Page 28 of The Hitman's Secret Love Child

Chapter 11

Robyn

Slowly, I began to wake from one of the deepest, most peaceful sleeps I’d had in a very long time to the feeling of a hard, warm body situated tight against mine. I snuggled tighter into the heat. Wait? What in the hell? My mind was foggy for a moment as I attempted to give it some thought.

Then the smell of his cologne drifted to my consciousness and I knew immediately. It was an all too familiar scent. While I knew I should be pulling away, the feel of his embrace was too comforting. Tightening my grip on him, I inhaled deeply and savoured that scent as all the good memories I had of us came rushing to the forefront, refusing to allow the bad ones to enter in. I’d lived too many bad as it was already, I needed the good right now and Constantine was it.

“Robyn?”

My body froze next to his. The gig was up.

“You’re faking sleep.”

I groaned inwardly. “How did you know?” I opened my eyes and my gaze met his. There was a hint of a smile on his lips.

“Because I know you. This isn’t the first time we’ve been together in bed, you know.”

“I know.” Heat coloured my cheeks. “But it’s been a long time.”

His gaze dipped to my lips, lingering there. Running my tongue along my lower lip, I pulled it between my teeth and nibbled softly.

“Are you doing that on purpose?”

I released my lip, leaving it glistening. “Doing what?”

“Biting your lips. It’s sexy as hell, always has been.”

“Oh?” I remembered, though I couldn’t help but play innocent. The feel of his body, so hard and unyielding against mine, made me want to see and feel what was underneath the clothing he was wearing from last night. But there was one other factor that was tempting me – the unmistakable hardness of his dick against my stomach. Yeah sure, it may just be morning wood, but still I wanted to believe it was due to me being next to him. At least my body was beginning to react as if it were.

Regardless of what reasons brought us together we shared a past once and up until I found out I was pregnant and discovered what he’d done, we’d been happy. Even after those discoveries, leaving him was the hardest thing I’d ever had to do.

“Now you’re playing coy. That act never worked on me before, what makes you think it’ll work now?”

Grinning, I shrugged as I propped my head on my hand, continuing to stare up and into his brilliant blue eyes. “If I recall it worked fine back then.”

“When it suited me it worked.” He mimicked my position.

The teasing in his voice and the look in his eyes made me swoon inside. It had been a long time since I’d felt like this for anyone. Not even in the beginning of my relationship with Gabriel. It made me wonder why I’d ever married him in the first place when there was a man in the world who could make the butterflies appear in the stomach with a mere look and smile.

I couldn’t stop what happened next and I challenge anyone to fault me for it. Impulsively, I leaned forward and brushed my lips across his. His body became even more rigid if that was at all possible and for a moment his lips were unresponsive.

I need to pull away, I thought, embarrassed with myself for taking such a brazen move. I mean, really, it was pretty nervy of me. He really hadn’t given me any indicators he was interested. Except for the giant-assed erection, a voice at the back of my mind chimed in. Okay, well, except that.

Just when I decided it was best to pull away he responded, returning the kiss. While he hadn’t been the one to kiss me, he quickly took over, his lips crushing onto mine. My heart soared as adrenaline raced through my body. I moaned softly, my lips parting slightly and inviting him in.

Constantine accepted the invitation, his tongue slipping past my parted lips in search of mine. When our tongues touched, my entire body came alive in a craving for him so intense that if I didn’t indulge the yearning, surely I’d go mad.

He pushed forward, his lips remaining on mine, his tongue playing and teasing as I fell back against the mattress, my arms wrapping around his neck, keeping him secure to me. While our tongues continued to play a cat and mouse game that felt so beautifully familiar, my fingers dug into his shoulders, caressing the thick, sculpted muscle beneath the cotton shirt.

I murmured his name as his lips slid from mine and to the side of my neck. Constantine… his name was on the tip of my tongue every time I was with a man since him. I’d never made the grave error of calling his name out by mistake, thank goodness, but it had been close.

I exhaled as surges of pleasure raced through me as he gently nipped and kissed his way down my neck. Arching my back, I let my head fall back, giving him better access to the tender area, the apex between my legs beginning to throb as the feelings of pleasure within me intensified.

“Mommy!”

Damn. I groaned and bit back a string of curses as the moment between us shattered and the reality of the situation came to hit me full force. Opening my eyes, I watched Constantine as he lifted himself from me and slid from the bed.

“I’ll take care of it,” he said, already on his way to open the bedroom door. “The shower is down the hall if you would like to use it.”

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