Page 11 of Hit Man
Naughty, come-play-with-me eyes.
Do I want to play? Be daring, be bold? I did a few seconds ago . . .
“Did you have too much to drink? Wander into the wrong bungalow?” I mean, pinch me, please. Things like this don’t happen to me. My life is rather predictable. Boring, perhaps.
“I’m waiting for you.”
He pulls back the crisp white bedsheet.
Lord have mercy but do I need another shot. Liquid courage. Drunken bravado. Whatever. The sheet settles around his waist and I’m treated to a mouthwatering display of muscled chest. My gaze drops lower to the taut plains and valleys of his abs. And lower still . . . to the prominent bulge highlighted against the thin cotton material.
He’s naked.
My lips part in surprise.
“That’s for you,chava.”
Oh my God. He knows exactly the effect he has on me, doesn’t he?
“I don’t remember inviting you in.”
“Don’t you? I could have pushed your lovely body up against that window, hiked up your skimpy red dress, and taken you right there, in front of all those dancers. And guess what, you’d have begged me to do it.”
I blink.
There’s confidence and there’s arrogance. Even if what he’s saying is true . . .
“You playing hard to get?” he murmurs. Yet his tone is firm, no-nonsense.
“Hard to get . . . no . . .”
“Then come here.”
I don’t move. Hell, I can’t. My head’s spinning as fast as my heart’s pounding. His bold proposition is tempting . . . so tempting . . .
No one will know. But you. And him.
He sighs, sitting up in bed and folding the sheet back. With slow, smoothly deliberate movements, he slides out of bed to stand before me.
But he looks past me to the painting on the wall. “I’m not fucking you withun campo lleno de vacaswatching us.” Moving around me, he scoops up my red dress and tosses it at the picture. It snags on the wooden frame, completely covering the pastoral scene.
“Much better,” he informs me, the tone of his voice less of a rumble and more at a normal pitch.
“You’re awfully presumptuous.”
“Tell me to leave and I will.”
I bite my lip. Isn’t it so much easier with him going all alpha on me?
“Sí?”
I pause in indecision. A feeling as foreign to me as discovering a guy so hot, so far removed from my world, my realm of possibility, is inmybed, where I want him to stay.
He gives me a lopsided grin.
A killer grin, with a little dimple that causes butterflies to flutter about inside my stomach.
A seasoned seducer, who probably charms the panties off every woman he meets. I mean, just look at him. Of course he does.
