Page 31 of Hannah and the Hitman
“Oh my God, Jack. You scared me.” I wasn’t sure if my heart was beating so hard because he’d startled me or if I was pleased to see him. Either way, he was unexpected.
In another dark suit, this time with a blue tie, he looked as delicious as ever. Did he wear anything else? Did his closet have one long line of fancy clothes? He never did tell me if he was a mortician and I had to wonder.
He offered me a smile I hadn’t seen the day before, not when we’d been with my parents. His eyes moved over me, my face, my outfit, then pierced into mine. “Sorry, gorgeous.”
Gorgeous? I wasn’t so sure about that. I was in a striped sundress I thought was cute and comfortable sandals since I stood most of the day, but nothing more than that.
“What are you doing here?” I wondered. He’d made it very clear the night before that he wasn’t interested.
“You didn’t respond to my text.”
I frowned. “What text?” I wasn’t all that popular, and it wasn’t like my cell rang all the time. If he’d texted, I would have known. “Wait, did you send the ‘hi’ message?”
He nodded. “Everything I wanted to say wouldn’t have come across well in a text, so I settled on the basics.”
Hiwas definitely basic.
“I thought it was spam and blocked the number. I didn’t know it was you,” I countered. “I… didn’t expect you to call. I mean, not after the dinner.”
“I said I’d call.”
I nodded. “You did. But they’re toss-away words. Things people say when they don’t mean it.”
“I meant it,” he said, a little snap to his words. He ran a hand over the back of his neck. “I’m sorry I left in the middle of the meal. I had an important client call to take.”
I looked at his chin. At the arch of his brow. At his very kissable mouth. “That’s okay. I understand. You didn’t have to come all the way from Denver though to tell me that. A short text would have been fine.” He arched a brow, and I couldn’t help but smile. “Okay, a little bit longer of a text thanhi.”
He took a step closer, and I had to tilt my chin back to meet his eyes. “I came from Denver to do more than apologize.”
I licked my lips. Suddenly, the air was thick, almost soupy with… God, lust.
“Oh?” I said, not sure what else to say. He looked good. He smelled good. He scrambled my brain.
It was quiet and sheltered between the stacks of books. Like we were in our own little world like on the airplane, only much quieter and without the fart smell.
He shook his head, then moved, not stopping until he had me backed against one of the stacks, his firm, muscly body pressed against mine. He was hardeverywhere.“I came to do this.”
And then he kissed me.
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JACK
Fuck, yes. Kissing her was incredible. Electrifying.Thiswas what I’d wanted to do on the plane. What I should’ve done the other day when I chickened the fuck out. Or in the bathroom the night before.
This? Us? It was happening. I might suck at texting, but now Hannah knew how I felt about her.
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HANNAH
Oh my God.
His mouth was perfect. It wasn’t a dainty peck or a simple first kiss. This was a KISS. His lips pretty much claimed mine with a static zap and when I moaned, his tongue plunged deep. Found mine. Ravaged.
His hands tangled in my hair, tugged gently, angling me as he wanted to deepen the kiss.
I gave over to his mouth, his touch, his control. After my radiation, I vowed to myself that I was going to live life to the fullest. At the time, I thought that meant eating dessert before dinner some days and cutting my hair the way I liked it, not the way a guy did. Not making out with an almost-stranger. Except…maybe my thinking had been too narrow since it was this amazing.