Page 13 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Hitman

Instead I drag Dean directly onto the dark, crowded dance floor, tugging on his hand and plunging through writhing bodies until we nearly hit the back wall.

I turn and blink up at the wrong Kinnear twin. He’s closer than I expected, looming over me in the gloom, and when he starts to move to the music, my heart stutters in my chest.

Oh no.

Dean candance.

It’s not like Wyatt’s carefree bopping either—these movements are deliberate. Sensual. The way a man dances when he has complete control of his body, and he wields that control like a weapon.

I nearly swallow my tongue.

“Come on, Annie.” Warm hands trace down my bare arms and circle my wrists, before lifting them up and hooking them behind Dean’s neck. The short hairs at his hairline tickle my flushed skin, and the music is so loud, Ifeelhis words more than I hear them. “Dance with me.”

A big hand flattens against my lower back, pressing me closer and moving me in time to the beat. My traitorous hips start swaying, my body slotting naturally against Dean’s.

We’re so close his minty breath tickles my cheek.

So close I can feel his rock-solid abs through the soft cotton of his t-shirt.

So close my head swims and my eyes flutter closed.

The music is dark and tempting, throbbing insistently through my veins. A bead of sweat runs down my spine, and my camisole is sticking to my back again, but I don’t care. Not when Dean’s thigh slots between mine, grinding our bodies even closer together.

Arousal twists in my lower belly, and thank god for the loud music or he’d hear my breathy whimper. Suddenly, I’d giveanythingfor this crowd and these clothes to be gone; for Dean Kinnear to hook my thigh around his waist, line himself up, and sink deep inside me, pressing me up against the painted stone wall.

This is crazy.

The thought snakes through me, then it’s gone. I’m too busy rolling my hips to the beat, grinding down against Dean’s hard thigh, chasing the delicious tingle of friction. Too busy letting loose in the safe cage of his arms, eyes still closed so I can pretend this is all another daydream.

The feather boa tickles my nose, and my eyes shoot open. Oh, god. This is supposed to be a bachelor night for my nerdy best friend. Instead I’m here in the dark, dry humping his mysterious twin.

So crazy.

Above me, Dean tilts his head, like he’s reading my thoughts as they flit across my face. His chest rises and falls with a deep breath, then his arms tighten around me, sealing me against his front.

The message is clear: he doesn’t want to let go. Not yet.

And as my pulse hammers in my wrists, my throat, between my legs, I grip him back, hooking my wrists even more securely around his neck.

I don’t want to let go yet either.

Even though we’ve blown our own cover, even though Wyatt and I would never, ever dance like this, I don’t want to admit that out loud and have the night end. Not until I break one more rule.

“Dean.” I murmur his name, my lips moving in the darkness. His eyes widen, and he stares at my mouth like he’s dying to see me say his name again.

I don’t say it again.

What I do is even more off-limits.

Rocking up onto my tiptoes, I pull on Dean’s neck until he bends down within reach. Then, with my heart racing at a hundred miles per hour, I tilt up my face and press our lips together.

Seven

Dean

The second Annie’s mouth brushes mine, my last shred of self-control tears itself to ribbons. Heat surges in my veins, my heart booms in my chest, and every cell in my body throbs with the urgent need tokiss her, keep her, claim her.Tilting my head to the side, I slide my tongue past her lips.

There’s no more pretending that I’m Wyatt.

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