Page 63 of Leading Conviction
“I have an idea.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
“An idea? But I already likethisidea.” Hannah moaned in protest as Hawk pulled away from her. She felt downright sassy when he whirled her around to face the easel.
“You’ll like this idea, I promise.” He chuckled behind her and planted her paintbrush into her hand. “I want to see you paint the sky.”
“Hawk, please. I don’t want to paint right now. I need you.” She tried to rotate, only to have his palms land firmly on her shoulders.
It was probably wrong to fix her grief this way. She’d certainly done it once before. But this time, it wasn’t just sorrow fueling her decision, there was thankfulness, too. Without Thomas, Hawk wouldn’t be here with her now and she wouldn’t have her son. She’d mourned her friend deeply two years ago, and with Tommy, it was impossible for a day to go by without thinking of him and Hawk. But knowing now that Thomas had sacrificed his life to save Hawk’s helped mend the wound in her soul.
Hawk wasalive. And, more than anything, she wanted to feel his skin against hers. To feel her soul connect to his again in the dawn light like it had the first time they’d said “I love you.”
But the infuriating man’s grip wouldn’t budge, and frustration made her squirm.
“Hawk,” she huffed. “What’re you—”
“Paint, dove,” he whispered in her ear. He bit her earlobe, and a surprised moan slipped out of her. “Trust me.”
Her spine tingled with the feel of his sturdy chest at her back.
“O-okay,” she breathed.
Lightly tapping the bristles onto the palette, she gathered a bit of greenish blue. She’d combined the two colors until they perfectly matched the Blue Ridge mountains when the sun peeked over them.
Just as she put brush to canvas, Hawk’s wide, strong hands left her shoulders and caressed down her back to her sides. Her skin tingled underneath her shirt everywhere he touched. His chest still pressed to her back, hardly allowing any room between them as he slid over her curves and under her shirt.
His calloused hands were rough on her belly on their way up to her chest. Her heart stuttered at the thought he might feel her necklace hanging at the top of her cleavage, but he cupped her breasts and didn’t go any farther. When he caressed them, desire pooled in her panties and she moaned. Her entrance literally ached to be filled and she pushed her ass back into his hardening cock. With his fingers twirling around her nipples, the sensitive tips grew taut beneath the soft cotton of her shirt, sending zings of pleasure to her clit. She tightened her inner muscles, trying to give herself some relief.
“Hawk, please…”
His soft lips kissed behind her ear along her neck while he tweaked her nipples, building a fire in her core. When he got to her nape, he whispered again, his hot breath sending delicious shivers all over.
“Keep painting the sunrise, dove.”
His prompting made her realize the brush was poised above the canvas, dripping onto the lip of the easel.
“I’ll paint this stupid sunrise if you promise to make it worth my while,” she growled.
He chuckled as he kneeled behind her. “I promise I’ll make this view one you won’t forget.”
She swooped the brush downward to depict the light curve of a rolling valley just as Hawk’s hands left her breasts and stroked her own curves. His fingers curled into the waistband of her sleep shorts and slid them down along with her panties, leaving her bare to the breeze. After the fabric rounded her hips, he let it fall to her feet and crouched to follow them.
Her long T-shirt drifted against her thighs, but Hawk pushed up the hem. The warm, summer morning air skated over her skin and Hawk’s even hotter hands squeezed and kneaded her. She peered over her shoulder to see his hungry eyes staring up at her right as he bit her butt.
“Hawk!” She giggled.
“Get to work, Han.” His sensual grin made her pussy flutter. “I’m going to taste you, but while I do it, I want you to watch the sunrise. From now on, every time you see those colors, I want you to remember the pleasure I’m about to give you.”
Her eyes widened. “You’re going to dothatwhile I work?”
His charcoal gaze heated and before she could hop out of his grip, he smacked her ass.
“Hawk!”
“I’ll make you comeonlyif you paint while I do it. As soon as you stop, so do I.” His wink had her clit pulsing, begging for attention. “I want to see progress after I’m done making you come on my tongue. Paint me a pretty picture, dove.”
“Fine.” She dragged her eyes from the sexy man between her thighs to the stunning sunrise in front of her.
