Page 41 of Stolen By the Hit Man
Her steady gaze grounds me. Her sharp wit has me by the throat. Her bravery and resilience bring me to my knees.
And yet her softness when we’re alone makes me feel like I’m happily drowning.
Cupping her neck, I pull her down for a deep, claiming kiss, swallowing her moans.
We’re both so breathless, but neither of us wants this to end. I reach down between our bodies, letting my thumb find her pretty little clit once more. “Are you gonna come for me again?”
She gives the sexiest little squeak as I toy with her, working her over as our shared rhythm intensifies.
“Don’t stop…please…”
“Never,” I grind out.
Whatever happens after today, after next week, is out of my head. All I know is I need to be by her side. I don’t know what that’s going to look like, I just know it’s going to be. I know it as well as I know my own name.
Finally, my body tenses, and then every ounce of tension is unleashed.
I come as I’m buried to the hilt.
“Jasmyn!” I roar her name as well as a few choice curse words. The intensity is almost too great.
She cries out as she climaxes again, her sweet cunt milking every last drop from me.
My caveman brain wishes there was no barrier between us. It’s messed up how much I want that.
And I’m still rigid as hell afterward.
Slowly, carefully, we peel away from each other.
I completely forgot my jeans were still wrapped around my shins. I shuck them off angrily, ready to go again.
Slow down, cowboy.
Jasmyn reaches for me again, but I insist on cleaning myself up first before spooning with her on the bed.
She shivers and even laughs in waves as I hold her from behind.
I hook my arm around her front, drawing her in close.
The warm scent of her hair fills my lungs. I close my eyes and listen to her breathing, her quiet laughter, and her chatter.
“That was…yeah…wow…you just…wrecked me…”
I let my touch wander downward, exploring all her soft curves, until she slightly opens her legs for me. The perfect, toasty warm spot.
“Careful, you’re gonna give me a big head.”
“Too late.”
That makes me snort.
“Something just occurred to me,” I say, my hand firmly planted between her thighs as I run kisses down the back of her neck.
“What’s that?” Jasmyn asks lazily.
“You’re the first woman I’ve brought home to my bed.”
She doesn’t respond right away, but her sweet ass pushes back as I keep up the kissing while gripping her soft inner thigh.
