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weakness.
     
    “Kiss me, Hawk,” she pleaded, tearing through my thoughts like a fucking Mack truck, and just as lethal as one.
     
    I jerked away from her, panting like I’d just run a marathon. Our eyes clung, and I was certain that the smoky hunger in hers matched what she saw in mine. She wore lust well, and for the first time I realized how truly beautiful she was. A man could get lost in her. I could, and that knowledge fucking brought me to my knees. I slammed my hands against the wall on either side of her head and crowded against her, this time in the ever present anger that was always there beneath the surface.
     
    “I don’t fucking do kissing,” I snarled down into her flushed face. “Your mouth is only good for one thing.” I steeled myself against the sudden hurt that I saw swimming in her eyes. “Remember that.” With that I pushed away from the wall and turned my back on her.
     
    I couldn’t let her get to me.
     
    I fucking couldn’t.

 
     
     
    Chapter 8
     
    Audra
     
    Speechless, I watched Hawk walk away. I couldn’t move, wondering what I’d done to provoke that kind of seething anger, sensing that it was more than just asking him to kiss me. My heart was racing, my blood was boiling, I was so turned-on that I could feel my clit throbbing, and I knew Hawk was turned-on too. So how could he just walk away like that, as if he were too good to kiss me, too good to satisfy my needs? What kind of man did that?
     
    A narcissistic prick, that’s who.
     
    Realizing that I was still leaning against the wall, broken and teary-eyed, I yanked my clothes back into place. Screw Hawk! I didn’t know what his demons were but it would be a cold day in hell before I let him get close to me like that again. I wasn’t a glutton for punishment, I didn’t like being hurt, and I prided myself on being a fast learner. Leaving Dane the very day that I had seen what kind of man he was, was proof of that.
     
    Wasn’t it?
     
    From here on out I needed to stay clear of Hawk, ignore him and the way he made me feel. I shouldn’t have been feeling anything anyway, he was a stranger. There might be women out there who could handle his particular brand of sex, but I wasn’t one of them. It was sad that he didn’t want the kind of touching and kissing that usually went along with sexual intimacy between partners, that he couldn’t seem to tolerate receiving it or giving it, but I needed it. I needed the closeness, and I’d be damned if I was going to let a man use me for his own selfish means.
     
    As I walked outside my gaze landed on the bikers. Hawk had joined his friends and his back was to me, but I could see enough to know that he was eating something. His friends watched my approach, and I wondered if they saw the truth on my face, that I wanted to hurt their asshole leader. Yeah, they saw, because they both began to smile knowingly, so it surprised me when one of them, Clay, seemed to detach himself from their conversation and turn his sole attention on me.
     
    “Want something to eat, baby?” Clay asked.
     
    Was that a trick question? I stared at him, about to blast him, when he reached inside the saddlebag hanging off the side of his bike and pulled out a wrapped sandwich. He handed it to me.
     
    “You better take this, it’ll be a while before we stop again.”
     
    “Thank you.” I moved to another tree and sank down against it, ignoring Hawk when he glanced my way. He certainly hadn’t cared if I got something to eat, the bastard. Before I knew it, Clay made his way over to me with a bottle of water. I gave him a smile, which he must have interpreted wrong, because the next thing I knew he was joining me.
     
    “Where are we going?” It occurred to me that I didn’t know. The sandwich was a thick ham and cheese on sourdough bread, and tastier than I’d anticipated.
     
    “Well, we’re headin’ home,” he responded, grinning. “Not sure what Hawk has in mind for