Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“You don’t get it. Fuck, I’m sorry.” He shakes his head.
“What are you sorry for? Taking my virginity? Possibly knocking me up? Getting us almost killed? Making me fall in love with you only for me to find out I’m a fling!”
Finn stands there. His eyes never leave mine. He lets the quiet linger. I guess some things never change.
“You love me?” He finally speaks. It sounds like he can’t comprehend the idea of me loving him.
“I don’t know you. I—”
“Don’t take it back.” This time when he moves, it’s so quick I can’t try to protest. He lifts me off my feet. “Don’t take it back,” he repeats.
“Okay,” I agree. He carries me over to the couch, sitting down with me in his lap so I have to straddle and face him. His hands grip my hips to keep me in place. I wasn’t going to try and get up.
“You blindsided me. Never thought I would want a wife or anything to really call my own.” Is he saying he wants that now? He said I was his. I wasn’t sure what he meant, but it was hard to process anything with gunfire sounding all around you while the man you loved turned into James Bond right in front of you. But had he? I’ve noticed from the start Finn carried himself in a way I’d never seen anyone else do.
“As a hitman, you probably shouldn’t let things blindside you.” I mean, I would think that would be bad for business.
“I meant with how hard I fell for you. Trust me. I’ve seen you. You’ve been all over my radar. We’ve had contact before Paris.”
“We have?” I think I would have noticed him, but I can get lost in my own little world because that’s all I know. It’s me all alone out here.
“I thought you were sent to kill me.” My mouth falls open.
“Seriously?”
“You throw me off my game, starlight.” His fingers dig into my hips, keeping his hold firm on me.
“You thought I was going to kill you so you slept with me?”
“Would have been worth it.” My teeth sink into my bottom lip. That’s actually kind of sweet in a weird hitman way.
Is that how a hitman tells you that he might love you too? I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing. What I do know is I don’t think Finn has plans of letting me go anywhere soon.
Chapter
Twenty-One
FINN
“All questions answered?”
“Is this my only chance to find out information from you or can I revisit this Q & A period in the future?”
“Any time.”
“I guess I’m done with the interrogation then. For now.” She winks like the saucy wench she is.
I drag my hands up her back under her shirt until I find the strap of her bra. “Let’s move on to something more interesting.”
“Like how to handle a gun?” she teases.
“You’re pretty good at it, but I’m happy to provide lessons.” I drop my hands to her ass and drag her over my hard ridge. “You want to start with my hand or my tongue?”
Her eyes widen. “We’ve already switched topics?”
“I’m already in a new country, starlight.” My hands get busy pulling her top off. I tug her down until her tits hang in front of my mouth like two pieces of juicy fruit dangling from a branch, just begging to be eaten. I capture one ripe globe and suck deep while moving under her. The friction of fabric is enough to wet the tip of my cock. She’s so hot. Or maybe it’s me. I’m an inferno of need.
I suck harder, drawing her nipple to a hard peak before switching to the other breast. Her fingernails scrape against my scalp, sending electric shocks down my spine.
I break away. “Off with these jeans. I need to feel you. Taste you.”
“You too,” she says, scrambling backward to tug at my waistband.
I don’t argue. I want her skin against mine. Our clothes fly off, and then she’s in my arms again. I crush her mouth against mine, kissing her until we’re both breathless. My hungry cock seeks out her core. Every brush against her body sends me spiraling. I grab her hips and lift her up and around, scooting down until her legs are on either side of my head. She glances over her shoulder with a little bewilderment in her gaze.
“I’m teaching you how to handle the gun.” I grin. “Go ahead. Give it a lick.”
She turns her attention to my ready erection. The first contact of her wet tongue against my pulsing cock nearly sends me into orbit. I grab her ass and drag her to my mouth, delving my tongue between her wet folds.
She shouts in surprise, in lust. “God, Finn!” She pushes against my face. I spread her cheeks wider apart to get better access. Someday I’ll eat out this tiny forbidden hole, but for now, I want to drink at the fount of her pussy. She shudders, and then, as if gathering her concentration, she tightens her muscles before her head descends. As I devour her pussy, she takes my shaft into her mouth. Her rhythm isn’t good, probably because it’s hard to concentrate when there’s a tongue driving into your core, but the wet, loving stroke of lips and tongue makes me crazy. An orgasm builds at the base of my spine. I want to come in her mouth. I want to come in her pussy. I want to come all over her body, painting her skin with the white of my seed.