Page 63 of The Sniper
“Jayden.No.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I...”I glance away, then back.“I want you.I am not happy that you didn’t tell me you were finishing early.I don’t like surprises.”
It’s a lie.
He studies me for a long second, and as I hold his gaze, I see that his defenses are faltering.The heat in his eyes, the hunger, the fact that he doesn’t think he can stop himself.
My half-drunk flirting crossed the line, but I’m not sorry.Unless he leaves, and then I think I’ll be way more upset than I care to admit.
He needs this job.
I should let him leave.
“You sure you want this?”Jayden asks, and we both know he’s not referring to him escorting me home.
My heart stutters.
“Yes,” I whisper.
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AFTER WHAT FEELS likea thousand hours, Jayden straightens, has a conversation I can’t make out, then climbs in beside me.
Neither of us says a word for about a block.
I’m barely breathing.
“Tonight will be my last day working your security,” Jayden says.
I gasp; I can’t help it.
Why?Have I completely misread this and crossed a line?Oh God.Perhaps I have.
But when our eyes lock and see his pained gaze is also full of fire, I am more confused than ever.
Then he turns his enormous body and shocks the hell out of me by cupping my face.
Holy hell.
“Tiffany, unless you say no really damn loud, when I get you home, I’m tearing that dress off and I’m going to fuck you against your front door.”
Whoa.
My mouth parts as my sex bursts into flames.I’m still searching for a response when his mouth crashes down on mine.
Jesus.
I grab his thick biceps and hold on for dear life while this man kisses me.Not just kisses me, he’s consuming me.His hand slides up my thigh and pauses near the top, waiting for me to respond.
I moan.
He moans back, and then his fingers are underneath my tiny panties and gliding through my bare pussy.
“Fuck me,” Jayden groans.“Smooth and wet.”
I moan again his mouth.“Jay, I can’t wait until we get home.I need more.”
