“Hush,” he reminded her. “Someone might hear and then the game would be up.”
It was somehow titillating to think their illicit rendezvous might be discovered. The threat only increased the quaking excitement he was kindling in her. Hawk was driving her mad, pushing her to the brink but not carrying her over.
His eyes were storm-dark now, his features tight. When he clamped his hands on her buttocks to hold her in place, Skye arched her back and tilted her hips to give him better access. The naked hunger on his face burned through her senses, setting her nerve endings on fire.
Another moan vibrated in her throat. Her eyes drifted closed as his rhythm increased. She could feel herself trembling, shaking against him as he rocked her against the door. Each time he thrust, another bolt of dark fire shot through her and she gasped at the bright flare of sensation. And then she was caught up fully in the conflagration. Hawk ground himself against her as she convulsed, her body throbbing around his in shattering, fiery bursts. She shook and quaked, her response wild and abandoned.
Only then did he capture her mouth with his. In one part of her dazed mind, Skye reveled in the ravenous way he kissed her, as if he could never have enough. He claimed and stole her will while he took her body, no longer calm and controlled, driving into her, his hard thrusts primitive and powerful and urgent, every muscle taut.
Her climax still pulsed around him as he plunged in and out of her, surging with raw passion. His name was a cry on her lips when he plunged himself to the hilt one last time, impaling her. Buried deep, deep inside her, he found his own explosive release. Hawk shuddered, his own harsh groans loud in her ear as he collapsed against her. When it was over, he pressed his face into her neck, panting for breath.
Still gasping herself, Skye clung to him. She wanted this moment to last forever and for this man to love her. Her heart had craved him her whole life, and she never wanted him to leave.
To her immense gratification, he remained still for a long time afterward.… And yet reality intruded all too soon, along with common sense. Her cries of ecstasy could have gotten them in big trouble, Skye realized, not withstanding that her position was rather awkward and uncomfortable, being pinned against the door by his powerful body.
Skye gave a muffled, breathless laugh into his shoulder. “You said we needed to be quiet. I would say we failed miserably.”
When Hawk weakly pulled away from her, his heavy lashes lifted enough to look into her eyes. When she smiled teasingly at him, he smiled in return.
His response lifted her heart, as did the unexpected softness in his eyes. Skye felt herself go still with the impact of his gaze. He had just ravished her thoroughly, but she still felt lightning sparks when he merely looked at her.
He didn’t seem aware of how much he captivated her, though—which perhaps was a blessing. With care, he withdrew from her body, holding her
until her feet found the floor, then steadying her as she tried to stand on shaken, uncertain legs.
“I suppose we ought to go below,” she said with reluctance. “By now the others will likely be gathered in the drawing room for tea and will be expecting us.”
Hawk grimaced, clearly not eager to comply, although he nodded in agreement.
Just then Skye felt the wet gush of his seed down the inside of her thighs. “On second thought, I cannot take tea like this,” she amended. “I had best return to my bedchamber and clean myself.”
“I will wait a few moments before following you.”
“That is wise. We shouldn’t go down together. One look at us and everyone will know what we have done.”
She started to move but then decided against it. “I think I need a handkerchief.”
She fumbled in her apron pocket for one, but Hawk took it from her. “Allow me.”
Reaching beneath her skirts, he deliberately stroked her still sensitive flesh with the delicate cloth. His attentions were highly erotic and sensual, making heat race down her spine again and spread through her, before wedging the handkerchief between her thighs.
“Are you punishing me for teasing you?”
“However did you guess?”
“Like I said, you are a devil,” she murmured with another laugh.
Passion still throbbed between them, but she forced herself to retrieve the key from her pocket and unlock the door. Then giving Hawk one last lingering kiss, she slipped from the room.
When she was gone, Hawk used his own handkerchief to dry his loins and then rearranged his clothing, but his mind was on Skye rather than his task. Her scent lingered, filling his senses, but it was her last image that filled his mind. She had been laughing at him with her eyes, a sparkling, tender kind of laughter that was innocent and full of deviltry at the same time.
He found himself grateful for her light touch. She’d provided just the distraction he needed after finding that bronzed figure of a horse, a gift to Lucas on his first birthday. The memory was churning in his gut when Skye pulled him out of his study, his chest aching with grief and guilt and anger at fate.
The ache had slowly settled as he climbed the tower stairs with her, but her seduction was not at all what he’d expected—dragging him up here to have her way with him, literally daring him to make love to her.
Then again, she was constantly surprising him. At her offer, lust and need and want had hit him with brutal force. And faced with the chance to lose himself in the sweetness of her body, he’d had only one choice.
In truth, she’d never given him much choice in their entire relationship, Hawk acknowledged. She kept reaching through his defenses, even when he’d fought her.