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They won’t come up for air…until I do.”
    Her mouth parted in a silent gasp.
    “Trust me,” he said, and slipped a finger between her lace panties and curls.

    * * * *

    Liz gasped. What was she doing? Exactly what she’d sworn she wouldn’t do; throwing herself at her daughter’s young professor.
    Because you trust him. Liz startled at the unexpected thought.
    He bent his head to the spot where her neck met shoulder. His warm breath washed across the sensitive spot he gently nibbled. Her senses blurred. He slid a finger into her folds. Liz clamped her legs together. Her thighs tightened around his waist and her mind registered the throb of her clit against his rigid length. She reflexively pulled back, but he grasped a thigh, keeping her tight against him.
    “No.” His hoarse whisper sent a shiver through her.  
    Liz remained stock still at feel of the long digit that played at the entrance to her channel.
    “You’re so wet,” he murmured. “I could fuck you right now.” He drove his finger inside.
    The invasion caught her off guard, then pleasure followed hard and fast. She gulped air. His finger rammed in and out. Desire raged through her. His head dipped and he sucked a nipple through her cotton dress. Tiny tendrils of pleasure spiked from the sensitive bud. He thrust harder. Her mind muddled. She should stop him. Her heart pounded. Liz braced her hands on the seat behind her and pulsed into his finger.
    He released her nipple, then pressed his mouth to her ear. “That’s it, sweetheart.”
    Heat rocketed through her at the sound of his deep voice. Her clit tightened. God. She was close. Hawk pulled her skirt waist-high, and Liz jerked her head up to see him staring at her curls, eyes dark with desire as his finger sawed in and out. He yanked his finger out. She jolted with the sudden loss, but he dropped to a squat before she could respond, and covered her pussy with his mouth.
    His tongue swept up through her folds. She swallowed a groan. He parted her pussy lips wide and closed his lips around her clit, then sucked. Liz trembled, eyes glued to him as he sucked harder. Pleasure crashed through her from the inside out. She couldn’t prevent a cry and clamped her legs tight around his head. He didn’t miss a beat, his sucking rhythm pulling, pulling, pulling until she spiralled out of control. Orgasm burst through her. Her body clenched. Liz drove her fingers into his dark hair as a second spasm rocked her, then a third, smaller orgasm tightened her body before relaxing.
    Pleasure subsided. He gently kissed her pussy, licked, and kissed again, then drew her dress down over her legs. He stood and drew her close. Liz collapsed into his embrace without resistance. Hawk hugged her, and she breathed deep of his earthy scent, immensely glad for the comforting warmth. Then embarrassment heated her cheeks. How could she look him in the eye? What about Emma?
    Liz groaned and straightened from him. “I’m so sorry.”
    “I’m sure as hell not.” He draped an elbow over the open window. “I’ll do that again the first chance you give me—and more.”
    She tried not to fidget, despite awareness of her cream-soaked thighs. “This shouldn’t have happened in the first place. And on the side of the road, for God’s sake. It can’t happen again.”
    “Nonsense.” He grasped her chin with two fingers. “You’ll get over the embarrassment soon enough.” A corner of his mouth lifted in a smile that sent butterflies skittering across her stomach. “I promise.”
    “Professor—”
    “Hawk,” he corrected. “You can’t think of calling me ‘Professor’ after that. Get up.” He gave the side of her leg a gentle pat.
    She rose on unsteady legs, and he reached for the duffle. He set the bag on the seat and pulled a pair of grey coveralls from inside.
    “Let’s get these on you and do a little digging.”
    “Really, is that a good idea?”
    “The best I’ve had all day.” He dropped a kiss on