Savage Collision: A Hawke Family Novel (The Hawke Family Book 1) (8 page)

I wait, not so patiently, and within seconds, those three little dots appear and my stomach does somersaults. The three dots are slow torture. Whoever invented them knew exactly what they were doing to people.

Oh, crap! I never gave him my number! What if he doesn’t even know it’s me?

> I was wondering when you were going to use that number I left you. I’m just getting into bed. <

The image of Savage, naked, sprawled across a huge bed, assaults my brain and I clamp my thighs together again with a frustrated whimper.

Goddamn this man and what he does to me.

Finding release has never been a problem for me, nor has finding a partner to do it, but ever since I met him,
nothing
seems to satisfy my soul-aching need for him. My dalliance with Max was wholly unfulfilling and after going through a Costco-sized box of batteries in the last two weeks, I’m surprised my poor, abused BOB is still functioning.

But I need to keep cool. I can’t let him know what he has done to me, how much I’ve been obsessing over him the last two days, and every single day since we met.

< How is your trip? >

> It would be a lot better if you were here. <

I grin as I consider my response. Flirting via text message isn’t usually my thing. Usually I’m direct and just ask where we can meet to get down to business, but with him two thousand miles away, what other choice do I have?

< What would be happening if I was there? >

Almost immediately, my phone rings in my hand, startling me and making my heart jump in my chest.

Fuck, it’s him!

I can’t not answer it, but now I feel a little stupid for texting him in the middle of the night.
Shit.
I take a deep breath and hit “Accept.” Trying to sound nonchalant is impossible at this point, but I give it a shot anyway, “Hey.”

“Hey, yourself,” he replies, his deep voice sending chills down my spine and doing nothing to disperse the annoying throb between my thighs.

“What’s up?”

What’s up? Really, Danika? Are you ten? He’s in bed at midnight, what the fuck do you think is up, besides maybe his dick?

He chuckles softly before responding, “My dick.”

Moisture pools between my legs. God, I bet his cock is hard and thick just like the rest of him.

Is he touching himself?

Jesus Christ…

Watching a man stroke his own cock is just about the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced and imagining Savage doing it has my body begging for it, despite knowing he’s hours away.

I slide my hand down between my legs and find my wet core. I’ve been practically dripping since meeting Savage, and with the visions in my head right now, it’s more like a tidal wave.

The slow glide of my finger over my clit has me biting back a groan. He doesn’t need the ego boost of knowing what I’m doing right now. For all I know, he’s just joking about having an erection.

If it is a joke, he is one sick bastard.

I grip my cock in my right hand while I hold the phone to my ear with my left. It was rock hard the second she texted me. There is only one reason someone texts you after midnight—because they are horny and thinking about you.

Score one for Team Savage.

Her sharp intake of breath lets me know she heard me and that she’s still there. I patiently wait for her response. Is she going to bite? Or will she pretend to ignore the invitation I’ve just offered her?

I’m a phone sex virgin and have no fucking clue what I’m doing here. Not being in control, not being able to anticipate her response, throws me off-kilter. Waiting for her reply is killing me.

She clears her throat and I smile, imagining her flushed face and breasts. I’ve already come to love seeing the spread of that red, and knowing I’m the one who put it there. I only hope my words had that effect on her. Given the way she reacted to me at dinner, I would place my money on yes.

“Really?” she asks in a quiet, breathy voice.

She took the bait!

“Uh-huh.” I stroke my cock slowly, desperately wanting her to join me in what has become my nightly activity since I met her. “What’s up with you? Why are you still awake at 2:00 a.m.?”

Shit, that wasn’t sexy at all. Way to shoot yourself in the foot.

Her chuckle echoes through the phone and I picture her beautiful smile, directed at me.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“Oh, and you thought talking to me might bore you enough to render you unconscious?” I lace my comment with sarcasm, hoping she’ll understand I’m only joking.

Silence meets me and I’m suddenly worried I’ve stepped too far.
Shit, Danika, don’t disappear on me.

“Oh, shut the fuck up, you arrogant prick. You know what I meant and you know damn well you are the reason I can’t sleep.”

Yes!

My heart lurches into my throat at her confession, and the throb in my cock resurges. “Actually, no, I didn’t know that. I can hope, but…”

She huffs and I can practically see her rolling those gorgeous blue eyes at me.

“Oh, come on, look at you…” She trails off and I close my eyes, wincing slightly, because she has no idea what her words actually mean. She can’t know, because I haven’t told her.

Switch topics.

“I’d rather look at you, or at least think about looking at you.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?” Her voice is breathy and I can’t help but hope her heart is racing in anticipation the way mine is. It’s almost beating out of my chest.

“Because just picturing the way you looked when you stormed into my office that day gets me hard as a fucking rock.”

She doesn’t respond but I can hear her heavy breathing over the line, which tells me she at least hasn’t hung up on me yet.

Take the leap, Savage, just tell her exactly what she does to you.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” I confess, resuming the slow glide of my hand up and down my length. “I’ve jerked off too many times to count thinking about you over the last two weeks, and it’s only gotten worse since our dinner.”

Another agonizing pause has me questioning the sanity of being so honest. I barely know this woman. I should keep my damn mouth shut. It’s one thing to casually joke about it and flirt over dinner, but this is very real. Maybe I took it a step too far.

“I’m glad to hear I’m not the only one.” Her words are quiet but clear, and blood rushes in my ears at her admission. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, either.”

Ding! Ding! Ding! Round one to Savage.
Getting her to admit she feels something other than disgust for me is a major win as far as I’m concerned. Her body may have given her away at dinner, but to hear the words out of her mouth confirms everything I’ve hoped for.

Now, I just need to ease into this. “What do you think about?”

No way I’m jumping off this cliff unless she takes the lead. I’m not going to scare her away now, but goddamn, I hope she’s ready to leap because I sure as fuck am.

She lets out a breathy sigh and I hear a rustle of covers.

Dear God, please let her be touching herself under those sheets.

“You…touching me.”

FUCK YES!

I struggle to swallow against the sudden dryness of my throat. “Touching you where?”

“Everywhere.”

Images of her swollen breasts, impossibly long legs, and pale white skin against the darkened skin of my hands has me ready to come quicker than any porn I’ve ever watched.

“Tell me what you’re doing,” I command, my hand setting a steady, slow rhythm up and down my cock. The brush of my own skin against my needy flesh does in no way compare to how she would feel wrapped around me, but if I think about that too much, I’ll blow my load right now.

“Touching myself,” she murmurs, and the visual of her, sprawled out naked on her bed, her hand between her legs, her pussy glistening with her arousal, has me groaning into the phone.

“I wish I was there. I would bury my face in your cunt and lick you slowly before sliding my tongue into you and sucking on your clit until you scream my name, come all over my face, and beg me to stop.”

A moan floats out from the phone at my words and her breathing becomes more of a desperate panting.

She’s close already. Good, because I won’t fucking last much longer.

My hand continues to pump my cock in a rhythm designed to keep me dangerously close to the edge. I don’t expect her to respond. Her throaty moans, gasps, and panting are enough to make me want to blow my load.

“I wish I was sucking your cock right now.” Her words stun me momentarily and my hand stills on my cock before returning to a more intense motion.

FUCK!

“Me, too. Sliding my cock into your hot, wet mouth right now would be fucking paradise.”

She moans and her breathing picks up and I know it’s time to take her over the edge.

“When I pull my cock from your sweet mouth, I won’t waste any time sliding it through your wet pussy and slamming into your tight, wet cunt.”

A strangled cry alerts me to her release and I picture her body bowing up off of the bed while her finger swirls around her clit. “Fuck…”

Her breathy curse pushes me over the edge and I roar as I come, shooting my cum all across my stomach and chest.

“Did you come?” she asks a moment later, after I’ve finally descended from the heavenly high.

“Uh, yeah, Danika, I have the evidence all over my stomach right now.”

She responds without hesitation, “Show me.”

I grin and hang up so I can access the camera on my phone. If she wants it, I’ll show it to her.

After hitting “Send,” I wait a few seconds to give her time to examine the photo. I know what she’s seeing—my chest and abs coated in cum and my still-hard cock jutting out from the edge of white sheets, resting against my stomach.

This will either scare her off or make her come running.

I call her and wait for her to pick up.

“Fuck, I am in so much trouble,” she mumbles by way of answer.

There’s no stopping my grin at her response. I’m glad she can’t see me right now because if she really knew how much that meant to me, she would probably run screaming for the hills. Although, that’s probably just a matter of time anyway.

The rest of the week in San Diego attending family gatherings and activities planned by my over-zealous mother dragged slowly. Just about the only thing that was even remotely bearable was the entire day we spent at the world-famous zoo.

Seeing the look of enjoyment and wonder on my three-year-old niece’s face made me really appreciate what I have in my family, even though they were relentless in questioning me about who I was texting with all day and why I had “that shit-eating grin on my face all the time.”

I guess I’m not very good at hiding my feelings. I always thought that was a good thing. I’ve always prided myself on being an open book. Like I told Danika at dinner, I always endeavor to be honest with people about everything.