Page 102 of Hit Man

For an instant, I forget everything except for him.

Hot. So damn hot.

Big, in a deliciously pleasurable way.

Strong, easily holding my weight and bouncing me in rhythm with his thrusts.

“Fuck. You drive meloco,” he tells me softly, tenderly.

“And you make me forget there’s such a thing as common sense.”

“It’s just you. Only you.” He bends his head and our lips touch in a whisper of a kiss. Lightly, like we’re sealing an agreement. Like we’ve arrived at the bare bones of everything.

Only me.

I’m speechless. Beyond happy. And incredibly, I’ve fallen for him. Not just a little bit. Hard. Illogically, irrationally, without a shadow of a doubt, hard.

His lips claim mine. He kisses me so completely, fucking me with his cock as he fucks me with that golden tongue of his.

He cups my bottom and bounces me. Penetrating me deeply, like I’m about to split into two.

Our kiss heats up. Frantic.

Our bodies wild.

He tears an orgasm straight from deep inside me causing me to scream out my release.

Only you.

Only.

You.

Nothing can compare. Nothing has ever felt this good.

I’m moaning into his mouth as I arch back. Waves of pleasure washing over me. When I’m finally able to gather myself, I curl into him so I can run my tongue along the thick cord of his neck. Needing a taste of him. Needing a different kind of contact.

“God. You’re beautiful,querida,” he murmurs. “I never want to let you go.”

“Don’t you dare let go,” I playfully say, nipping his neck to remind him how much.

“Trouble. Temptation. You’re too good for the likes of me,” he says, rolling his hips.

Naughty, naughty man.

“Oh,” I cry out with surprise. Seriously. Can he steal another orgasm from me this quickly . . . a few more rolls of his hips? “Please,” I hear myself beg.

“Hang on,” he warns, and begins to walk. With every step, his cock shifts inside me, small gyrations that leave me panting for more.

He squats and slowly rolls me back onto the coffee table. When my back is perfectly flat, he drives into me. Relentlessly. Wildly. Using his weight to bear down on me. I moan, and moan, somehow managing to lift my legs and anchor my calves around his lower back.

He’s a beast, Diego.

A bull.

And I’m coming and coming and coming.

“Aubrey,” I hear him gasp my name. When has my name ever sounded so sexy? He slows, and I feel his warmth spread inside of me.