Page 6 of Wrecked
On a huff, she headed toward the elevator. She’d have to wait in the lobby and bum a ride from someone else.
A door opened.
“Hey, babe, I was in the shower,” Hawk called out.
She turned back. He stood there, a towel wrapped around his waist. Water dripped from his hair onto his shoulders and slid down his pecs.
So hot.
While she didn’t want to stop staring at his half-naked body, she couldn’t stand there gawking, so she flipped her gaze to his eyes.
His face was even better than his body.
The Hawk Effect.
“I’ll just meet you there,” she said.
He scowled at her. “Get your ass in here.” He retreated into his room.
She could grab a ride with anyone, but truth was, she liked him the best. From the minute she had joined ALPHA, they’d had this instant connection. Simply put, they just got each other.
She walked in and her brain skidded to a halt. Hawk was pulling on black boxer briefs, his tight, muscular, white ass on full display. She’d seen him in a bathing suit dozens of times, but never naked. If he turned, and she got an eyeful of Mr. Johnson, she might never recover. If his ass was that beautiful, the good stuff might just push her over the edge.
“Sorry,” he muttered as he turned toward her. “Shut my door.”
As she did, she swallowed, hard. “What took you so long?”
“Your mentee cornered me.” He pulled on long, black shorts.
Addison leaned against the wall because she wasnotsitting on his bed. “And?”
Hawk went through his suitcase in search of a clean shirt. Addison eyed his open closet door, walked over and sifted through them. She pulled a white one. “Wear this.”
She held it out for him and he shrugged into it.
“Did you know she’s a pilot?” he asked.
“Uh-huh.”
“She wants me to teach her how to fly helos,” Hawk said while buttoning his shirt.
When he finished, Addison laughed.
“What’s so funny?” His signature scowl made her pulse kick up a notch.
So handsome.
The only thing better than Hawk’s bare ass was a pissed-off Hawk. Sometimes she’d say something just to irritate him. His eyebrows would slash down, his stare would turn intense, his jaw would tick behind his chiseled cheeks.
She dropped her backpack on the bed and walked over to him. Then, she unfastened his second button.
“I like the way you think, baby.” He tipped her chin toward his. “You’ve never done this before.
“Easy.” She tapped his button with her fingernail. “You buttoned your shirt wrong.”
He glanced down. “What would I do without you?”
She kept her attention glued to the shirt as she unbuttoned, then re-buttoned it, but she could feel his heated gaze drilling into her.
