Hawk cursed himself.
As far as he knew, he had never stuttered, nor had he even lost words in all conversations he was in. He was the great Hawk Monsanto. He wouldn't go so far in business if he wasn't a good speaker. But in front of her, he cannot even get the right words to say! This girl surely was more difficult to deal with than business!
Seeing how lost he was, Simione's lips twitched invisibly and to not waste more time, she clawed her hands tighter at his back and pulled him toward her naked flesh. "If you like me that much," she said, intentionally sounding breathless, "Then show me,"
Her last words finished off the last string of control that Hawk had within himself and in split seconds he buried himself in her and started owning her nape, kissing and biting it at the same time.
