Page 16 of Delivered in White

As I said before… it’s been a while.

Even though his grunts and groans say ‘not interested,’ he sure is staying pretty close.

“This way.” He drags me away from my neighbor’s back door. “The Ring camera would sense our motion if we cut through there.”

“Well, we could just wave and pretend to be a happy couple.”

“Will you cut it out?”

“What? I’m just grateful I’m not on the floor.”

“I’m surprised you’re not still shaking from seeing two dead bodies,” he admits.

“Yep. I’m definitely in shock and on the verge of a meltdown very soon. Stay tuned.”

“Wonderful.” He huffs on the way to the driveway, then pulls me quickly behind the house, holding me against him like I might try to run away.

I hear voices down the street and Trino puts a hand over my mouth. It’s just the Gallaghers around the block, probably on a stroll, but that’s not what’s grabbing my attention. My backside is flush against his jeans, and I’m pretty sure there’s a hardening snake brushing up against me.

Heat flushes into my cheeks. I’ve never been in such an insane position before – in my neighbor’s yard with a smoking hot murderer who was just declared my fiancé, and who just saved my life. It’s making me hot all over. His embrace… it relaxes me in the oddest way.

I don’t know what comes over me, but I release all my tension and let my butt test whether my theory is true – maybe the prospect of marriage is already getting inside my head, but it’d be nice if my husband-to-be didn’t hate the idea. I’m breathing heavily in his hand. I know he feels it.

There’s heat between us.

He’s pretending like he’s listening for the family to pass, but there’s subtle movement in his hand, like he’s carefully tracing the skin of my cheek. And when I quietly moan, I feel his breath on my neck.

Is this really happening?

A thud from my house’s direction drops figurative ice water over my head. Whatever spell came over me is broken instantly, yet his warm hand is pulling away from my mouth, tracing down my chin…

I turn my head slightly, and his hand grabs my chin to push me the rest of the way, right near his juicy lips.

Nope!

I jerk my head back immediately and swing out of his grip. Is this man nuts? We could be shot any second. On second thought – am I nuts?

Hearing Mrs. Gallagher’s voice growing louder makes him grab my wrists to quiet me. He must think I’m easy like one of his strippers or something. I’m not easy. This whole ordeal is clearly screwing with my head. Heat or not, I’m certainly not for sale.Get your head on straight, Capri!

Ugh.I want to slap him in the face right now, but when I look into his eyes, I see all the things I shouldn’t. Suddenly, his touch is gentle. The way he smoothly lowers his hands to wrap mine, continuing the ruse of hiding out in the driveway… it sends butterflies fluttering all over my belly.

Being a man-whoring hitman isn’t sexy. But it is.He is.

I’m thinking of having our first pre-marital fight right here. Who knows when the hell the couple who own this house will be home? They could’ve gone out for groceries or something.

Whoa.

His big fingers forcefully grip me right above the seams of my shorts, and even though my belly sucks in from shock, my hand rushes to clamp over his arm and stop him. His instincts are spot-on, though. I’m cravingly hot for him, even though I’m in danger. Maybebecauseof it.

He growls at me, breathing hard.

It’s nice to know I have this effect on him. He wants me bad, and judging by the heat flushing into my cheeks, I guess the feeling’s mutual.

“I’m not one of your easy strippers,Trino. Don’t start thinking a rescue means the gates are open.”

His face scrunches in confusion. “The fuck?”

I narrow my eyes at him, then glance at his bulge, which is gigantic like him.Why did I stop him?My face is getting hot again. Goddamn this dry spell. I might actually have an orgasmwith this guy around. Then here I go stopping it because… standards.

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