Blog Tour Review & Giveaway: Sinful Rewards 10 – Cynthia Sax

Shannon’s Thoughts

Yay!  Finally, Belinda gets the full truth out of Hawke!!!  It’s only taken 5 or so installments for Bee to understand that this man is everything she’s always wanted.  It comes out in a fashion that is typical for Bee, as she rushes headlong into trying to save her man, but at least now she understands that she and Hawke are most definitely everything the other has ever wanted.

There a little bit more mystery about Mr. Friendly.  I’m anxious to discover just who this man is sending Bee on her little missions, especially when even I began to question if I really have the right person pegged as him.

I’m anxiously awaiting #11.  Cynthia Sax has created a storyline and characters that I can’t help but follow (and I generally don’t like serials).

“I’m not wearing anything.” I roll down his socks and place them neatly beside his boots. “I’m naked for you.”

“I noticed.” He plants his feet solidly on the floor. “I see your pretty pink nipples, your white skin.” He leans over my body, his form big and broad and powerful. “The red stripe on your ass.” From his vantage point, he can survey my entire form.

I rub my fingers up his denim-covered legs, savoring the muscles under the frayed fabric. “Are you watching me?” I stroke the ridge in his jeans, up and down, up and down. This man is mine, his arousal belonging to me.

“I’m always watching you.” Hawke pushes his hips toward me, shamelessly demanding more. “And I plan to wash every inch of you, with my hands, my lips, my tongue.”

“I’m a very dirty girl.” I pop the buttons of his fly one at a time, freeing him. “It might take a while.”

I tug down on his jeans, and the denim falls to the floor, revealing his proudly erect cock. My tattooed bad boy isn’t shy, his take-me-as-I-am stance moistening my mouth. I want to wrap my lips around him and suck him dry.

“I’ll take my time, sweetheart,” he drawls, his dark gaze fixed on my face. “Clean you right.”

“And if I don’t want you to take your time?” I trace his shaft with my fingertip, from his base to his tip, and he bobs, gratifyingly responsive to my touch. “If I want it hard and fast?”

“I’ll give you hard and fast.” Hawke bends, picks me up, hefting me over his shoulder. I gasp as my stomach connects with solid muscle and he slaps my ass, heating my skin.

We enter the shower stall in two strides. Hawke turns the water on and cold spray soaks my hair, plastering the tendrils against my skin.

“It’s freezing.” I smack his back with my palms.

“You wanted fast.” He chuckles, lowering me until my feet touch the floor. “The water takes time to warm up.”

He looms over me, my mountain of a man forming a protective overhang, his massive form shielding my body from the shower. Drops glisten on his closely cropped brown hair. Rivulets run down his chest, darkening the ink on the tattooed wings stretched across his collarbone.

“I warm up instantly.” My voice is husky. “When I’m with you.”

“Only when you’re with me.” He draws me closer to him, flattening my bare breasts against his chest, his skin warm, his muscles firm. “You chose me.” My eyelashes flutter as I delight in his proximity, his hardness prodding my stomach, his feet bracketing mine. “I’m the only person who makes you lose control.”

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