Edge of the Heat 7 Read Free Page A

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    Hawk rolled his fingers, then glided them up her clit, exquisitely slow and lightly. God, he knew what she liked. His talented fingers slid back down, ever so slightly and she exploded, her orgasm taking her by surprise. Vivian stiffened as the intense waves of sensation coiled through her. She threw back her head and cried out, unable to stop herself. Hawk played her with his fingers, lightly sliding and gliding until she went limp, losing herself in the bliss of her release.
    Hawk pulled away from her and she felt the loss of his heat. She heard his door open, but she kept her eyes closed, enjoying the last waves of sensation that traveled through her. He opened her door swiftly and picked her up, pulling her out of the big truck as if she weighed nothing. Vivian put her head on his shoulder and sighed. She loved his strength. She hoped she didn't gain so much weight in the pregnancy that he wouldn't be able to carry her anymore. She opened her eyes and looked up into his strong face.
    He approached their front door and she dug in her bag for the keys, giggling as he crouched so she could reach the lock. He swept them over the threshold and she relaxed into his hold.
    "Where to?" he asked.
    "The bedroom," she responded at once and he raised one eyebrow at her, making her laugh. "Is that OK?" she asked.
    "Whatever the lady wants, the lady gets," he said, taking her through their lovely house that she adored so much, down the long hallway, to the last door on the left. He deposited her gently on the bed and stood back, watching her like a panther on the hunt. Vivian stood and pulled her dress over her head in one motion. She watched her husband's eyes follow her every move as she reached behind herself and undid the clasp of her bra. She'd been nervous as her body had filled out, her breasts getting heavier, her belly curving outwards, not knowing how Hawk would react to the changes, but she needn't have worried. She could read the lust clearly in his eyes. He wanted her as much now as he ever had.
    Vivian brought the ends of her bra to the front of her body, slowly, her eyes locked on her husband. His gaze was riveted on her skin, like he'd never seen breasts before. She pulled the bra away from her body and dropped it on the ground, then ran her hands up her body, starting at her hips, all the way to her breasts. He knew her so well, and she knew him too. If there was anything that made him hot it was watching her touch herself. Vivian lightly brushed her hands over her nipples, shivering at the intensity of his gaze. She grazed her palms back down over her hips and hooked her thumbs in her underwear, then stepped out of them, feeling him drink her in. She climbed onto the bed and lay on her side, waiting for him. She heard his belt unbuckle and his pants drop to the ground. Within an instant he was next to her, his hard length already nudging her backside.
    Vivian whimpered lightly as his work-roughened hands finally slid up her bare skin. She had wanted this all night. He spooned her, and kissed the back of her neck, brushing away her hair, then pulling it lightly, just enough to let her know who was in charge.
    Vivian let Hawk pull her head back, melting under his touches. His soft kisses trailed a path down her back, stirring her desire, awakening fresh need in her. She throbbed and groaned in passion, pushing herself backwards towards him.
    Hawk didn't make her wait long, he entered her from behind in one fluid motion that left her gasping. Vivian uttered a long, floating sigh. "Yes, Hawk, yes," she whispered as he shifted inside her and began a steady, tumultuous rhythm that sent her towards her silky edge.
    "You're mine, Vivian," he growled, and Vivian nodded eagerly, her hair bouncing on the pillow and around his face. God, she loved his deep, throaty rasp when he was inside her. She loved his possessiveness and protectiveness and everything masculine and male about him. She was his. She