How the Hitman Stole Christmas - Sam Mariano Page 0,64
the look of them.
My chest rises and falls with rapid breaths as he comes up behind me, locking his strong arms around my midsection, imprisoning me in his embrace. I love when he holds me like this. His head tilts naturally to kiss the crook of my neck, sending a shiver of pleasure dancing down my spine.
Tenderness overwhelms me. I close my eyes, letting myself enjoy it for just a moment before I unlock his arms and pull away.
Only, when I try to, he doesn’t let me.
I meet his gaze in the mirror. “Let go.”
He shakes his head slightly. “Mm-mm.”
“What? You can’t tell me no,” I say, smiling at the absurdity of his denial.
“Just did,” he answers. “Don’t start talking about those fucking rules again, either. If you try it one more time, I’m gonna make some rules of my own—and you can bet I’ll be much better at enforcing them than you are.”
I pout at him, but he’s unmoved. In the end, I let him hold me until he decides to let go.
When he finally does, he walks over and opens the shower door. He steps in and turns the water on so it can heat up before we get in.
I notice he only turns on one faucet. There are two—his and hers shower heads, which I’ve never seen before. The stall is so sizable, though, there’s ample space for two people to shower at one time.
Narrowing my eyes at him as he steps out of the shower stall, I walk over and turn on the other one myself.
“We won’t need that,” he informs me.
I don’t bother saying anything out loud he might see as a challenge, but my mind is made up for at least tonight, and he’s wrong if he thinks he’ll change it.
I turn to walk back out of the shower, but gasp when I come up against the solid wall of Jasper’s muscular chest. “God. You snuck up on me.”
Smiling darkly, he says, “I do that from time to time.”
I bet he does. I bet he scares the living daylights out of grown men, too.
I’m not afraid of him anymore, but my heart still flutters. His vibe is so predatory as he backs me deeper into the shower stall, I forget for a second and feel a healthy dose of wariness.
Maybe smarter prey would do a better job at evading him, but as he presses my back against the cool marble wall, I rest my hands on his powerful shoulders and let my gaze wander all over him.
Once I’ve admired his strong upper body for a few moments, my gaze dares to drop even lower.
His cock stands proudly erect, nothing tentative or reluctant about it.
He’s not afraid to want me like I’m afraid to want him.
I want to touch him, but I don’t. I’m committed to turning down sex, and if I curve my hand around him and feel the weight of his long, thick, well-veined cock in my hand… well, that won’t do anything to help my cause.
I hate to leave him hard and wanting after he just got me off, though…
Then again, maybe he owed me an unreciprocated orgasm. He did kidnap me and all.
I run my hand down his chest, stopping in the middle of it. He pushes closer, so I need that hand up to stop him. I need some sort of barrier, and I don’t have much else.
I turn my head to look away from him, trying to create some distance despite being trapped against this wall. “Jasper…”
He takes my hand off his chest, bringing it to his lips and kissing my open palm. “Yes, Autumn?”
God, his voice. I melt a little at the sound of it, then melt a bit more when he levels those eyes on me.
In moments like these, Jasper concentrates on me harder than anyone ever has before. I’ve never known what it was to truly have a man’s undivided attention, but when Jasper looks at me like this… I know there’s nowhere else he’d rather be, nothing else taking up space in his mind.
It’s only me, and that’s wildly intoxicating.
I bite down on my lower lip, conflicted all over again as he closes the distance between us, pressing his core against mine. Our tummies touch, my breasts smash against his hard body. His cock juts out, pressing against my thigh, and the damndest thing happens—my leg seems to move of its own accord, one thigh spreading open, one foot lifting off the ground. Before I