Taken By The Hitman by Amber Adams

Chapter 8: Bianca

 

I really don’t know what’s come over me.

I stand behind Jason as he’s opening his apartment door, biting my lip as I take in his broad shoulders.

From the moment I saw him tonight, sitting at that table waiting for me, I knew the night would eventually end like this. Never before have I felt such a connection with someone, someone that I can let loose with and just enjoy myself.

Why the heck wouldn’t I want to end up in bed with him?

Maybe because I’m not the type to have one-night stands. Though it’s been a long while since I have been in a relationship, I tend to fall hard and fast.

Jason is clearly a man that I could fall hard and fast for.

He opens the door and looks back at me hesitantly.

“Are you sure you want to come in?” he asks lightly.

I can see the sincerity in his eyes and the concern that I might up and bolt immediately, so I force my legs to move into his apartment, the cool interior far different from the heated hallway.

“Wow,” I say, all thoughts fleeing my mind as I walk over to the bank of windows that overlook the city.

“This is amazing.”

“One of the top selling points for me,” he says, coming up behind me.

I inhale the spicy scent of his cologne and my body braces for his touch, but he just stands there, our reflections looking back at us. Is he waiting on me to make a move?

My palms start to sweat as I turn, taking in Jason’s white dress shirt tucked into a pair of sinful-looking jeans that hug every inch of him.

“Your tattoo,” I croak out, seeing the ink just above the collar.

“What is it?”

His grin heats me from the inside. “Are you trying to get me naked, Bianca?”

I pretend to be bold. “Maybe.”

Jason’s eyes flash with surprise and before I know it, he’s throwing his dress shirt onto the nearby chair.

Good Lord he’s gorgeous, all tanned muscles and flat abdomen that disappears into the waistband of his jeans. The tattoo graces the left side of his body, what looks like flames caressing the column of his neck all the way to his rib cage. It’s impressive, but not as impressive as a half-naked Jason is, and I swallow past the lump in my throat.

“Do you have any tattoos, Bianca?” Jason asks.

“Because if you do, I would love to see them.”

Molten-hot need shoots between my legs and I shake my head.

“N-no I don’t have any.”

His eyes flash dangerously.

“Too bad. How else am I going to get you to remove your clothes then? Turn about is fair play after all.”

Can I do this? Can I play along with Jason, if only for a little while? I feel, well, I feel like I should be ashamed at my blatant straightforwardness with him, but I’m not.

I want more, so much more that I am burning on the inside.

“You’re right,” I decide as I reach for the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head, letting it flutter to the floor.

Jason’s eyes darken as I stumble through undoing my bra, my nipples hardening to the cool air.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he says softly closing the distance between us.

His hands slide into my hair and I barely have time to gasp before his lips are on mine, scattering any second thoughts I might be having. He kisses me like a man starved, his tongue delving into my mouth, and I find myself just as needy, my hands finding his naked shoulders to steady myself.

We kiss for what feels like forever, my breasts crushing against his chest before Jason breaks the contact, his breathing harsh. “It’s been a while for me,” he rushes out.

“M-me too,” I answer, feeling his need pressing up against my stomach.

Somehow, we make it into a sparse bedroom and his hands work my jeans free until I am standing there in nothing but my black panties. When his hands go to his belt, I forget to breathe, watching as he peels his jeans off. His erection is evident against the tight boxers and my mouth goes dry.

I’m going to do this. I met him just hours ago, but I’m going to have sex with Jason.

“Come here,” Jason growls, kicking away his jeans.

I go to him willingly and he kisses me again as his hands roam over my breasts lightly before sliding down into the waistband of my panties. I’m already soaking wet and the sharp intake of his breath on my lips tells me that he approves. When his deft fingers find my clit, I gasp and tear my lips away from his, the touch nearly bringing me to my knees.

“Fuck,” he growls, his arm going around me to support my weight.

“You’re so fucking wet.”

I can’t answer him, biting my lip hard as his fingers dance over my swollen nub. His scent is all around me and I whimper as I feel the coiling in the pit of my stomach, the release I haven’t experienced in a long time starting to build.

My hands clench his shoulders, and he growls, working me faster. “Come for me, Bianca.”

I do, calling out his name as the waves crash over me. I’m vaguely aware that he’s moved me to the bed, and a moment later he’s rolling on a condom, one arm bracing him over my shaking body.

“Is this okay, Bianca?” he asks, his hungry eyes piercing mine.

I nod, licking my lips, one hand on his muscled chest, the other reaching for his ass. 

“Tell me if this is uncomfortable, if I’m too much,” he says as he slowly pushes into me.

It’s far from uncomfortable, and I gasp as he fills me, nearly coming again.

Oh my God he feels wonderful, and I wrap my legs around his trim waist, pulling him in the rest of the way.

“Please,” I pant, grasping at his hips to get him moving.

“Please what?” Jason whispers in my ear before taking my earlobe into his mouth and sucking.

I feel it clear to my toes and he groans as I tighten around him.

“Please fuck me,” I hear myself say. I want this. I want this so badly I can taste it.

“Yes ma’am.”