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body up against him and went for his mouth. He typically didn’t make a habit of kissing his one-offs but he loved kissing. He let their tongues dance, swallowed Colin’s sexy moans. He slithered up and down Hawk’s body like a snake, unzipping his leather jacket so he could caress his chest. Hawk tore his mouth away, and the back of his head thumped against the paneling.
    He sighed with exhaustion. His team had been going non-stop for two-and-half weeks chasing Sherminisky, and it looked like there wouldn’t be much R&R before they had to run off to Miami.
    Hawk needed to get off, but honestly his head just wasn’t in it. He was still seeing visions of Pierce, but gone were the images of sparkling baby-blues and perfect pink lips – now he saw blue eyes glowering with disgust, his lips turned up into a snarl while he spat his hatred of him and his team.
    The elevator ding announced they’d reached their level and Colin grasped his hand and pulled him out into the hall. He yanked his hand out and whipped it around Colin’s thin wrist, reversing the hold. “Don’t drag me,” Hawk said nonchalantly.
    “I’m sorry. You’re just one of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen…and you’re a Marine.”
    Hawk stopped abruptly and had to take a deep breath to keep his eyes from revealing flecks of gold that appeared like burning embers escaping from a fire. A fucking jarhead. “I wasn’t a fucking Marine… I’m a SEAL. That’s Navy,” he said, annoyed.
    Colin turned when they’d reached their door and shrugged at his mistake, like it was nothing. “Oh my bad. But you said you were in the best one.”
    “I also said I was in the Special Forces.”
    “I know.”
    “Forget it. Just open the door, Colin.” Hawk wouldn’t waste another millisecond on Colin’s ignorance of the branches of the military. But it did grate on his nerves that many civilians could be so blasé about all the freedoms and privileges they had living in this great country… and just who provided that freedom for them.
    “Hey, I didn’t like hit a sensitive spot for you, did I?” Colin slipped inside but didn’t let the door click back shut. “I mean you’re not gonna like kill me by crushing my chest with one precise punch, making one of my ribs strategically puncture my lung?”
    Hawk laughed out loud. He shook his head at his date’s unique sense of humor. “One, this is not a really bad Jet Li movie, and two, if I wanted to kill you I wouldn’t do it that way… I’d simply snap your neck.”
    Colin’s mouth was wide open and he’d yet to let the door close and lock shut.
    Hawk draped his leather coat over the foot of the bed and slowly advanced on the shaken man. “Relax,” he whispered. “I’m a lover, not a fighter.”
    “Bullshit, tiger eyes.”
    Hawk narrowed his eyes at the nickname. “You’re right. That was bullshit. I should’ve said: I’m not here to fight.”
    “You’re here to make love.” Colin grinned and let the door shut.
    Hawk didn’t respond to that. He’d loved once and this was hardly a comparison. Hawk got a firm grip on the back of Colin’s neck and took a large chunk of his throat into his mouth. He sucked hard, enjoying the small man’s gasping and moaning. He brought his other hand around Colin’s back and gripped his tight ass, massaging it thoroughly. Hawk licked his way to Colin’s ear, noticing the man was chasing his mouth. He pulled Colin further into the room and didn’t stop progressing until the back of his date’s legs hit the edge of the bed and he gave one solid push, propelling him backwards.
    “Hey. Wait just a damn minute. I know some guys like that rough shit, but you just met one that doesn’t. So tamp down the pushing and shoving, SEAL. Besides, coming from someone like you, it’s a tad intimidating,” Colin said, all while removing his shirt and getting more comfortable.
    “What’d you say?” Hawk squinted his eyes.
    “You heard me.” Colin met his eyes,