Page 107 of Leading Conviction
“Um, what?Dios mio, no, um, that’s uh—”
She looked to Hawk for help, but his heated gaze told her he was just as excited about the innuendo. He glanced away from her and cleared his throat as he faced Naomi.
“Uh, thanks for watching the little man, Naomi. But a plain old nap is just what we need.”
Naomi’s smirk proved she didn’t believe a damn word he said, but she raised her hands in surrender.
“Alright, fair enough. But like I said. Take all the time you need.” With that, she turned around and headed back to the kitchen.
When she was gone, Hannah glanced to Hawk to see mirth glinting in his eyes. Hannah covered her mouth to stifle a giggle, and he gently squeezed her hip before leading her down the hallway. They walked to his apartment in comfortable silence, passing by a room she hadn’t seen anyone go in and out of yet.
“Is that the guest room? Or Jason’s room, I guess, if he lived here?”
“Yeah, that’s the one. Why? You wanna stay there? Don’t like my room anymore?” He chuckled, but she could hear the uncertainty in his voice.
“Not me… but if it’s available, then Tommy might like it. He hasn’t had a nice room in a while, what with all of our moving around, and a boy deserves space to grow, you know? We could move him in tonight, if that’s okay?”
Surprise lifted his brows as he opened the door and ushered her inside his room. “Oh yeah? Sure. I, uh, I had a one-bedroom apartment I let the lease lapse on, but you could stay in my room and I can try to rent that out again until BlackStone expands—”
“Or…” she interrupted as he closed the door. “You could stay here… with me.”
His palm rested on the frame for a moment before he turned to place one hand on her shoulder and cup her cheek with the other. As he searched her eyes, she grasped his wrists and waited for him to find whatever he was looking for.
Stay, her mind whispered, but she bit her lip.
“I’ve always chosen you, dove. You know that, right? Even when it hurt.” He shook his head. “And leaving you? That fucking hurt.”
“I know that,” Hannah replied and caressed his cheek, her heart aching for the time they’d lost.
His eyes darted to her lip as he murmured low, “Good. Because I’m never leaving you again.”
CHAPTERTHIRTY-FIVE
That deliciously deep voice of his sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine. When he leaned toward her, she stood on her tiptoes and met his lips with hers. The kiss was soft and sweet until his hands roamed down her body. He skimmed beneath her blouse and spanned his large palms across her lower back before tugging her close.
She wrapped her arms around his neck to get a better angle for their kiss. When he bent down to grab underneath her legs, though, she clung to him, helping him pick her up. At that new height, she could easily dance her tongue with his. She squeezed her thighs around his waist while he cupped her ass cheeks and carried her to the bed.
“I forgot to tell you I love your outfit.” Hawk smiled against her lips. “I almost hate to take it off.”
She giggled. “I’d say we could keep it on, but I’ve already soaked one pair of jeans grinding on you, I need to feel your skin.”
On the last word, she scratched the back of his neck, eliciting a rough moan from his chest that vibrated against her breasts.
He climbed onto the bed and laid her out on the quilt. As soon as she landed on the mattress, she sat up to tear off his clothes, but he stopped her by pressing his hand on her chest. Even under the blouse, her hidden necklace warmed beneath his palm. Her heartbeat thrummed in anticipation as he pushed her to lay against her pillow.
“Patience, dove. You’re an artist. You know you can’t rush perfection.” His lips widened into a sexy smile that made her nipples perk up, begging for his tongue.
His hand left her chest to trail down her torso. She watched his appreciative eyes as he used both palms to glide over her waist before diving under the hem of her blouse. His nimble fingers teased the sensitive skin above the waistline of her jeans before making quick work of her button and zipper. Liquid arousal pooled in her panties at the thought of those fingers stroking inside her, but instead of delving inside the denim, he continued all the way down her legs.
He massaged down her left leg, making her moan at his gentle kneading as he moved along her calves to her ankle. Slowly, keeping his molten hot gaze on hers, he removed her blue heel and pressed a kiss inside her arch. His five o’clock shadow prickled her skin, making her toes curl, and a giggle escaped her.
He tossed the heel aside onto the mattress and transitioned to her left leg to give it the same treatment. Her head fell back as her tired muscles yielded to his touch.
“Dios mio, Hawk, this feels amazing.”
“Good,” he murmured against her arch in a kiss. “But I’m glad this is the first time you’ve worn these heels. It was hard to resist you before, but seeing you decked out in my favorite color made me want to do all my favorite things to you.”
“Like what?” She giggled.
