Page 49 of Leading Conviction
“It’s okay, Hannah, seriously. I’ll take what I can—”
“Get in the copilot’s seat,” she blurted out. His brows lifted again, wrinkling his forehead and she couldn’t help but grin over his confusion. “Please? I have an idea.”
Hawk watched her through the bulbous glass windshield with curious but wary eyes as he traveled around the helicopter. Hannah’s inner muscles fluttered at the sight of Hawk’s biceps flexing through the thin cotton of his long-sleeve black shirt. He grabbed the inside of the cockpit frame and pulled himself up into the copilot’s seat in one swoop. As soon as he sat down, she crawled over the controls and handles between them, and straddled Hawk.
“Oh… I think I know where you’re going with this,” Hawk chuckled as he gripped her ass through her jeans.
She tsked at him with a smile, “Nope. I don’t think you do. Not yet.”
While holding one of his hands, she grabbed a shoulder harness with her free hand.
“Hannah,” he grumbled in warning, but she shook her head.
“Please… trust me so I can trust you,” she pleaded, allowing her voice to sound as desperate as she felt.
It was symbolic more than anything. But being in charge of her own body in that moment would go a long way to healing the hurt he’d caused her soul. Her heart pounded as she waited for this powerful man to agree to play along, hoping she still had as much of an effect on him as he did on her.
The helicopter cockpit faced the dying sun, but she didn’t want to look at the view behind her when the man in front of her was so striking. Hawk’s warm charcoal gaze had the sun’s firelight in its depths. She nearly got lost in the colors as he searched her face and she waited with bated breath to see if he would refuse.
A slow smile lifted his lips, and relief lightened her chest.
“Alright.” He threaded his arms through the seat belt restraints and held on. “Do your worst, dove.”
Her pulse throbbed in her core as she strapped him in, making sure he was secure before she set her other plan in motion.
“You have to hold on the whole time,” she commanded as she swiveled over the growing bulge in his pants.
“I will.” His jaw clenched with determination. “Even if it kills me.”
He hissed a breath when she ground against him, holding on to his sturdy shoulders for balance. The urge to take his cock out of his pants and have her way with him was strong, but if she was truly honest with herself, she wasn’t ready.
She rotated her hips and rubbed her clit against his length in small rocking motions. Need built in her core as she found the perfect rhythm and her nipples pebbled underneath her shirt. Slowly, Hawk pushed his hips up and moved with her, creating a rhythm that made her inner muscles throb. Sunlight caught his tightening knuckles, making their dark-sienna shade shine and highlighting his need to let go of the seat belt restraints.
“You want to touch me, don’t you?” she huffed her tease, but he drove up into her, hitting her clit through her jeansjust rightand she moaned through the ache.
“You know I fucking do, dove. I can’t stand not touching you. But if this is what you need, I’ll give it to you. I always will.”
Her heart thundered in her chest at the sincerity in his gaze. Instead of confronting those emotions, she locked her fingers on his shoulders, ducked her head, and rocked faster and faster.
Her thighs burned with the motion and her clit grew more sensitive with each roll of her hips. Liquid arousal filled her panties and she couldn’t help the whimper that escaped.
“That’s it, dove, find your release,” Hawk murmured to her low, his voice thick with his own desire, encouraging her to go faster. “Damn, I’ve missed you.”
Despite the fact they were still completely clothed, need rose up in her core, twisting and tensing with every pulse against his cock. She keened as her pussy climbed higher toward that peak from the friction.
“Fuck, you’re going to make me come like this, Han. It’s been a long-ass time.”
That admission shocked her into pausing for a second and she opened her eyes, not realizing she’d closed them, to see his focused solely on her.
“H-how long?” she asked, worried about the answer, but curiosity got the best of her.
His eyes narrowed but a lilt of pride lifted his lips. “You know how long, baby.”
Not since me.
The answer whispered sensually over her mind as if he’d said it out loud. Stunned, she swallowed at the revelation. Suddenly, the need to be filled was overwhelming. Her pussy ached for him, but deep down, she still knew her heart wasn’t ready for that step. She couldn’t go another second without at least feeling his touch, though.
“Let go,” she whispered as she rocked forward again on the hard steel in his jeans.
