Page 83 of Hit Man

“Filet mignon.”

“I’m not that small,” she replies, glancing over her shoulder. “You’re just big.”

“ . . . and tasty like a juicy porterhouse . . . with the texture of a finely seasoned, tenderly prepared London broil . . .”

She groans. “I’m begging you. Please stop.”

“With the sophistication of a flat-iron,” I continue with a smile.

“Isn’t it time we ate?”

I pause for a few seconds, letting the silence grow between us. She’s tuned into me and waiting. Waiting to hear what I have to say next. I give into the temptation to touch her, and do what I’ve been dying to do since she turned around. I tap her ass with my palm, and lean into her.

“But if I had to pick one,” I whisper in her ear, “I’d say flank steak.”

“Flank steak?” Her head turns, her eyebrows arched.

“I love me some flank steak.”

Her pretty lips open and close.

I chuckle.

“You are touched in the head, you get that?” She moves away from me to stand by the breakfast bar. And I suddenly want to grab her, haul her up and over my shoulder, and carry her into the bedroom. Love me some flank steak while I work my lips over her ass before dipping between her thighs.

“Flank steak,” she repeats, in a low voice.

Dios,I should have stuck with the filet mignon.

She glances over her shoulder and gives me such a sexually charged look, it steals my breath.

My heart skips a beat, and another when her towel drops.

“Diego?”

“Eh . . . yeah?”

“What are you waiting for?”

25

Diego

“This is crazy. We don’t even like each other,” she says, nervous yet excited about what’s to come.

“By the time I’m done with you,” I say, removing my shirt and loving the way her nostrils seem to flare at the sight of my chest, “you’re going to love me.” Quickly, I turn away from her, wincing.Dios mío, that goddamnLword slipped off of my tongue before I could swallow it back. Next I’ll be asking her to stay in Mexico City. I move past her naked form standing so stoic beside my bed, her playfulness tempered by her sudden uncertainty, to toss back the thick black comforter and roll back the top sheet. “You started this, now it’s your call.” Better hand over the power to her before I do something stupid.

“My call.”

“Have at it,chavita. Do whatever you want with me.”

Her eyes flash. “Whatever I want?”

“You heard me. Feel like tying me up? There’s rope in my bag. Want me to lick your pussy and have you come in my mouth, just say the word.”

Her body flushes a lovely shade of pink. I resist the urge to drop to my knees and give her a wet preview.

“Or you in the mood for a ride? I’ll sit on the corner of the bed and you can just climb on cowgirl.”