Page 15 of Kissing the Hitman


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“At precisely this minute? You.”

I hurry her inside the hotel and through the lobby. If we don’t get to a private place soon, I might embarrass us both in various unforgettable ways. The elevator arrives swiftly. The minute the doors close, I’m on her, my mouth sealed across hers. My fingers pull at the waistband of her sweater until her skin is exposed. She gasps as I splay my cold hands across her back and pull her tighter.

The elevator door dings open, and I walk us backward, refusing to separate from her. We tumble into the room. My booted heel kicks the door shut. Inside, I break away to scoop her into my arms.

“Now’s the time to make demands.”

She gives me a sloe-eyed peek from under her lashes. “What if I want everything?”

I feel my stone face cracking. It could be my heart too. “Then everything is what you’ll get.” I set her down on the bed.

As an assassin, I pay attention to details. I notice when one book on the shelf has been moved because the spine doesn’t perfectly align with the others. I can tell if a man is cheating on his wife by how often he looks at his phone during dinner. I can tell the truth from a lie by how many times the speaker swallows.

And now I can see the flicker of excitement in her eyes, the rapid pulse of her heart at the base of her neck, and the swiftness of her breath to mean arousal and need, not fear.

I’m a careful man. I like to plan and plot. I tell her so this is going to take a while.

“The sex?” Her eyebrows shoot up.

“The seduction,” I correct.

I raise her wrist to my mouth and press my lips against the soft skin. She shudders. “To give you everything, I need to know every part of your body, how it reacts to my lips, to my fingers, to my breath.”

“I’m sure I’ll like it all.”

“I want to know what you like best. Is it my tongue here?” I lick the wrist. “Or here?” I move to the elbow.

She squirms. “I like it all.”

“So do I.” My cock pulses in time with my heart, urging me to get on with it, to spread her legs, to sink inside the hot, wet pussy. I ignore it and kiss her biceps and then her shoulder. “You ready for this to come off?”

The nod is eager. I grin and pull her sweater over her head. The sight of all her skin, her titties bound up in black satin and lace sets me back in my heels.

“You’re making me nervous.” Her hands come up to cover herself. I push them aside.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, and I don’t think I should be allowed to touch you, but I’ve never been a law-abiding citizen and I’m not going to start now.” I sweep my hands up the sides of her torso until my thumbs hit her tits. While my hands are pinching her nipples to peaks, I lean forward and kiss her until she’s breathless. Her skirt is next. Staring at the damp patch between her legs, I swallow hard. “What do you want now?” I growl.

Her fingers come fluttering down to her waist. “Doesn’t this fall under everything?”

She can’t bring herself to say it, which makes me want to hear it all the more. “You want me to touch you? Lick you? Suck you?”

“Touch me.”

“Here?” I stroke the delicate skin of her inner thigh. The fabric of her panties shifts as she clenches her pussy.

“Yes, but higher.”

I run a finger along the elastic snugged inside of her thigh crease. “This the right spot?”

“God, no, please here.” She grabs my fingers and drags them to her cunt lips. I rip the satin aside and fix my mouth to her sex. She cries out and buries her hands in my hair. She’s soft and wet and hot and my head is spinning. Good thing I’m on my knees. I devour her, fucking eat her like I’m a man who hasn’t been fed in a month. My chin and cheeks are drenched with her scent, her juice,her.This is everything and yet not even a fraction of what I need.

I thrust my fingers inside of her. Her hips jerk upward.

“God, Finnick!” she cries.

“Come for me, starlight.” My free hand fumbles at the fastening of my jeans. I reach in and pull my hard cock out. “I’m taking you now.”

And then I push inside of her.

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