Page 14 of Hit Man
“Easy,” he hisses, then murmurs. “I didn’t expect . . .” He sucks in a breath, then adds, “We’ll take it slow anyway.”
“No, we’re not.”
His eyes flash wide. I’ve surprised him.
“Slow is for senior-citizen drivers and taxpayers.” And perfectionists with the single-minded goal of getting things right.
Tonight, fast feels right.
I arch my hips up off the mattress, forcing him impossibly deeper.
Tonight I’m going to be taken.
Tonight I’m going to be fucked . . . by him.
I roll my hips, and my eyes nearly roll back in my head as every nerve in my body comes alive. “What is your name?” I whisper.
“Diego.” Beautiful name. Beautiful naughty man. On my next roll, he moves his hips with me. Stars. Yep, I’m seeing stars and I’m not even dreaming.
“Aren’t you going to ask me for my name?” I push my ass into the mattress, and moan as his beautifulvergaslowly slides out of me.
“You like that, huh . . . Aubrey?” Inch by inch he fills me, cursing as he goes, ending with “Que rico.”
I grin, pleased he knows my name. And I like how he says my name, rolling therdeep within his throat. “Que rico,” I repeat, unfamiliar with the word but guessing it’s more sexy talk that somehow didn’t make my dictionary.
He pulls himself up onto his forearms and looks down at me. Serious as a button and exerting great self-control. Because I’m practically panting here with anticipation.
“How well do you know Mendoza?” he asks.
“Isn’t it some kind of sin for me to be discussing another man during sex?” I joke, my words coming out in a low, husky croak. I grab him by his ass and tug him into me, wanting more from him than questions.
My toes curl up as I wither beneath him in pleasure.
“Who do you work for?” he murmurs, sliding out of me until half an inch of him remains.
I tug his ass forward. Or try to—seems he’s decided to take back control.
“I’m presently unemployed. I told you, I’m here on a staycation.”
“Convenient.”
I stiffen beneath him. God, he’s infuriating. I don’t know whether to push him off me or put my hand over his mouth and tell him to fuck me fastthenget off me.
“I’m at Casa Bella for financial reasons. Okay? Happy?”
Talk about ruining a good thing.
He shifts his body and his erection presses deeper. I feel his teeth run along the thick cord of my neck, followed by his tongue soothing away the tingle his movements have caused. “I pissed you off,” he murmurs in my ear, before nipping at my earlobe. “Tell me to go.” He thrusts then withdraws. “Come on. Say it,” he insists, picking up the pace.
“For Pete’s sake, no more questions. No more talking. Fuck me. I. Want. Fast.”
He’s quiet for a second before he laughs. “A woman after my own heart. Hold on then,chavita.”
And then he stops talking.
And proves what a good listener he is.
He grabs hold of my wrists and pins my arms overhead. And proceeds to drive into me hard, rolling his hips and cursing beneath his breath. Over and over, my body bouncing on the mattress from the force of his thrust.
