Page 14 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Hitman

No more playing along.

Because I want Annie Lowell to know exactly who’s kissing her back, claiming her mouth with hungry intensity. More than that, I want her to admit it. To say my name again, this time with her nails digging into my back.

We break apart, breathing hard, then dive right back in. Annie’s hands roam up into my hair, while I’m gripping her peachy little ass. She’s sweet as candy, rocking against my thigh and moaning into my lips.

Fucking perfect.

The music is loud enough to rattle my teeth in their gums, and it’s dark and anonymous in this club. The dance floor ispacked with bodies, and yet we’re in our own private world, just another couple twisted around each other in the shadows.

It’s hot. It’s sweaty. The air tastes like haze and spilled alcohol.

And I never want this moment to end.

Annie scratches her fingernails against my scalp, sending a flurry of sparks traveling down my spine. She strokes her tongue against my own, and my cock is harder than titanium right now, pressing against my zipper.

Yes.

I’ve wanted her for so long. Craved her for years, ever since we were teenagers growing up in the same stifling suburb. Knowing that Annie was right next door all that time, hearing her and Wyatt hanging out together in the den on their movie nights, catching glimpses of her sunbathing out on the grass… it was torture.

Wasn’t good enough for her then.

I deserve her even less now.

But maybe I’m done with fighting fate. Done with denying the pull I feel to this woman, stronger than any magnet.

Annie Lowell ismine.

And I’m hers. She can do whatever she wants with me.

Annie must sense that too, must intuit the fact that she owns me, because her hands start roaming all over my body. Mapping her territory.

As we kiss long and hard, barely coming up for air, she strokes over my chest and shoulders. Her hot little palms trace down to my biceps and squeeze the muscles there, like she’s testing their strength. I fight the mad urge to flex.

Annie strokes past my elbows and forearms, all the way down to my wrists, the nerve endings sparking beneath my bare skin. Then she plants her hands on my hips, rubbing her thumbsagainst the solid jut of bone before stroking up to my stomach and tracing my abs through the cotton of my t-shirt.

A shudder wracks my frame.

On and on she touches me, so possessive that it makes me light-headed. Like she’s waited years for this too, and she’s not wasting another single second.

When Annie’s fingers hook in the waistband of my jeans, I groan into her mouth.Not here, I want to say—not because I want her to stop, but because I don’t trust my own self control. Not since she started humping my thigh in time with the beat. She’s still doing it, too, rolling her hips in a slow, maddening tease, while we cling together, half dancing, half wrecked.

Annie’s lips curve against mine. Something tickles my left ear, and I snarl and swat the pink feather boa away, letting it drop onto the ground to get trampled beneath the other club goers’ feet.

Nuisance dealt with, I grab Annie’s ass again with both hands. This is their new default position. Her perfect, peachy ass is my new favorite stress ball.

My heart drums as I squeeze, pressing her close.

“This is nuts,” Annie says, breaking away from our kiss to shout into my ear. With the music so loud, I still have to strain to hear her. “This is crazy, right?”

Maybe.

Okay, yeah. This is nuts. We’re here together because Annie put a bag over my head and kidnapped me from a bar, and because I pretended to be my estranged twin brother and went along with it. This whole night has been insane.

But the craziest thing to me is how fuckingrightthis all feels—how incendiary Annie Lowell is in my arms. She’s burning me to a crisp, turning my insides molten, and I don’t even care. I’ll burn to ash before I ever let go.

“I don’t care,” I shout back over the music. “Crazy can be good.”

As we yell at each other over the din, Annie’s fingertips slide around the inside of my waistband, tickling my bare skin. My abs clench, and I let out a hiss of pleasure—but then Annie reaches my lower back and goes still in my arms.

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