Page 13 of The Hitman

Chapter Nine

Jaxon

A perfect little gasp escapes her when I close the distance. My lips claim hers like I’ve been starving for years and she’s the only thing that could ever satiate me. Our tongues lash out in a kiss that’s not soft, tentative, or polite, but full of every sin I’ve buried deep.

The ache.

The hunger.

The shame.

The hope.

And she gives it all back, twice as fierce.

The world narrows to the feel of her mouth under mine. The way she moans when I deepen the kiss. The way her fingers tug at my hair.

And just like that, everything breaks open.

“I should’ve never let you near any of this,” I murmur after shoving stray supplies aside and lifting her up onto the table. “But it’s all your fault, did you know that?”

She grasps at me like she doesn’t care what I say as long as I don’t stop touching her.

“‘Cause I like Frank?” she pants, referring to Sinatra.

“Yes, Callie.” I pepper each swell of her beautiful breasts with reverent kisses, smirking against her soft skin. “Because you fucking like Frank.”

“I knew it.”

It’s cute the way she beams. But when I slip her bra down to her waist, she melts, sighing wantonly.

I’m painfully hard against my zipper, but I’ll gladly suffer for a moment longer between these perfect tits. I lavish one rosy nipple until her head falls back, and she’s arching for me to give more attention to the other.

“And because you’re funny.”

“Mm-hmm…”

“And beautiful.”

Her legs wind around my hips, and her giggle breaks my fucking heart in the best way.

I nip, kiss, and lick my way down her ribs and belly, then pause just before unfastening the button at the top of her jeans. “And forgiving.”

Her brows pinch at the sincerity in my words and the truth, clear as day, on my face. She wobbles once I place her on her feet, eyes shining with emotion.

“You’re easy to forgive.”

I wink at her, parting just long enough to make a pallet for us on the floor. Then I come right back to what we’ve started.

“Warden,” she whispers.

“Yes, Miss Finley?”

“I want you.” Her throat bobs, making my cock twitch. “All of you.”

Her hair tickles my fingers when I tuck it behind her ear and offer the one thing I’ve never given before. “Then you have me.”

Falling to my knees before her, I lower her jeans to the floor, then slowly, tenderly lower her panties.

“You’re staring,” she says.

“I like what I see.”

Callie scoffs, followed by a playful, “Shut up.”

She’s nibbling her lip when I look up at her, and I smirk before kissing her where she’s already aching for me.

The rest of our clothes come off next, and the fire in her gaze when I’m bared to her is straight-up fuck me fuel. But this woman deserves more than a quick fuck, and I want to embrace the intimacy of the moment a little longer.

We lie down together, and my heart aches at the trust shining back at me. I capture her lips with mine, I touch her face with trembling hands, and inhale the very air she breathes like I’m memorizing what she feels like—what hope feels like.

“You said I was brave tonight, but I was terrified. If you hadn’t shown up when you did, I don’t know if I could’ve pulled the trigger.”

She says this as if she wasn’t the one prepared to take a bullet for Leo before I even got there, and it only deepens the ache I feel for her.

“Callie…” I explore the soft plane of her abdomen with my hand, and like the confident woman she is, she spreads her thighs, opening for me.

I take the invitation, slipping inside her tender, wet heat with one finger, then another.

“You were brave. And you want to know what else? I believe you didn’t need me to protect you, but I’m vowing to, anyway. Right now. No matter what.”

Her chest rises and falls as I move inside her, soft sighs slipping past her lips, and I brace on my elbow, needing a better view of her as she starts to unravel.

“Do you believe me?”

“Yes.” Her eyes squeeze shut in pleasure. When I quicken the pace, she moans, “ Yes. ”

Her pussy clenches, and we groan together. Her thighs pin my arm in place, and my dick throbs as she responds with more vigor, more eagerness to come for me. Just for me.

“Jaxon.”

“Yes, baby?”

Head thrashing, she says, “I’m close.”

I add pressure to her clit with my thumb, testing which side makes her hips thrust a little harder and her eyes roll back.

“Squeeze me, Callie.” Her name is a gift each time I murmur it. “Take what you need.”

“ Ohmygod, ” she pants.

I lean into every tug and pull. She can’t decide if she wants to cling to my arm or bite it, and her struggle makes me smile. “Come on, baby, you can do it.”

A blush blooms across her skin as she concentrates, and I nuzzle one breast before sucking her nipple between my lips. I flick it with my tongue, in time with my fingers, and she nearly loses it.

Frustrated, she sinks her teeth into my skin, and her bite draws a sound from deep in my throat. “God, yes, Callie. Fucking eat me alive.”

I kiss my way up her shoulder to her neck, nipping her once before biting her back. A guttural sound escapes her when I lick the tender mark.

“Oh,” she whines, arching her back for me. “Oh no.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I think…” She swallows before bearing down on my hand, hard. “I think cannibalism does it for me.”

I’m smiling at this silly, surprising woman when she shatters around my fingers. She’s spasming through her orgasm so beautifully, I’ve no choice but to watch in awe.

“Fucking perfect,” I say, kissing her damp skin. “Absolutely. Fucking. Perfect.”

Callie’s face relaxes with a blissful glow, and then she does what only she can do, and surprises me yet again.

I groan when she rolls to straddle me. “Callie, wait?—”

Oh fuuuck.

She hums a breathy sigh, relaxed and radiant as she sinks down onto me, inch by glorious inch. There’s a spark of determination in her stare that has me gripping her hips when she’s fully sheathed around me.

“You’re going to finish this before we’ve even started.”

Mischief dances through her gaze as her thighs clench at my sides. She wiggles despite my hold, making me sweat.

“ Callie. ”

I’m given an adorable pout that has me raising up to cup her face. Still seated inside her decadent warmth, I smile against her sweet lips while coaxing stubborn kisses from her.

“You’re the only thing in my life that feels clean,” I utter hoarsely.

The confession slips, rough and raw, not elegant in the slightest.

And still, she murmurs, “And you’re the one thing in mine that feels safe.”

We seal our words with hushed kisses, and when she starts to rock against me, I lie back and buck my hips up to meet her.

“Jaxon,” she cries out as softly as she can manage. “You’re so deep. You feel so good.”

Her nails dig into my scalp when she brings her chest to mine. I bury my face into the crook of her neck, drowning myself in her scent, branding it on my fucking soul.

“Please come for me, baby.” She holds me tighter as I whisper to her, grinding her hips forward and back. “Please. I need it so badly.”

“Jax…” Her thighs threaten to break my ribs, and I’d be the luckiest man alive if they did.

“ Callie , your pussy, baby… You’re taking me so well. Now all I need you to do is?—”

She clamps her teeth on my shoulder, and her muffled shout sends a lightning bolt straight up my spine. Her hips lock me in place as another orgasm splinters through her, and helpless to stop, I thrust until I’m coming as deep and as hard as I possibly can.

White-hot pleasure tunnels through me until I’m breathless, pumping in and out until I’ve filled her completely.

“Fuck,” I rasp.

She litters my forehead, face, and neck with soft pecks. “Pretty much.”

When she tries to lift off me, I pull her back and roll us so we’re facing each other.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I ask, blinded by the sheer radiance of her.

“Nowhere.”

She rolls her eyes, only to squeal when I pinch her ass.

“That’s what I thought.”

I drag her to my chest, resting my chin on the top of her head. When I drape my arm around her, she hums before curling into me, not bothering to move, even when I eventually slip out of her.

“Jaxon,” she murmurs. “Are you asleep?”

I open my eyes, startled awake by her voice. “Shit. I guess so.”

My temple buzzes beneath her touch when she shifts to play with my hair. She watches me with the kind of soft adoration that would bring me to my knees if I were standing.

“I want to keep staring at your pretty face,” I mumble, “but I can’t keep my fucking eyes open.”

“That’s a real shame.”

Every stroke of her fingers pushes me closer to a coma.

“Tell me about it.”

A warm chuckle tickles my cheek. “Go to sleep, warden. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Promise?”

She kisses the tip of my nose. “I promise.”