Page 34 of Hit Man

“Why did you do that?” I gasp.

“You want me, right?”

I blink as my jacket falls to my feet and he kicks it under the bed.

His sweatpants follow.

“Now? What if I say no? To go screw a fish. Or better yet . . .”

He lunges forward and I wiggle and worm against him as he strips off my shirt and tugs down my shorts.

“Stop struggling. This has to look realistic or they won’t believe us.”

I pause, my heart in my throat. “They’re going to come charging in here after us,” I whisper. I’m not sure why I thought we’d be safe once inside. Aren’t most guests inside and out of the rain?

“They’ll search all the bungalows until they find the person spying on them. Step.”

I do as he asks and step out of my shorts. Those men are after me. Those men tried to shoot me. Diego may be an ass but I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want tokillme. Better the devil you know.

My hands shake as I try to help him remove my clothes, catching onto his plan—or what I think must be his plan—for the thugs to find us in bed together, but I can’t seem to release the clasp on my bra. Brushing my hands aside, he deftly undoes the hooks, rips my underwear off of me, and sweeps me up into his arms. With another swift kick to the wet garments on the floor, he sends them flying beneath the bed. We tumble down onto the mattress, him on top. His weight bares down on me, pinning me to the mattress.

“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he orders. The feel of him is familiar but his tone is all wrong.

I stiffen.

“Do it. Unless youwantme to slide inside of you and really fuck you,” he whispers harshly into my ear.

I hook one leg around his hip and anchor my ankle on the dip of his ass, embarrassed by how turned on his words make me. Fuck. Now is not the time for sexy thoughts about him sliding inside of me again.

“Good.”

He lifts my other thigh and anchors it across his back, holding me in place with an ironlike fist. He’s strong. Capable of hurting me. And I can feel his rigid cock against my belly. . . .

My eyes widen.

His lock on my face. “Do you understand what is about to happen?”

“No.”

“They saw you on the camera. They’re going to keep searching until they find out who was spying on them.”

I swallow hard. “What about you? Did they see you?”

He snorts.

I frown. “What’s inside that crate that’s so important?”

“Whatever it is, they don’t want anyone knowing about it.” His eyes narrow on me, searching my face for answers. “Do you want me?”

I stare into his eyes. So expressive. So direct.

“Finding us in bed together might not be enough if you can’t push aside the fear and really fake it. So . . . change in plans. It’ll be more convincing if I’m inside you. No time for a condom. And I’m regularly tested. I’m clean.”

“What?” Whoo. Suddenly this situation is beyond real . . . things moving far too fast to even consider . . .

“I’ll keep you tucked beneath me so all they’ll see is me. You’ve got to trust me on this. Can I get inside you?” He lifts his hips and the thick tip of him slips in between my crease. “Yes or no, Aubrey?”

“If I say no?”