Page 28 of Stolen By the Hit Man
“You are crazy and I love it,” I say, embarrassed that I used the L-word.
He seems unfazed. If anything, Joaquin’s eyes grow darker, more intense.
“I’m fucking nuts for you, Jasmyn.”
Holy hell. My stupid little heart is mush.
Those tender yet firm lips work their way down my sternum, blazing a heated trail of hungry kisses down my torso. He pauses at my lower belly. He sweeps his lips over the round curve there, growling. “Fucking obsessed,” I think he says.
The truth is, I hate being touched on my stomach, and I’ve smacked people away for less intimate contact in that exact spot. I don’t know what it is about Joaquin, but his attention there has me gushing.
I cup my own breast while my fingernails lightly brush over his hair.
I let out a long sigh as his mouth travels lower. His broad shoulders knock my thighs out of the way, and he’s there. He’s all over me, between me, under me, inside me. He seems to be made of pure need, and all of it directed at me.
How does he do all that to me with his mouth? His tongue!
It’s so good, I’m transported to another place. It’s so good, I’m already sad that it’s eventually going to stop.
And what happens then? What happens when we stop blocking out the world? What’s going to become of us?
“Joaquin,” I murmur as I run my fingers through his cropped hair, stroking the back of his head. “What happens next?”
Chapter Fourteen
Joaquin
I hate that she even feels the need to ask.
What happens next?
My heart squeezes even as I’m tonguing her pussy.
What happens next? I could kick myself for not making myself clearer.
I look up at her, noticing the rapid rise and fall of her flushed breasts. Her curious gaze is so pure.
Of course, she needs to know what happens next. Jasmyn wants reassurances that what we have is not simply a one-time thing. She’s not interested in a hook-up.
“Next?” I repeat, raising an eyebrow. “Next I’m gonna run a bath…”
I continue my attentions to her beautiful, soaked pussy as I explain things to her.
“Then I’m gonna leave you alone and make you a hot drink while you bathe.”
She cries out as my tongue flattens out over her clit. I stroke up and down until she scrapes her nails against my scalp. That’s the stuff.
“Then we’re gonna go to sleep. And in the morning, we’ll get up and do it all over again. And the same for the next day, and the next. Because in case you didn’t know, you’re my girl now.”
I know it’s crazy. She lives in Tampa, and I live in Montana. I hate humidity, and I love the mountains. But none of that matters. Wherever Jasmyn is, that's where I’ll be.
Jasmyn bites her bee-stung bottom lip and smiles.
I can’t last much longer. I practically tear open my zipper and free my straining cock, fisting it hard as I finish her off a second time.
“I meant…oh god…wha-what happens next with…the shooting?”
I need her to stop worrying about all of that. It can’t be undone, but she didn’t do anything wrong.
