Page 19 of Stolen By the Hit Man

Chapter Nineteen

Joaquin

Jasmyn is my match.

My mate.

My everything.

“Yes, Joaquin…” Her moans are like a song as she takes me over and over. The way she squeezes has me grunting and groaning. Growling and nearly spitting.

I need her just like this every day.

It’s not just the sex. It’s not just the feel of her wrapped around me, taking me in, owning me with her mouth, her lips, her gaze. Not even the way her core surrounds me and weeps all over my cock.

Her steady gaze grounds me. Her sharp wit has me by the throat. Her bravery and resilience bring me to my knees.

And yet her softness when we’re alone makes me feel like I’m happily drowning.

Cupping her neck, I pull her down for a deep, claiming kiss, swallowing her moans.

We’re both so breathless, but neither of us wants this to end. I reach down between our bodies, letting my thumb find her pretty little clit once more. “Are you gonna come for me again?”

She gives the sexiest little squeak as I toy with her, working her over as our shared rhythm intensifies.

“Don’t stop…please…”

“Never,” I grind out.

Whatever happens after today, after next week, is out of my head. All I know is I need to be by her side. I don’t know what that’s going to look like, I just know it’s going to be. I know it as well as I know my own name.

Finally, my body tenses, and then every ounce of tension is unleashed.

I come as I’m buried to the hilt.

“Jasmyn!” I roar her name as well as a few choice curse words. The intensity is almost too great.

She cries out as she climaxes again, her sweet cunt milking every last drop from me.

My caveman brain wishes there was no barrier between us. It’s messed up how much I want that.

And I’m still rigid as hell afterward.

Slowly, carefully, we peel away from each other.

I completely forgot my jeans were still wrapped around my shins. I shuck them off angrily, ready to go again.

Slow down, cowboy.

Jasmyn reaches for me again, but I insist on cleaning myself up first before spooning with her on the bed.

She shivers and even laughs in waves as I hold her from behind.

I hook my arm around her front, drawing her in close.

The warm scent of her hair fills my lungs. I close my eyes and listen to her breathing, her quiet laughter, and her chatter.

“That was…yeah…wow…you just…wrecked me…”

I let my touch wander downward, exploring all her soft curves, until she slightly opens her legs for me. The perfect, toasty warm spot.

“Careful, you’re gonna give me a big head.”

“Too late.”

That makes me snort.

“Something just occurred to me,” I say, my hand firmly planted between her thighs as I run kisses down the back of her neck.

“What’s that?” Jasmyn asks lazily.

“You’re the first woman I’ve brought home to my bed.”

She doesn’t respond right away, but her sweet ass pushes back as I keep up the kissing while gripping her soft inner thigh.

“You…you don’t have to say that just to make me feel special. I don’t care about your past.”

I pause and let my mind explore the layers of that.

My past. It’s a pretty loaded subject, and not with regard to past relationships.

Someday I’ll tell her everything. Before I ask the big question that I’ll someday ask, I’ll tell her about every last person I’ve ever stabbed, poisoned, shot, pushed out a window, strangled, suffocated…

because she needs to know who she married.

Every last wart and scar and transgression on my conscience.

“You will. Someday.”

“Maybe.”

“I trust you.”

“Why would you get into a car with a stranger?”

“We’ve been over this. The promise of kittens.”

Even as we laugh about this, I can’t stop painting kisses along the back of her pretty neck.

She lets out a long sigh and presses back into me.

“What is it?”

“You’re still hard.”

“It’s fine.”

“You need to go one more time.”

“Stop it. You’re tired.”

She laughs. “Yes, but clearly you are not.”

“I don’t have another condom.”

With that, Jasmyn rolls away from me and onto her stomach. I have to laugh as she spreads her legs and rests her head on her forearms, looking back at me with a sleepy smile.

“Tell me you like a pillow princess position without telling me,” I say.

She lets me see her wet her lips just before angling away to face the wall.

I’m over her, covering her back and nudging into her from behind, needing no more urging.

Jasmyn sighs as I slowly feed my length into her.

“Pin me down, don’t be afraid,” she whispers.

I lower more of my weight down on top of her, covering her whole body with mine.

My arms on top of her arms, clasping our hands together.

My face brushing against that sweet smelling spot where her throat meets her pretty shoulder.

Her warm lips capturing mine when she turns her head for a kiss.

Her moan as I plant my knees outside her legs, then lock my ankles inside of hers, giving me even more control of her movements.

“Yes, Joaquin,” she whines.

“How did you get to be so fucking perfect?”

She makes no verbal answer, only writhes as I move over her and inside of her.

The sensation of our full-body contact, the trust she’s put in me, this connection we’ve formed, has me blurting things out.

And I’m not even sorry.

“I’m coming with you,” I grind out, punctuating my declaration with a firm thrust.

“You…what?” Jasmyn asks, turning back to look at me.

“When you decide to go back to Florida. I’m coming with you.”

“C-can you just do that?”

She gives a squeeze that nearly ends me.

“‘Course I can.”

Thrust.

“Oh…I…you can’t just say things like that…”

“I’m retired.” Harder thrust. “I can do whatever the fuck I want, and I want you.”

“Joaquin, what about…what about your family?”

Deeper, slower thrust.

God, the way she moans. The way she fucking grips. How am I still conscious?

“I don’t think you understand.”

“Wha…what don’t I understand?”

It’s getting hard to concentrate on my words now. I’m so close to coming.

“That if I have to choose, it’s always going to be you.”

“Baby,” she whispers.

I bury my face against her throat, inhaling the scent of her, as I come once more.