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uncharacteristic compulsion to crush her to him. He flicked his tongue against her lips. She opened for him and he swept inside, tasting, sucking, thrusting as he would inside her pussy, if she’d let him. He wanted to taste her, all of her.
    She tentatively brushed her breasts against him, then slid a hand up his neck and fisted fingers in his hair. Hawk cupped her ass and lifted her so that her mound was level with his erection. He braced her against the seat and slowly undulated his hips against her, careful to find her cleft and fit himself to the folds. Her breath caught, and he thought he would come in his jeans.
    She abruptly pulled back. “Professor—”
    “Hawk,” he said with a hoarse laugh.
    “What?”
    “My friends call me Hawk.”
    “Hawkins,” she murmured, then, “Hawk, I think—”
    “No thinking, Liz.”
    She wiggled, and he tightened his grip on her ass.
    “You don’t understand,” she said in a breathless voice that threatened to send him over the edge.
    “I understand perfectly, sweetheart. You’re worried about the age difference.”
    “An age difference you’re not up to speed on.”
    “Not up to speed on?”
    He gave his heart a moment to slow, then lowered her feet back to the ground. When he leaned a shoulder against the door frame and crossed his arms over his chest, her gaze followed the action, then jerked back up to his face. His cock pulsed. Yeah, she wanted him.
    “Fill me in,” he said.
    She hesitated. “I’m not forty.”
    “So you said last night.”
    “Try forty-four.”
    He tried not to laugh. “Is this where I’m supposed to look shocked?”
    “Twelve years is a huge span,” she said.
    “Twelve years?” he repeated. “Who told you my age?”
    Startlement flickered in her eyes, and he realised he’d caught her. “That’s what you overheard Emma talking about, wasn’t it?” Liz tried to shove past him, but he straightened from the door frame, blocking her way. “What did she say, Liz? How good-looking I was, what a good lay I was? How perfect I might be for her mother?”
    “No,” Liz snapped. “If she’d said that, I wouldn’t have made a fool of myself at the school.”
    “But she said it when you spoke with her afterwards, didn’t she?”
    Liz’s gaze flicked past him, and he knew she was gauging a dash for her car.
    Hawk wrapped his arms around her. She jammed her hands between them, but he drew her close. “Are a few years age difference going to stop you from getting to know me?”
    “A few years?” she sputtered.
    “Statistics say women outlive men by ten years. Women don’t even reach their sexual peak until their forties, then they stay there for decades.”
    Her eyes narrowed. “You’re making that up.”
    “Am I? Look at you, sweetheart. Your body is humming. You’re a wet dream come to life.”
    “I—I am not.”
    He cut off the words with a kiss. Her mouth moved beneath his in a half-hearted attempt to continue the argument, but he thrust his tongue past her lips. She leaned into him, and he groaned. Hawk lifted her onto the seat and stepped closer so that his shaft pressed flush against her pussy. He cupped a breast and kneaded the flesh through the thin fabric of her dress.
    Hawk slid a wet kiss down her cheek to her neck. The sun had brought out a taste of salt and desire. Her head fell back and he continued downwards to the V-neck of her dress. He swiped his tongue between the fabric and her skin, then along the luxurious velvet rise of her full breast. She squirmed, and he loosened his crushing hug and coaxed her arms around him. God, how he wanted those arms and her long legs wrapped tight around him when he pistoned into her channel. They would both come hard. He slipped a hand under her dress.
    Her head snapped up. “Someone will see.”
    “They’re too absorbed in the dig.” He kissed her breast through the fabric.
    “You can’t be sure,” she insisted.
    He kissed the other nipple. “I know these students.