How the Hitman Stole Christmas - Sam Mariano Page 0,62
with my hair as I kiss her neck. Her sighs are soft with pleasure and yearning as I slide my hand up and caress her breasts.
Since she invited me to shower with her, I reach for the hem of her plaid top and tug it off over her head. As good as she looks in just her bra and black leggings, I want more. I want her stripped bare, not a single sliver of her hidden from my touch.
I unclasp her bra and tug that off next.
A mistake.
I don’t consider myself a man easily given to distraction, but the sight of Autumn’s bare breasts does the trick. I watch her face in the mirror as I cup them both in my hands, gently squeezing the tender flesh and leaving a feather-light kiss along the column of her neck.
I’m still behind her, and I find I quite like this position. I like having a view of the front and the back as I undress her.
Tearing my hands from the soft mounds of her breasts, I make quick work of dragging down the black leggings so I can get back to touching her. I remove her panties just as quickly, but while I’m kneeling on the floor by her legs with such an irresistible view of her tempting pussy… well, I can’t resist having just a little taste.
“Jasper!”
My name on her lips is half-cry, half-gasp.
She shoves her fingers through my hair and grips my head with one hand as I force her back against the sink, my face buried between her thighs. “Oh, God,” she moans, gripping the edge of the counter with the other.
She feigns resistance with her half-hearted objections and her scandalized gasps, but she opens her legs so I can continue feasting on her pussy.
I make my decision then and there.
She’s only playing at reluctance. Autumn wants to be taken, but for whatever reason, she’s afraid to make that call herself.
She needs me to take it out of her hands, to play my role as the bad guy and take advantage of the conflicted damsel.
Lucky for her, I’m quite adept at being the bad guy.
Chapter Twenty
Autumn
The edge of the counter is pressed painfully against my back, but I hardly notice, too consumed with the thrilling sensations of Jasper’s tongue teasing my pussy.
He’s masterful between my legs. He’s obviously a fast learner, because he already knows every sensitive spot like he’s tasted me a thousand times before.
Bless this man and his attention to detail.
My legs begin to shake, the muscles seeming to melt right out of them. I pant, releasing his hair so I can hold onto the counter with both hands.
Jasper shifts positions, hoisting me so that my ass is on the counter and I’m more comfortable. There’s relief, but also disappointment because he had to unlatch to move me.
I don’t have to worry—he gets right back to it.
I sigh, letting my head fall back and my eyes drift shut as his skilled tongue strokes me in all the right places.
“Jasper, Jasper, Jasper,” I cry softly, writhing and bucking against his mouth, chasing the high he’s already leading me to, but I need to get there faster. I need there now.
He pushes a hand under my ass, shifting my position just slightly, then he attacks my clit, strumming it mercilessly as the pressure inside me builds and builds.
I pant shamelessly as I feel myself approaching the precipice. Then he licks me just right and I vault over the edge, crying out with abandon, grabbing mindlessly below and above me as my body rocks with the enormous pleasure of release.
I go limp, my head bumping the mirror behind me. As I wait—blissed out and pleasantly satisfied—for my heart rate to return to normal, Jasper does the silliest thing.
He removes my socks.
It’s an absurd thing to giggle at, but I’m still very drunk, and now I’m also relaxed—much more relaxed than I should be, spread out on this counter at such an absurdly unflattering angle.
The reminder of how I must look right now spurns me to act. I finally sit up, easing myself down off the countertop. The floor feels cool beneath my bare feet, but I only get to focus on that for a split second, then my attention is drawn elsewhere.
Jasper’s gorgeous blue eyes are locked on me, heated as he draws off his black leather belt.
The sight of him starting to undress sobers me a little. I don’t know what I was thinking, inviting him to shower with