She shook the thought out of her head and ran her hands up his legs, feeling the thickened skin of a scar that ran from calf to thigh. Her fingers paused in awe, in respect. He’d had a hard life—and somehow had still preserved the gentleness in his heart.

Yes, she could do this.

Bending, she kissed his flat abs, then wrapped her hand around his erection. He was a bit longer than what she was familiar with and definitely thicker. His cock totally matched his build. Velvety smooth skin lay taut over the iron shaft beneath, and bulging veins ran upward to a thick helmet with a spongier texture.

Smiling, she used both hands, up and down, teasing him as he’d teased her—and then she swung a leg over him and moved on top.

Jesus, the woman was going to kill him.

Hawk froze as Kit straddled him, one knee on either side of his hips. Her wet, hot pussy flattened his dick before she raised up and curled her fingers around him. She positioned his shaft right there at her entrance.

“Kit.” His voice sounded as if he’d eaten rocks for supper.

A shiver ran through her, even as she tightened her hand around him. “If I need you to, you’ll stop. I know you will.”

Her trust in his honor flattened him. “Always.”

“Um, and if you need to stop, it’s fine too.”

Damn. The discovery that she didn’t need him to be invincible was startling.

Freeing.

Pulling in a breath, he studied her face. “How about a kiss first?”

Her laugh was a bit high, then she abandoned his dick to lean forward and kiss him again. Her pussy pressed him down, warming him with future promises. Her mouth was soft, and as he roamed his hands over her hips, her ass, and the sides of her breasts, her breathing sped back up.

There was that wiggle again. One of these days, he’d bury his face in that pussy and really make her squirm.

By the time he finished kissing her, she was several degrees warmer in his arms.

Sitting up, she lifted her ass and, once again, gripped his dick.

An inch went in, two inches. She came to a full stop, sucking air as if she’d run a mile.

“Slow as you want,” he reminded her. “Or we can quit.”

He had too many of his own memories of his father’s beatings. Of being helpless. Whatever she needed, he’d do. He rested his hands on her thighs and waited.

He’d wait forever if that was what the music called for.

“It’s weird, Hawk. I want you so bad I ache, and then I get scared, and then I want you.” Her lips pressed together, and she lowered herself—no, she fucking dropped right onto his cock.

They both gasped.