Page 164 of Wrecked
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“I’m escaping.” She shot him a smile. “Not really. I’ll be back in two minutes.” She padded into the hall bathroom and inserted her diaphragm. If he was willing to take a risk, so could she.
When she got back into bed, he snuggled close. “You smell good,” he murmured.
She kissed him, then she kissed him again. “Make love to me,” she whispered. “Just me, no costumes, no role play.”
He swept her into his arms. Even though his kiss was filled with so much tenderness, she started trembling again.
He stopped and whispered, “I got you. You can relax, baby. This is the good stuff. It doesn’t get any better than us.”
She pulled him close. “No condom. I put my diaphragm in, plus I’m on the pill. I don’t even think your potent troops can make it past that.”
In that moment, she let go of her fear and she loved him. Their kisses were tender and rough, soft and ravaging. He took his time, appreciating every inch of her body, and she his. They moved slowly, finding their way as new lovers do. But it was the possessive way he held her, the intense look of love in his eyes that made her feel safe and adored.
She was just Addison and he was just Hawk. No stories, no costumes, no leaving his bed when their lovemaking ended.
“Thank you for trusting me,” he said as he held her in his arms. “Loving you is the smartest thing I’ve ever done.”
Nicholas Hawk had wrecked her for any other man.
* * *
Hawk was a renewed man. He did not deserve to feel this good, yet he did. As he glanced across his office at Addison, he knew she was the reason. He’d never envisioned loving anyone again, but last night had given him hope.
That morning, they’d driven to Hawk Security. She, in a blonde wig, he hyper-aware of everyone in traffic. Being that it was impossible to know if they were being followed, he’d pulled over twice during their commute, just to make sure.
He had a team meeting in the executive conference room, where he introduced Addison as a consultant. After lunch, he worked in his office while she sat nearby at his conference table. Didn’t matter how many interruptions he had, she stayed laser-focused on her research. The CIA suspected Aziz Haqazzii of murdering Ronald and Melinda, but Addison wanted confirmation. He was confident her efforts would pay off.
His phone rang.
“Hey, Granddad,” he answered. “How are you feeling?”
“Much better, Nicky. I know you’re busy at work, but Grandmom and I are getting the family together tonight for a quick meeting at the farmhouse. Can you make it?”
He flicked his gaze to Addison. “I’ve got plans.”
“What time?”
“Eight.”
Addison pushed away from the conference table. Rubbing the back of her neck, she walked over to the window.
“Can you swing by at seven?” Granddad asked.
“I’ll have Addison with me.”
“That’s fine. See you then.” Granddad hung up.
Hawk slid his gaze to Addison. She was staring out the window. He sidled close and massaged her shoulders. “How’s it going?”
“That feels great.” She sighed. “I’m not making any progress at all.”
“Maybe you are, but it doesn’t feel that way.”
“What does that mean?”
“If you can’t ID the terror group responsible for their deaths, maybe their deaths aren’t connected.”
