Page 89 of The Hitman and the Psychic

I lifted a brow, but couldn’t stop the grin that twisted my lips. Just imagining Stone punching Brandon a few times lightened my heart. I shook my head. I was a terrible person for wishing that, but since it didn’t actually happen, maybe I wasn’t so bad.

“I like seeing you smile like that. The sadness is gone, and you look ready to take on the world.”

My brows rose. “Really?”

“Yeah. It’s sexy as hell.”

My breath caught, and I grinned, turning toward him. “You know what’s sexy?” I pushed him back on the couch and moved onto his lap again. “You… without a shirt.”

I began to unbutton his shirt, running my fingers over his taut stomach muscles as I went. “You know… the first time I touched your skin, I felt an electric shock run through me.”

I undid the last button and spread his shirt apart. Taking in his sculpted muscles and defined pecs, I swallowed before spreading my hands over his skin, exploring every inch of his hot perfection. A soft moan escaped my lips.

My gaze met his, and heat surged through me. His dark, hypnotic gaze swept over me, and he reached for my waist, his hands slipping under my shirt to gently expose my skin. His fingers roamed over my ribs and lower back, giving me time to accept or reject his touch. I raised my arms, and he tugged my shirt up to push it over my head. I pulled it from my arms, sending it to the floor.

Gazing at my chest, he swallowed. My black lacy bra showed the swell of my breasts, and he raised his hand toward my collarbone, tracing a line from my neck to my cleavage. My skin tingled beneath his fingers, and shivers ran down my spine. I watched his eyes darken, and my pulse raced in response to the erotic feel of his touch.

He sat up, pushing his shirt off his arms, and bringing his hands around to support my back. He leaned in to trail kisses down my neck, and I ran my fingers through his hair. As he kissed the swell of my breasts, he released the bra clasp, and pulled it away from my skin.

“Oh, baby, oh baby.” Staring at my breasts, his husky voice sent my pulse racing. Then his fingers traced the long scar below my left breast and down my stomach. “From the accident?”

“Yes. It looks hideous—”

“No. It just means you survived something terrible.” His fingers brushed along the scar before he lowered his mouth to kiss the puckered skin. “You’re beautiful.”

Tracing the scar with his lips back to my breast, he used his tongue to caress first one, and then the other. I’d never thought my small breasts were anything special, but the way he suckled them sent all my worries out the window.

His breathy declaration sent fire through my core, and my body responded to his slightest touch, humming with anticipation and desire. Never in my life had I experienced such deep yearning for fulfillment.

His lips left my breasts and met my lips, his kisses gentle at first and then becoming more demanding. Sucking and tugging on my lips and tongue soon became an erotic dance.

Pulling away to breathe, he gathered me in his arms, tugging me tight against his naked flesh. Feeling his hard muscles and soft skin rubbing my breasts sent ripples of desire down my spine.

His lips found my ear, and his soft breath and wet tongue sent jolts of pleasure through my core. I returned the favor and kissed his neck, breathing in his amazing scent and feeling his pulse begin to race.

Urgency throbbed through my blood. I couldn’t wait any longer. I wanted to feel all of him. Sensing my readiness, Stone rose to his feet, still holding me in his arms, and kissed my lips. As my feet touched the ground, his hands moved to my jeans and he easily unclasped the button and pulled down the zipper.

He stepped away, breathing heavily while his gaze raked over my half-naked body. Feeling a sudden chill, I wanted to close the gap between us, but the way his eyes devoured me filled me with anticipation.

A smile tilted my lips, and I reached for the belt on his jeans. His left brow rose, but he did nothing to help me with the buckle. His breath caught as I undid his pants and pulled down the zipper.

That feeling of power only lasted a heartbeat before I glanced down at his flat stomach and the V between his hips. Holy hell. I wanted to shove his pants out of the way to see more, but I also wanted this moment to last.

The sexual tension between us was off the charts, and each second we waited made it more powerful. The desire in his eyes held a desperation that matched my own.

The last few days of keeping my distance from him was like holding back an avalanche. I didn’t know what we had, but he’d become much more to me than a job. Maybe none of this made sense, and I’d never see him again once the job was done, but right now, I’d take this moment over never having it at all.

He reached for me, but I stepped back. Doubt flared in his eyes until I kicked my shoes off and tugged my jeans down my hips. As they fell around my feet, I stepped out of them, wearing only a black, lace thong. He took a step toward me, but I held up my hand again.

Stopping, he swallowed, his eyes darkening as he drank in the sight of my body. He closed them for a split second, signs of strain on his face. “Babe… I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I want you so bad it hurts.”

Feeling more powerful, I slowly pushed my underwear down my body, watching his chest catch while he held his breath. Fully exposed and vulnerable, I stepped closer to him, trailing my fingers across his chest. He quivered at my touch, and I glanced into his eyes with a saucy grin. “I kind of like you like this.”

His lips twisted into that sexy grin of his, and it took all my will power to play this game I’d started. “Babe… you’re killing me.”

I glanced down at his jeans and my mouth went dry. I knew he was a big guy, but if that bulge was any indication,he wasn’t kidding about it hurting. “Uh… we’d better get you out of those.”

He bent down to take off his shoes and socks, before straightening. “You want to finish this?” He raised a brow, challenging me.

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