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the sky and ran for my truck.
    My-beat-the-hell-up, older-than-I-was, useless-Chevy-that-would-not-turn-the-fuck-over truck!
    Don't panic.
    Stay calm.
    Another sizzle of white flashed closer than before, the first thousand count not even finished rolling off my tongue when another booming crack shook the vehicle.
    The truck door flew open. A big hand reached inside to yank me from the cab and rush me to the office door. Rain falling hard and fast, I couldn't see who had hold of me, just that it was a male. I prayed it wasn't Dietrich.
    The man got the keys out of my hand, opened the door then pushed me inside. I fumbled for the light switch, flipped it and turned to see Hawk soaking wet and locking the door. He peeled off his t-shirt, and wrung it out over the trash can as he stared out the window.
    Words don't do justice to how good Hawk McKinley looks bare chested and dripping wet. Lean, with all the muscle groups clearly defined, he's absolute perfection. Hell, he has muscles I've never seen except in a magazine, like the one along the side of his stomach. Big as an avocado, it would fill my palm if I was brave enough to touch him. Perfect for bracing my hands against if I were on my knees and taking him in my mouth.
    I tried to shake the image and peel my eyes from his naked torso, but little details kept drawing me back. Like the small drops of rain that sparkled against his tanned chest. Wanting to lick every last drop away, my tongue felt about three times its normal size and the flesh between my legs started to swell and ache.
    Still holding the shirt over the trash can, it fell from Hawk's hands at the same time he dropped an F-bomb.
    "Fuck, funnel cloud. Come on, baby girl." Grabbing me by the arm, he hurried me into the windowless storage room and pressed me against one of the inside walls, his body shielding me.
    Feeling me tremble against him, he dipped his head and rubbed his cheek against mine. "Shh…sweet tea. It'll blow through."
    The building chose that instant to lose power, the lights going with a sharp pop. I started to shake harder. Closing my eyes, all I could see was daddy hurt and tornadoes barreling down at him.
    Hawk wrapped his arms around me and tugged me to the floor. He had me sitting across one of his muscled thighs, his other leg over mine as the rest of his big body cradled me. "Come on, Ginny, you've been through storms like this before."
    That was exactly the problem. A storm like this had all but killed daddy and erased everything he'd worked so hard to build. What would this one do? I didn't think I could lose anything else -- anyone else -- and survive.
    "Shh…" Hawk rubbed my arms then squeezed me more tightly. "This building is meant to stand up to an F4, sweet tea. That itty-bitty cloud is probably gone already. We're just going to sit awhile…shh"
    As he spoke, his reassuring strokes along my arm slowly altered. They elongated, punctuated by little squeezes that were soon joined by kisses across my cheeks and against my quivering mouth.
    "Wh-what are you doing?" My whole body was shaking by then, fear just one ingredient.
    "Distracting you, sweet tea." He kissed me again, that time slow and long. His hand moved from my arm to cup my breast and thumb one thick nipple through my blouse. "Is it working?"
    Too breathless to answer, I burrowed closer.
    Hawk shifted ever so slightly. All out of office-type clothes that week, I had thrown on a Sunday skirt that hung long and loose past my knees. His fingers found the hem then he smoothed them up my plump thighs to stroke at the outside of my panties and the flesh beneath.
    I moaned and buried my face against his neck.
    "Is that a yes , sweet tea?" He rubbed his face against my hair as his fingers kept moving. "Are you going to let me stroke and kiss the fear away? Let me tease this soft, sweet pussy as my tongue fucks its way past those trembling lips and all you can think of is how good it feels?"
    I pressed tighter against his chest, my