Angel heard Hawk’s smooth step, felt the mattress give as he sat next to her, and then the sudden, breathtaking release of the catch on her bra. A warm washcloth moved gently down her back, bathing away the last of the blood.
“Hurt?” asked Hawk, his voice gritty.
“No.”
Angel’s answer was barely a breath.
For a few moments there was only the soft sound of a damp cloth moving over skin. A pause, then Hawk’s fingers replaced the cloth.
“Such beautiful skin,” murmured Hawk. “Smooth, golden.”
He bent down. His mustache brushed over Angel’s shoulder.
“You smell like summer,” he said in a deep voice.
Angel’s breath stopped. Chills moved visibly over her, a helpless response to the silky touch of Hawk.
“This may sting,” he said, sitting up as though nothing had happened.
The salve was cool, as smooth as Hawk’s voice and fingers caressing her. Angel sighed, breathing again, her arms bent and her hands tucked beneath her chin.
Hawk pressed a bandage lightly into place over the twin puncture wounds. He gathered up the ends of Angel’s bra as though to fasten it in place again.
Then he let the lacy material slide from his fingers as he smoothed aside her braid and bent to kiss the nape of her neck.
Angel felt the heat of Hawk’s breath, his mouth, his chest rubbing lightly over her as he caressed the sensitive skin at the base of her neck. She shivered and would have turned over to face him, but Hawk put his hands on her shoulders, chaining her.
His mouth caressed her neck, her hairline, the curve of her skull; and then his hard tongue teased her ears. She moaned and moved reflexively, slowly, arching like a cat to increase the pressure of Hawk’s mouth.
Hawk murmured thickly as he slid the bra straps off Angel’s shoulders with a single swift motion of his hands. His tongue and teeth traced the graceful line of her back down to the sensitive hollow hidden beneath her black jeans. His hands caressed her calves, her thighs, the taut curve of her hips, the heat between her thighs, and all the while his mouth devoured her delicately, ravenously, a sensual assault that was like nothing Angel had ever experienced.
Only when Angel was twisting helplessly beneath Hawk’s knowing touch did he allow her to roll over. He pulled the bra free as she moved and threw it aside. His eyes blazed darkly, pupils dilated until there was little color, only desire.
Angel was more beautiful than Hawk had expected. She was more beautiful than anything he had ever seen. Flawless gold skin swelling into nipples flushed deepest rose, her eyes a soft green fire watching him, wanting him.
When he bent his mouth to her breasts, she tried to speak.
“Hawk – ”
“Hush,” he said, his voice gritty.
He wanted only silence and Angel’s beauty, her body’s heat surrounding him. It was too soon for the cold rain of lies to begin.
Hawk’s mouth closed over Angel’s breast, pulling the nipple deeply into his mouth.
The words she had been going to say scattered in the explosion of sensations radiating through her. She moaned and twisted slowly against his caressing mouth in a feminine demand that was as old as desire.
Yet it was new to Angel. Grant had never taken her into his mouth, had never scraped his teeth gently, savagely, over her until she wanted to scream with pleasure, had never stroked her with his tongue until she shivered and cried out. Grant had been cautious of the passion that consumed him each time he touched Angel.
Hawk was not.
Hawk let the currents of desire drive both of them to the heights of need. And then his hands moved quickly over Angel, taking her clothes, leaving her naked to his touch. His fingers tangled in the golden mound of hair below her navel, testing lightly the heat and hunger of her, rubbing over her, teasing her until she shuddered with the tension building in her, consuming her.
“Hawk – ”
His hand moved skillfully, heat showering, words stopping in Angel’s throat.
But not for long.
“Hawk – I’m not – experienced.”
The words came between the shudders of sensual tension that racked Angel’s body, teaching her more than she had ever thought to know about need and pleasure. She didn’t see the cold curl at the corner of Hawk’s mouth or the narrowing of his eyes, his savage anger that the lies had started so soon.
When Angel opened her eyes again, Hawk was naked, swooping down on her, covering her with his body like a raptor mantling its prey. She had no time to speak or think or conceal the cry of pain that came when he took her.
Hawk froze, astonishment and hunger struggling for control of his body until his emotions exploded into a searing rage.
“You can’t be a virgin!”
But even as Hawk denied it, he knew that Angel hadn’t lied.
The shock of Angel’s truth went through Hawk, shaking his certainties as nothing had since he was eighteen and his world had been shattered by a woman’s lies.
Like a cornered animal, Hawk fought to protect himself by attacking Angel.
“Hawk – ” Angel said hoarsely.
She moved reflexively, trying to ease the pressure of him inside her. The motion took control away from him, hurling him into unwanted pleasure.
“Damn you!” Hawk snarled, shuddering, raging against the release that was taking him whether he willed it to or not. “Damn you to hell!”
With a final shudder Hawk rolled aside, freeing Angel. He fought to control himself again, to absorb the terrible knowledge that Angel had not lied to him about being inexperienced. He didn’t understand what had happened. He didn’t understand her.
And Hawk must understand or his world would be utterly destroyed.
Again.
Chapter 14
Angel lay without moving, feeling Hawk’s condemnation sink into her more deeply than steel talons. A tangle of emotions swept over her – frustration, bafflement, pain, and finally anger, a fury so deep that it frightened her.
She had felt rage like this before. It had almost burned out all that was human in her.
Silently Angel fought for self-control, fought not to scream, fought not to curse a life that seemed to hold out the hope of happiness only to take it away, leaving her broken and struggling to survive.
“Why?” Angel asked, not hearing her own anguish, not even hearing the single word that had pierced her control.
“That’s my line!” Hawk retorted.
His voice was as savage as his eyes. He grabbed Angel’s shoulders, forcing her to look at him.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he demanded.
“I tried,” said Angel numbly, speaking without thinking, reduced to reflex and pain. “And then I thought you already knew.”
“How in Christ’s name would I know?” Hawk’s hands bit into her shoulders. “I thought you were sleeping with Derry and Carlson. You sure as hell didn’t respond like a virgin. You were as hot as anyone I’ve ever crawled into bed with.”
“Sleeping with Derry? Sleeping with Carlson?” Angel repeated the words without comprehending them. “But I told you. Derry’s like my brother and Carlson is a friend.”
“Women lie all the time.”
Silence came, silence and knowledge sinking into Angel, talons turning in her soul, tearing her apart.
“You think I’m a liar and a slut,” she whispered.
Angel shuddered as the knowledge went through her, breaking her as the automobile accident had once broken her.
Then the habits of self-control learned at such cost closed around Angel, holding her emotions suspended, sealing them away. She would deal with them later, when she had the strength. Right now it was enough that she didn’t unravel into hysteria.
The car wreck had been beyond her control.
This wasn’t.
I’m alive, physically whole, Angel told herself numbly. I made a mistake, a terrible, irretrievable mistake.
I’m not strong enough to reach through Hawk’s cruelty to the hurt and hunger and human needs beneath.
Assuming that he has such needs.
“You proved that you were half right, didn’t you?” Angel asked, her voice quiet, as empty as her eyes watching Hawk.
The change in Angel made Hawk deeply uneasy. He had expected hysterics, cursing, screaming, sweet lies and pleading, all the usual tricks of women.
He had expected anything but the eerie, porcelain calm of Angel’s face and the bleakness of her eyes.
“What does that mean?” asked Hawk warily, loosening his grip on Angel’s shoulders.
She slid off the bed, gathering her clothes as she went.
“It means that I feel like a slut,” she said calmly.
Abruptly Hawk gave vent to the rage that had flared when he realized that Angel had sold her virginity to a man who didn’t want it.
“What do you expect when you sleep with a man for pay?” he demanded.
Without a word Angel started out of the cabin. Hawk grabbed her wrist.
“Cut the act, Angel baby,” he said. “You want your quarter of the land sale and decided to ensure it in the oldest possible way. Your choice. If you had asked, I’d have told you that it was useless. Nothing’s going to make me buy Eagle Head but the land itself.”
“I don’t want Eagle Head sold,” Angel said distinctly, her voice without emotion or depth. “Derry does.”
She met Hawk’s eyes. There was nothing in her look but a color that was too dark to be called green.
“I owe Derry more than a man like you could understand,” Angel said calmly. “When Eagle Head is sold, the money will go to Derry. All of it. But you can’t believe that, can you? Your choice, Hawk.”
Angel looked down at the hand holding her wrist. When she spoke, her voice was calm, empty, final.
“Let go of me.”
Hawk stared at Angel for a moment before he released her. When she left, shutting the cockpit door behind her, he found himself wanting to follow her, hold her, take the emptiness from her eyes and her voice.
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