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and quietly pulled away from the drive. I watched my house through the rear view mirror, heart thumping in my chest until it faded from sight without any lights going on inside.
    He caressed my cheek before his hand moved down to the gear box. "You act like you never snuck out before."
    "I haven't," I confessed, embarrassment gurgling in my throat. "The time or two…"
    I trailed off, realizing I'd been on the verge of exposing just how inexperienced I was.
    "Time or two?" His voice gripped each word and then he graced me with that grunty little purr of his.
    "Can we not talk about this?" My voice sounded as pink to my ears as I knew my cheeks were.
    "Sweet tea," he purred at me, his hand moving off the stick shift to stroke my leg. "If we don't talk about it, how will I know if I'm moving too fast?"
    I snorted at that. "Hawk McKinley, you'll always move too fast for a girl like me."
    That was the God's truth. Even when he took it slow, it was still too fast and I was left sorting everything out in my head afterwards.
    Hawk gave my thigh a hard squeeze then upshifted. Ten minutes later, the Mustang pulled into his garage. We entered the house through the side door, out of sight of any neighbors still awake. I had hoped we could sit on the couch and talk for a bit, but he scooped me up -- every last shocked and delighted ounce of me -- and carried me straight to the bedroom.
    There was no hiding in the dark, either. Hawk placed me center of the bed, lights blazing above and around us. He draped his body over mine, our clothes still on, and started kissing me and running his hands along my arms, neck and face until I forgot how exposed I was and how much more exposed I would soon be.
    Once he had me squirming, he lifted off my body, balancing on one elbow while his free hand undid the buttons on my blouse. I had, of course, changed to the prettiest bra and underwear I had, the lace a pale rose that cast a pink blush on the surrounding skin. The bra hooked at the front. He released the clasp but left my breasts covered. Still kissing me, Hawk eased his hand under the fabric of the bra to massage my nipple.
    Feeling me tug at his t-shirt, he helped me get him out of it. Free to gawk at him, I soaked the beautiful sight in, noticing more details, like the tight, dark nipples. I licked my lips as my gaze traced the perimeter of one. His head dipped toward my mouth, his tongue stroking against mine as he palmed my breast.
    "I want to see you, all of you." I ran one hand against his muscled back, my fingers stroking the thick, curving contours.
    "You can look, but I want to see, too." He rose up onto his knees, his torso leaning slightly back as he gazed down on me. One finger trailed along my breast, pushing the lace from it. "Take this off, sweet tea."
    Feeling all elbows, I stripped the rest of my blouse away, followed by the bra. Staring at my breasts, Hawk placed one hand beneath my neck, forcing it to arch as the other bunched my skirt up around my hips so he could palm my mound.
    "Hold them for me, Ginny." His thumb hooked my mouth, dragging my head to the side. "Play with those lovely pink nipples for me."
    His words had me soaking through my panties. I only got wetter once I started pinching at the tips, pulling them taut as his thumb tapped slowly against the fabric covering my clit. My hips started to dance. I wanted to close my eyes from the sheer pleasure of it, but didn't want to stop looking at Hawk. My gaze jumped from the broad, sculpted chest up to the intense beauty of his eyes, down to the rippled abdomen then a quick cut to the side where veins bulged in the forearm, its dusting of hair leading down to the hand that gripped my pussy.
    Hawk's thumb still hooking my mouth, I nibbled and sucked at it in an attempt to control the need plucking at every nerve cell in my body. His head rolled back against his shoulders, his eyes fluttering shut. He bit at his lip while his stomach muscles pulled tight at the same