How the Hitman Stole Christmas - Sam Mariano Page 0,65

know it, I’m wrapped around him as he pins me against the shower wall, one arm wound around his neck, one leg twined around his. I’m like a vine twined around a monument, his cock dangerously close to my entrance, and then…

And then he drops soft, hot kisses all along the sensitive curve of my shoulder, and a bit of strength leaves my body and flows down the drain with all this shower water we’re not even using.

“Jasper, please.”

“Please what?” he murmurs, his voice seeming to vibrate through my body.

I don’t know.

Please stop.

Please keep going.

My mind is all over the place, and we’ve only been in this stall together for maybe a minute. I don’t know what he’ll do to me with even a minute more.

“I changed my mind. We shouldn’t shower together.”

I feel him chuckle against my skin as he drops a few more light kisses there. “Too late.”

My tummy twists, my heart rate picking up as his large hand cups my ass. He squeezes it, then pulls me tighter against him.

Arousal throbs between my legs when I feel his cock brush me there. My breathing becomes more labored, rising with a swell of panic at the feel of him between my legs. “Jasper…”

I know he won’t hurt me. I know that down to my bones. I shouldn’t feel afraid, but I’m hit with so many sensations at once. My body confuses me, desire swirling through me, pulsing between my legs. Every time his cock moves against me, I shudder, and certainly not with abhorrence.

I remember the first time he kissed me with that mouthful of whiskey, how desperately I wanted him inside me…

I could have him now, if I wanted him.

God, this is torture.

Delicious torture, but torture all the same.

I want to give in, I want to ride the tide with him and see where it leads… but I can’t.

Jasper’s other hand slides down my side, curves around to my back, and moves down until that one is planted under my ass, too. Once he has a good grip, he lifts me off the ground.

I gasp, clinging to him out of an instinctive fear of being dropped. But, of course, he doesn’t drop me. He holds me up like it’s easy, then steps forward until I’m sandwiched between his hard body and the hard marble surface behind me.

I’m breathing hard, some mix of fear and elation, my nerves all firing on every cylinder. I’m overwhelmed and out of sorts.

Jasper takes one hand off my ass now that I’m planted firmly against the wall, then he brings that hand forward, sliding it up my neck until he’s cradling my face.

“Look at me.” He stabilizes me, makes me look him in the eyes. “What are you afraid of, snowflake?”

You, I nearly say.

That’s not right, though. I’m not afraid of him. Afraid of what he makes me feel, afraid of giving something to him I can’t get back, maybe, but I’m not truly afraid of him.

“I don’t want to get hurt,” I say softly, since it’s the closest thing to the truth I can wrap my words around.

His response is immediate. “I would never hurt you.”

I bring my hand up to press against his on my face, wanting to share some of the tenderness he’s giving me. “I know, I don’t mean like that.”

With his sure grip on my face, he tilts it just a bit, then leans in and presses his lips to mine. Soft at first, sweet and gentle and reassuring, but the longer he kisses me, the more the kiss deepens. It’s a sly escalation, and before I know it, before I’m prepared for the fierce animalistic quality of his kiss, I’m taking it. He demands it. I hold onto him tighter, kiss him back more desperately, trying my best to keep up.

He drops his hand from my neck—he doesn’t need it to stabilize me anymore. I feel the warmth of his touch as he trails it down my arm, as he skims my side, then grazes my hip.

That wandering hand disappears for a moment. I don’t pay much attention… until the tip of his cock butts against me.

I gasp, breaking the kiss. I can’t even squeeze my legs shut as he teases my entrance—I’m spread open, wrapped around him. I can’t do anything but hold his gaze, pinned to the wall as surely by the force of his stare as I am his brute strength.

I don’t speak this time. I don’t use words. I plead with him