Page 21 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Hitman

“Okay.” She raises her chin and meets my eye, visibly bracing herself. “Tell me everything, Dean.”

So I do.

I lay it all at Annie Lowell’s feet.

I tell her about my first job, and the way I threw up afterward. The nights when I don’t sleep so well. The near misses where I’ve been hurt and left to stitch up my own wounds.

I tell her about my personal rules for my work, and how even though it’s wrong in a lot of ways, I’m also cleaning up the world one monster at a time. How some days I even feel proud of what I do. How I’ve taken a few jobs for free, when people have come to me scared and broke and seriously desperate.

I put it all out there: the good, the bad and the ugly. I hold nothing back, and the only other sounds as I talk are Annie’s quiet breaths and the steadydrip, drip, dripof the shower head behind me. If she lets me stick around, I’ll fix that for her.

“What if I wanted you to stop?” Annie asks when I’m finally done, her fingers twisting together. She hasn’t cringed away from me or edged toward the bathroom door, but shedoeslook nervous right now. Pale and tense. “What if I’m okay with everything you’ve done before, but I can’t handle that kind of worry going forward?”

Such an easy answer. “Then I’m done.”

Annie’s laugh bursts out of her, echoing off the bathroom tiles. “Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

Okay, I can’t hold back any longer—but when I reach out slowly, Annie doesn’t duck away. She lets me cup her cheek. Hell, she even leans into my hand a little, chasing my touch like a cute little cat.

My belly warms.

Yes.Thank fuck.

“I’d do anything for you, Lowell.” My words are gritty with emotion.

Her mouth quirks. “Even get a normal, boring job?”

“Even that.” My thumb strokes her soft, warm skin. “Guess I’ll have to chase my thrills elsewhere.”

Her chest rises and falls, her breaths coming faster. There’s a blush climbing up Annie’s throat, and that pink tinge to her skin is the cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen.

Want to lick it. Taste it. Chase it all the way up to her jaw, and back down to the sweet mounds of her tits. They’ve been torturing me all night in that camisole.

“You look hangry again,” Annie says. Too true. I’m fucking starving for another taste of my girl, because those few kisses in the club weren’t nearly enough. “Do we need to fix you another dinner, Mister Big Scary Hit Man?”

Grinning, I shake my head, and slide my hand around to cup the back of Annie’s neck. She trembles under my touch, but in the good way. Thereallygood way, with her socked toes digging into the fluffy bath mat and her thighs squeezing together.

“No need.” My thumb strokes her hairline. So soft and wispy. “I’ve got another meal in mind.”

Annie laughs as I tug her forward, stumbling into my chest, and I lean down for another life-changing kiss.

Ten

Annie

The second Dean seals his mouth to mine, heat sweeps through my body like a blazing wildfire. Raising up onto my toes, I pant against his lips between kisses, clinging to his shoulders for dear life.

Hell. Yeah.

I’m burning up.

I’mscorched.

And every touch, every kiss, cranks my fever higher. Can’t get enough of this man. Need more.

Because even though everything went wrong back on that dance floor, even though I fled, all the arousal that Dean stoked in me earlier neverreallywent away. It’s been dormant, banked but still simmering, and now all it takes is a single kiss to fan the flames back to life.

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