Page 53 of Hannah and the Hitman

“Since you gave me the perfect view of your ass putting your carry on in the overhead bin.”

My mouth dropped open in surprise, from his words and his body.

When it joined the jacket on the floor, I sat up and crawled to the foot of the bed. Going up onto my knees, he was right in front of me. His body was perfect. Well proportioned. Well-muscled. A smattering of hair between flat, dusky nipples. Lower, those chiseled abs. And lower still, God, it wasn’t a romance novel tease. That deep V that disappeared into his pants.

But all of that wasn’t what had me reaching for him, running my fingers over his heated skin. It was the tattoos. I’d seen a hint of one peeking out at the wrist on the plane. But now I knew how vast the art was. On his left arm was a full sleeve, colorful and complicated. It crept across hisshoulder and around his ribs. On the right arm, there were more, but not as extensive.

“Keep looking at me that way, gorgeous, and see what happens.”

His voice was dark like midnight, and I glanced up at him. “I can’t appreciate you?”

“I haven’t even gotten my pants off yet.”

I dropped down onto my heels and set my hands in my lap. “Don’t let me stop you.”

He smirked and undid his belt, opened his pants and pushed them down. I must’ve missed him taking off his shoes and socks because he kicked the garment out of the way.

Jack in a suit was incredible. Jack in a pair of snug, black boxer briefs that did nothing to hide how hard he was, was insane. My mouth watered and my vagina did too at the sight.

Then he put his hands in the waistband and pushed the cotton down. Rose to his full height.

My eyes widened.

“Oh my God. You’rereallybig.”

He was bigger than either the guy from college or Kevin. And hard. And perfectly made. Thick and long, a dark pink color. Heavy balls hung below between two sturdy thighs. Balls were ugly, but somehow made Jack seem virile. Pre-cum oozed at the tip and I reached out to swipe at the pearly drop.

He hissed at the contact and his dick pulsed.

I wanted him. I wantedit.Now. I tugged at the tie on the side of my dress.

“I want to do that,” he said.

I let my hands drop again. “Fine, but hurry.”

He stepped closer and took over, getting me out of my dress quickly. Ever efficient, he undid the clasp on my bra as he did, so I was bare in a matter of seconds.

“Fuck, I knew you were perfect.”

He cupped my breasts, his hands rough with callouses but the touch gentle. His thumbs slid back and forth over my nipples, and they went instantly hard.

“Jack,” I breathed arching my back and pressing myself further into his hold. “Please.”

Our eyes met for a brief second, then that spark between us finally ignited.

“Up on the bed.”

I moved quickly as he went around the side of the bed, opened a drawer in the nightstand and retrieved and unopened box of condoms. With deft fingers, he opened it and pulled out a long strip, dropped it on the bed before tucking the box back in the drawer.

He tore one off, ripped the foil open and put it on as I breathed hard and tried not to squirm in anticipation.

Settling one knee on the bed, he crawled toward me, then dropped down onto his back beside me. Hands went to my waist and lifted me up and over him so I was on top.

“Oh.”

One big hand settled on my hip, the other stroking his dick. Leisurely, slowly, as if he couldn’t wait a second longer. “Be a good girl and ride me, gorgeous.”

“I’m not sure if–”