Page 82 of Unravelling The Hitman: A BWWM Romance

She’d unleashed feelings that had been wrapped up and tucked away since the moment our eyes locked.

Impatiently, I drew her to me.

Her toes slid against the wooden floor, whisking over the surface like a chalk on board.

“Stop me now,” I cried huskily. “If you don’t…”

She cupped my cheeks and drew my face close, pressing another kiss to my lips. This one screamed her hunger. Fingernails dug into the scruff at the back of my neck, legs climbed.

My heartbeat thundered, a pounding percussion in the night.

Angel’s softness against my hardness drove me crazy. My fingers dipped to my zipper before I caught my breath and paused. A gift this divine could not be rushed. It must be savored, tasted to the full extent.

I slowed her down. Hand to her jaw. Moved her to the table where I pinned her by the waist and bent her back on the glass surface. As I kissed her, my fingers slid down her face to her neck to her shoulders in as excruciatingly slow a pace as I could muster.

My head angled in the other direction. Our lips moved to a tangled harmony, a slow love song that begged patience and teased of better things to come.

She moaned, her thighs twitching. Closer.

I sated her by guiding those precious brown legs up and hitching them against my waist, allowing her to lock on to me so she felt my desire.

She bucked.

I slammed my hand on the table, cursing my bright idea.

Glass rattled.

Angel exhaled against my lips, wiggling her hips and causing more chaos in my body. She had no idea what she’d done and how much it had affected me.

Every nerve heightened, crackled. Her kiss, her touch, it sparked a flame and it was blazing through my nerves at a rate that warned the frenzy would not be contained.

A fury of sensations rattled my skin.

“Your bedroom,” I growled.

“Protection,” she answered.

I wanted to unwrap my gift right here on the table, but I respected her words. Pulling back, I seared her with a look that made her shiver. “Go to your room and wait for me.”

She sat up, black hair mussed and spilling around her. Backlit by the light, her dark skin glowed just like her namesake. I trembled, hungered, half-crazed and dove in again, kissing Angel’s neck, down, beneath her shirt, her cheeks and jaw.

She was my oxygen and I was desperate for air.

Our lips met in a desperate clash.

She’d brought me to the precipice of love and, with a tug of her teeth on my bottom lip, she was dragging me over.

Her slender hands pressed against my chest, jostling me back, giving her space. I allowed a smidge of breath to pass between our lips.

“Please… don’t hurt me,” she begged. Brown eyes swept beneath thick black lashes.

“Never.” I caressed her face. The words pressed against my chest and ached to be free. “I love you.”

She paused, her eyebrows crinkling. I saw her weighing my words. Saw the fragile hope and the stubborn pride.

Breathing heavily, I swept her off the table and set her on her feet.

She would believe me.

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