Page 101 of Hit Man
His head is no longer cocked. “You trying to seduce me? Because I’m impossible to seduce,” he warns me.
“Is that right?” I give him a saucy grin and am rewarded with his own soft smile.
“We’re in the middle of an alleyway.”
“So?” I say, arching my eyebrows. “The first time I saw you, you stripped down to your birthday suit in the middle of a living room. Matter of fact, I’ve grown used to seeing you naked. Why play shy now?”
He grunts. “Shy? That’s not it at all.”
“What is it, then?”
“Time. Now isn’t the time for us.”
“You said that before.”
“I meant it before and I mean it now. I’m involved in dangerous work. You can’t be more a part of it than you’ve already been. I can’t tell you any more than that. I need to make new arrangements and see you safely gone. Mendoza could still be after you.”
“You paid a bounty. He’ll think the worst, won’t he?”
“It’s not a risk I’m willing to take.” He pauses, and draws me into his arms. “I’d want to hurt whoever harmed you.”
My throat hitches at the sincerity in his words.
“I don’t think I could . . .functionif something happened to you . . .” he adds softly.
I relax within his hold.
He cares. This passionate, beautiful, bossy man cares about me.
“You get it now?” he asks. But instead of staring down at me, he does the funniest thing, he glances up at the sky and shakes his head. Like he’s asking God for guidance. “A goddamn do-gooder. It just figures,” he mutters.
“I get it,” I whisper, finding the button on his black leather pants and unfastening it. “I get it. And now you’re getting something—seduced.”
“Now? Right here?”
“Now. Right here. You’re the one who is pressed for time.”
“Dios,” he murmurs with a cocky tilt of his head. “Give it your best shot.” He gently presses his thumb into my bottom lip. “Or maybe I’ll just fuck you against that wall, dirty girl?”
How he says them, rolling ther’s, makes me feel even dirtier . . . and aroused. “How about I let you choose where, and how hard and how fast? But first, take off your pants, Diego.”
He grins, dimples flashing, and does as I ask.
I reach beneath my skirt and slip out of my underwear, which I toss over my shoulder.
“Miss me?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Diego’s eyes shimmer with lust . . . and something else. He abruptly springs forward and hoists me into the air.
“Wrap your arms around my shoulders and press your thighs tight against my hips,” he orders. I’m barely in position before he arches his hips and slams up inside of me.
He hisses.
I moan like I’ve never felt anything so good.
