Hannah and the Hitman

Chapter 33

33

JACK

The sound of my name echoed off the walls of the elevator when she came. Fuck yes, she pretty much screamed it. Her fingers tugged at my hair, her leg pulling me into her pussy as she rode out her pleasure.

I kissed her inner thigh as I held her up while she recovered. Then I lowered her leg, rose and wiped my slick mouth and chin with the back of my hand. Fuck, she tasted good.

Reaching out, I slapped the button to get the elevator moving again. We didn’t say anything, instead stared at each other as she tried to catch her breath. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes wild.

I couldn’t help the smirk that played at my lips. She wasn’t a virgin, but I loved showing her that sex was more than missionary in bed. It was looks. Tastes. Teasing .

The doors slid open, and I took her hand, pulled her to me and tossed her over my shoulder.

“Jack!” she cried, slapping my back.

I slapped her ass in return as I cut through my apartment to my bedroom and–

Wait!

Fuck, I had to be gentle. I’d been wild in the elevator, but not rough. I was getting more desperate to be inside her by the second, but there would be no throwing her on the bed.

Carefully, I lowered her from my shoulder and set her in the middle like the fucking precious treasure she was. The hem of her dress was askew, but it wasn’t up around her waist still, which was a fucking shame.

That pussy. So pretty and tasted so good. Sweet. Sticky. Hot. Tight.

With her all mussed and well satisfied, she was perfect, and I couldn’t damage her. It would kill me to hurt her even a little bit. I’d broken a man’s neck not an hour earlier. I knew what I was capable of, but not with her.

Fucking finally. I had her exactly where I wanted her. But my fantasies had her naked, which was easily fixed. I needed to tame my cravings for her. To temper the fantasies about how I wanted to fuck her and make her mine. I couldn’t be Colin to her Mia.

I knelt on the bed and crawled up and over her, cupping her face and kissing her sweetly. Her body was soft and warm beneath mine and I kept almost all my weight off of her. Needing more, I kissed along her jaw, down her neck and to the V of her dress, sampling the swells of her lush tits, then worked my way lower toward her pussy. I was an addict, and she was my drug.

“Jack?”

I popped my head up, gazed down at her.

“What are you doing?” she asked, eyes wide.

“I hope it’s obvious after the elevator.”

“Yes, but again?”

“Never had a guy eat your pussy?”

I was angry either way she might answer. Pissed she’d been with selfish losers or pissed that she’d had someone else satisfy her this way.

She shook her head, her dark hair splayed across my tan comforter.

Fuck. I got one of her firsts.

“What about you though?”

“I love pussy, gorgeous. I could stay down here for hours.”

“I need…” Her words were more than a breath.

I let my breath fan her swollen folds. “What? What do you need, gorgeous?”

“You.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Oh, you’ve got me.”

She shook her head. “No, all of you. Not down there. I want what was in the book.”

I sucked in a breath, pushed back so I knelt back on my heels straddling her thighs.

She looked incredible laid out in my bed. Just as I imagined. And I imagined a-fucking-lot. Yet– “I can’t risk it.”

A little frown creased her brow. “Risk what? I’m on birth control and I’ve been tested and I’m clean. ”

I set a hand on her thigh, gently stroked her soft skin. “That’s good to know. I meant hurting you.”

She bit her lip, eyed me up and down. “I don’t think you’re going to hurt me having sex. Unless you have a baby arm or something for a dick.”

“Your pussy can take me,” I assured her. “I’m worried about your head.”

She sighed like a deflating balloon. “Oh, Jack. My head is fine. I don’t need careful.”

She took my hand and raised it up. Compared to mine, hers was so small. Soft. Not rough or rugged like mine. I had swollen knuckles from fighting. Scars.

“Maybe I want it rough.”

I almost came in my boxers hearing those words come from her lips. Images of all the ways I could take her popped in my head. Hard. Filthy. Rough.

“What happened to my good girl?”

She smiled. “My inner bad girl wants to play.”