up against her g-spot and was rewarded with a shrill, long-drawn out cry from her lips. Ashanti was coming, her labia and her walls swelling and convulsing to engulf his pumping cock. His orgasm followed almost instantly, his fingers cupping her ass tight while her legs stayed wrapped tight around his middle.

  Hawk slid in as deep as he could go and then held himself tightly sheathed within her walls, hardly moving as his cock pulsed and ejected with cum. Ashanti’s whole body kept spasming, so he lifted his face from her neck and sought her lips, hungry as ever for her moist sweet tongue. He sucked it in his mouth even as he filled her with ropes of cum. His body shuddered with the force of his release, and already Hawk was thinking how hard it was going to be to leave for his latest assignment after having this red-hot taste of her bounty…

  Chapter Fourteen

  Hawk was exploding deep inside her. Ashanti could feel the heat flood her like a wave as he stayed jammed tight within her spasming walls. She clung fiercely to his shoulders, and just held on. She too, was still lost in the haze of her recent mind-blowing orgasm. She knew that if he let her go right then she knew she’d crumple to the floor.

  But Hawk didn’t let her go. His powerful arms felt as good around her as his thick, still-hard cock which remained buried far up her pussy. His mouth clung wetly to hers, and she reveled in his possessively searing kiss that took saliva-swapping to another level. She moaned deeply, her back leaning against the wall as her ass was groped in his big strong hands.

  Finally, Hawk broke his lips away and she lifted heavy eyelids to look into his handsome face, a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. Ashanti heard his harsh, low breathing and saw how much he was trying to regain the control he’d lost in the last several minutes.

  It almost didn’t seem possible that it was less than half an hour since she’d walked in here spouting her wrath at him. She’d been so mad she’d felt she couldn’t stand him touching her again.

  But she’d been wrong, so wrong. Within ten minutes of her arrival, he was shoving her against the wall and taking her so hard her legs still felt wobbly.

  Hot damn!

  It had been hard and fast and the hottest sex ever.

  Mixed in with all the friction of being mad at him, it had proved a potent combination. Helpless to fight her own powerfully surging lusts, she’d let him have his way. She’d felt no more than a weightless doll, carried and then impaled upon that devastatingly thick and powerful cock of his.

  The atmosphere had been charged with tension, heat and undeniable passions. And as he slowly, gently released her legs and let her slide down his body to plant her feet on the floor, she felt reality dawning. Hawk kept a steadying hold on her waist and didn’t let go till her strength alone was able to keep her upright.

  He rested his forehead against hers and Ashanti closed her eyes, praying for the strength to do what she needed to do next. But before she could speak, Hawk broke the silence first.

  “I have to go,” he said quietly, wincing for a moment.

  Ashanti felt a fist of pain clench around her heart. It had been the exact words she’d been about to say – and yet it gave her a perverse pain that he’d beaten her to it.

  “I understand,” she said very calmly, righting her clothes as best as she could.

  “No you don’t,” he said with a heavy sigh, backing up and doing up his pants as he stared down into her deliberately expressionless face. “I have to leave…on assignment. My team’s been called in and now I have less than an hour to get there. I can make it if I leave now. But when I get back…”

  Ashanti was shaking her head. “It’s okay, soldier. You don’t have to make me any promises,” she told him quietly, pushing her fingers back through her hair. “I didn’t come here for that. I guess you gave me exactly what I came for so maybe I should say thanks.”

  She smiled brightly at his narrowed expression. “Because that’s all it is, Hawk. It’s nice to know you’re always good for a pity-fuck whenever I need it.”

  Moving closer to his rigid frame, she cupped his cheeks in both hands. “No harm, no foul, soldier. Last night…and even just now – it’s exactly what I needed. But you don’t need to go thinking I’m looking for something more, because I’m not. You go on and…do what you need to do. I know how being a Marine works; and that you can’t tell me where you’re going or exactly how long you’ll be. So I won’t ask. But whenever you’re back in town, handsome…maybe, just maybe I’ll be up for another roll.”

  Smiling seductively, she plucked at his lips, closing her eyes briefly and trying hard not to whimper as heat from his mouth transmitted straight to her. He was staring straight into her eyes when she pulled back seconds later, and she added with a wry smile, “But don’t count on it.”

  She found she could move to the door without staggering in her boots, and was glad when he didn’t try to stop her. She swung the door open and then before she left she turned to say finally, “Be safe.”

  One last smile, and Ashanti felt she could leave - perhaps with her dignity intact but the rest of her…not so much.

  “Ashanti…,” she heard Hawk say with a deep, ragged sigh, but she didn’t respond, shutting the door behind her without a backward glance.

  Chapter Fifteen

  During his time away, it took all of Hawk’s physical and mental training to keep his mind off the things Ashanti had said before she left. Hawk had wanted to get mad but he knew he had to let her leave, aware that she was still hurting and that right then, he couldn’t do anything about it.

  But he was back now.

  The mission had meant to last only a few hours, but it had ended up stretching into a week. Hawk and Marcus were in the same platoon and their team had parachuted into the given desert location with the intent that it would be an in-and-out operation. Turned out they were wrong.

  The rock walls dotting the region were surrounded by enemy snipers. His platoon’s task of reconnaissance and retrieval regarding another team of Marines would prove a test of endurance out there in the eastern African desert.

  Even now, safely back home, Hawk could still remember the crunch of sand fighting its way into every part of him just as the enemy attack fought hard against their platoon. But he and his fellow men fought harder.

  Strategic pursuit of their goal ensured that when it got down to it, any means necessary was used. From hand guns to hand to hand combat, every opposition was tackled till each team member could be air-lifted safely from the area. None of their platoon had been lost and in fact the whole team plus the other Marines all made it. The same couldn’t be said about the opposition though. It had taken several days but it was mission accomplished and the enemy leveled.

  Until the next time, thought Hawk with a small chuckle.

  Making his way inside his house and walking into the hallway, he ran smack into the memory of taking Ashanti hard just against that right wall. Damn! He was tired as hell, his whole body still aching from exhaustion and lack of sleep. But right then, all he could think of was seeing Ashanti again, hearing her sweet voice, inhaling that delicious scent she gave off that drove him insane.

  He didn’t let those words of hers get to him. He’d pushed their last meeting to the back of his mind like a good military man and had focused on the grueling task at hand: infiltrating enemy domain.

  And now that he was back something told him he might have to exercise unconventional warfare to get Ashanti to at least give him a chance. Let her know that the last thing the sex had been was a pity fuck. It had hurt him when she’d said that. Why did she have such little faith in her own feminine powers?

  One kiss from her and he didn’t need any help getting hard and staying hard even long after he’d cum inside her. From the second he’d met her, he’d felt a pull that no other woman had been able to evoke within him. Thinking that some fool out there had ever hurt her and then let her go, made Hawk want to find the idiot and skin him alive for doing that to Ashanti.

  As he looked around the empty house, he couldn’t help the strange twinge that hit him. He wondered how it would feel like having someone waiting when he got back home. Someone who would truly miss him while he was away – and if he never came back, to grieve him. In short, someone who cared about him and deeply loved him.

  Hawk shook his head, forcing those wishful thoughts back. But he kept wishing, and kept seeing Ashanti’s face along with it all. Her bright, eager smile, her stirringly soft voice, her lovely face. The way her body fitted perfectly against his, like two pieces of a jigsaw.

  Don’t, Hawk. Don’t do this to yourself. You’ve never needed anyone or anything since you were fifteen. Don’t start now.

  The inner voice in his head was very firm. His body aching, he eased into the bath tub minutes later. He was badly bruised but everything would heal along just fine. His heart, however, still couldn’t seem to take a beating without the pain almost tearing him apart.

  After so many years as a Marine, he still got those times when he felt overwhelmed by the pressure of standing alone. Sure, he had the team, and good friends. But even with all the psychological and mental conditioning he got, Hawk still had his humanity; his frail side.

  When he’d first joined, he’d soon learned that being a Marine was more than just causing explosions or shooting the bad guys. It was about maintaining a solid state of mind to never give in to anything; to keep an indomitable spirit at all times. So no matter how many terrorists he downed whether in close-quarters combat, strategic assault or with a shot from his handgun, he may never feel truly fulfilled.

  It was going to take more than a hundred successful missions to give him the true self-fulfillment. Maybe being the tough guy and saving the day was not all there was to life. What happened when he retired? Would he be ready to seek true happiness then?

  Perhaps true happiness didn’t really exist, mused Hawk. But heck, he felt like he’d better start trying to find that out for himself. Starting with a certain starry-eyed, sweet-voiced woman who made his heart leap whenever he saw her. Whose one smile made him feel like he could lift the world on his shoulders.

  Ashanti.

  Suddenly, all the soreness in his body seemed to fade away at the thought of her being in his life. Dared he hope? Was he even sure he was prepared?

  It didn’t matter. This wasn’t some tactical ambush that needed an elaborate plan of action. Damn, if he thought about it too much, he might even change his mind. The woman had pretty much spelled out for him that it was just sex she’d needed from him. Maybe it was time to show her he could offer much, much more than just steamy satisfaction…

  Chapter Sixteen

  The music still got to her the way it had the night she’d met Hawk. But the magic wasn’t there.

  Ashanti let herself get pulled into dance after dance with different partners. She felt bent on having fun tonight. She didn’t care that it seemed she was acting wild.

  She was certainly wearing her wildest outfit to date. A short, form-fitting dress that left little to the imagination. Her curvy body seemed to draw eyes like a magnet. Even her dance partners couldn’t keep up with her adrenalin. She was a girl on fire.

  Ashanti had been coming out with her friends every other night in the past week. She’d long shed her aversion for attention. Now, she craved it.

  And yet, no matter how many handsome faces approached her, or how many twirls on the dance floor…nothing felt the same. Some really enchanting guy could be buying her drinks all night, and whispering sweet things in her ear – but for some reason, she never felt that spark.

  That unique sensation she’d had only with Hawk when it had felt like she was balancing on thin ice. When he’d held her in his arms and moved just the right way to get her heart pounding in feminine awareness.

  Wanting more. Needing more.

  These guys left her cold. No matter how she tried, she couldn’t imagine having any impulsive urges where they were concerned. Blond, dark-haired, geeky or muscle-bound cowboy…no one she’d met so far measured up to her one fantasy that had come alive that night one week ago.

  Hawk.

  Calling herself all kinds of fool for even thinking about him right then, she leaned in and laughed up at her handsome companion Steve, who looked ultra preppy from his artfully blown out blonde hair to his up-to-the-second fashion sense. His tie was loose at the waist, and he probably came across as really beddable especially to many of the other girls at the club.

  So why wasn’t Ashanti feeling him?

  Because he’s not my red-hot, hard bodied Marine lover whose one look could make my heart melt, Ashanti realized with a sigh. Just what was the point of these nightly past-times of hers anyway? What was she trying to prove?

  Smiling apologetically at Steve, whose young, boyish face creased in an appreciative grin as she rose to her feet, she said, “I hope you’ll excuse me; I just need to powder my nose.”

  “I’ll be waiting, beautiful,” Steve said, his brown eyes following her movements as she turned to walk through the crowd to the ladies room.

 

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