Page 75 of Hannah and the Hitman

Shecould find all this funny.

Me? Not so much. I was mad at Jack. Really mad.

And he’d put me in danger.

And he didn’t believe me.

And… there were a lot of ands.

Yet, here I was, ready to return to him with the hope that he’d keep me safe.

I took a deep breath and made my way toward the bank of elevators when one of them dinged and the doors slid open.

Out came Jack and Dax.

Jack stopped for the briefest of moments, eyes intent on me. In a split second, he took me in from head to toe. The fierce look on his face had me swallowing because no matter how mad at him I might be, I wasn’t immune. Then his long legs ate up the distance between us. “Don’t you fucking disappear,” he growled as his arms banded about me with a familiar crackle of static electricity. Then was kissing me.

I gasped and he took advantage, his tongue finding mine.

I wasn’t sure if my feet were off the ground or if the kiss was that good.

Brittany and Dax began a conversation I barely noticed. Because… kissing.

“I’m Brittany, the best friend.”

“I’m Dax, the other best friend. I, um, guess we’re not needed here.”

“Yeah, be sure to tell Jack that if he fucks up again, I’ll anesthetize him and pull out all his teeth.”

“Gruesome. I like it.”

Jack, completely ignoring our friends and their chatter, angled his head and took the kiss deeper. Tookmore.It was completely unrestrained. Then heavy doors slid closed, and all was silent. How had we gotten to the elevator?

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Once we made it to my apartment, I ensured the elevator remained locked so no one could call it, pretty much locking my front door. Eyebrows had known he couldn’t get to me anywhere else in the building but the parking garage. Besides it being a twenty-floor climb, the emergency stairs were well secured. There was no way into my fortress in the sky.

Maybe I should have brought Hannah up here earlier after Eyebrows’ attempt, but I’d wanted to take Hannah somewhere secret where I could interrogate her. Someplace neutral. Someplace impersonal. Fuck,interrogateHannah. I wanted to punch myself.

Sal would need time to regroup. With Eyebrows dead, Sal’s interest in my death was no longer a secret. Any attempts on my life wouldn’t come as a surprise.

I’d be ready.

But I’d rather be taken out by any of his men than to let Hannah keep thinking I still didn’t believe her. Maybe what she’d done, the disappearing act, was some kind of an act of faith, where I had to know what we shared was unconditional. That whatever she threw at me–figuratively, but also perhaps literally–I could handle and would stand by her side.

She’d stood by me, and I’d kidnapped her andinterrogatedher.

Accepting that she could up and disappear on me meant that while I was confident no one was going to get in, I couldn’t guarantee that she wouldn’t get out before I made things right.

So I broke the kiss and yanked at the hem of her shirt and pushed it up her torso.

“What are you doing?” she asked. Her arms went up to help, giving me unsaid consent.

“Making sure you won’t do that disappearing act again.” I flicked open the back of her bra.

Fuck, would I ever not get rock hard seeing her perfect tits? I wanted to lean down and suck one pink tip into my mouth.