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hips jerking once with lustful abandon. That moaning, cresting response was the only one Hawk would get, the only one he needed. His fingers slipped beneath the band of my panties as his mouth found mine. His tongue made feather strokes at the edges of my lips, seducing them into parting more fully as his grip against my pussy grew more possessive. He cupped my mound, the heel of his palm pressing firmly against the top split of my labia as a lone finger stroked lower down between them.
    I fought off a sultry whine of need until Hawk corrected me. "Sweet tea, I can't see you. Let me hear you moan."
    His hand shifted, curling so that the flat of his thumb nestled against my clit while that stroking finger moved to circle my hole. He dipped inside then withdrew, breaking the kiss long enough to suck my flavor from his finger.
    Back in, his tongue possessing my mouth, transferring my taste to me as he slowly fucked three fingers, hard and thick, into my cunt. His thumb rode the length of my clit and I started to wiggle, moving with him as my hands curled and clutched at his thick biceps.
    I mewled, my mouth still sealed to his. With a growl, Hawk abandoned my pussy to push my blouse up over my breasts. Uncupping one swollen tit from my bra, he bent his head and sucked the nipple as his fingers resumed their sweet torture between my tense and flexing thighs.
    "Come for me, sweet tea." He sucked the nipple deep into his mouth, taking in the areola and tip then pulling them taut as he drew back. "Moan for me. Let me feel this sweet pussy quiver around my fingers."
    His hands started to move faster, flexing, thinning, driving deep and fast into me. I began to buck, letting him hear me as I came around his fingers, my cream warm and thick against my thighs, my pussy pushing more out with each contraction. Tears streamed from me. He kissed them away before claiming my mouth once more, his fingers never ceasing until I was wrung out once more and collapsed against his broad chest.
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    I had no idea where things would go after Hawk finished kissing me and delivering the most intense, most sensual orgasms I had ever experienced. I know where he wanted us to go -- back to his rented house as soon as the storm cleared. He wanted to strip me bare and take me in his bed, to drive me to that same point of ecstasy as often as the night was long.
    I couldn't. Hawk McKinley isn't exactly the most anonymous person in Tupperville, neither am I. And, while the sprawling ranch he leased for the year isn't smack in the middle of Tupperville, it has neighbors close enough to see who's going in and out. The whole town would start gabbing five seconds after the first neighbor recognized me. Not to mention momma and daddy would be sick with worry because I was late already, and I needed to know they were okay, too.
    Folding me into his Mustang because my truck still wouldn't start, Hawk gave me one last growl and went around to the driver's side. "What time do your parents turn in?"
    Pretending to straighten my skirt, I mumbled ten.
    "And Beau?"
    My cheeks flushed hot. It was nobody's business if Beau spent most nights at Shelly's. "He's not a problem."
    I fidgeted, my hands jumping from the seat belt to the door lock to the air vent, all to avoid having them anywhere near my fevered flesh. My body still tingled with the memory of Hawk's touch, my stomach and insides squeezing around an invisible center as I thought of all the sweet, dirty, delicious things he said he wanted to do to me.
    "Then I'll be at the end of your drive, headlights off, at eleven," he warned. "If I don't see you, I'm grabbing my guitar and singing outside your window."
    "You can't! Why, daddy would--"
    Hawk stopped my protests with the clamp of his hand between my legs and a long, hard squeeze. "Eleven, sweet tea."
    Okay.
    At eleven-oh-five I slid back into the Mustang, moonlight glinting off an acoustic guitar in the backseat. Hearing me gasp, Hawk chuckled