Page 12 of The Hitman's Virgin
Evander ran the backs of his fingers along her cheek toward her mouth, then ran his thumb along her lower lip. “You’re absolutely perfect, Callie. I’m going to make you mine.”
Chapter Five
Evander had struggled to keep his hands off her. He had known from the start that the moment he touched her, it was going to be a challenge not to.
“I’ve never done this,” she said.
She was so damn precious.
“I can show you everything you need to know.” He waited just a beat, looking into her deep blue eyes, waiting for her to give him the signal, and the moment she did, he took full possession of her lips.
It felt like he’d been waiting a lifetime for this. He wasn’t going to push. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her into running away. Sinking one hand into her hair, he cupped the back of her head, not too tight, just enough to keep her right where he needed her. The moment he felt her respond to his kisses, he deepened the kiss by tracing his tongue across her bottom lip.
He swallowed down her moans, and he felt an instant hit go straight to his cock, thickening by the second. She was driving him crazy. With his other hand, he cupped her waist, but then slid down, gripping her full rounded ass as he pulled her in close. There was no mistaking how much he wanted her. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d been this aroused. No other woman had ever made him feel this way, and it was intoxicating.
He ran his hands down her back, going toward her ass, pulling her closer.
Callie broke from the kiss, but she had also wrapped her arms around his neck. “What are you doing?”
She sounded a little panicked, but he also heard that ache in her voice. She clearly didn’t want to stop kissing him, and he was all down for that. He wanted those beautiful lips back.
“I’m taking this to someplace more comfortable.” And he scooped her up and carried her through to his bedroom, which was where she was meant to be. In his room, always.
He didn’t like sleeping in his bed without her. Last night had been torture knowing she was so close but out of reach. Evander put her down onto her feet, but the desire to throw her to the bed and have his way with her was so strong. He held himself back, as he knew Callie was going to need time.
Stroking her cheek, he kissed her again, softly, and Callie ran her hands up his chest. She was cautious, whimpering as he pulled her in close.
“You’re beautiful, Callie.” He wanted to touch every inch of her body and explore her in the way he’d imagined for so long.
All he wanted to do was give her pleasure and hear her screaming his name from the rooftops. He wanted it echoing around the walls. This was so different for him. Evander was used to stalking someone in his line of work. This is what he did to learn someone’s habits. To know where their weak points were. Callie was the first person he stalked so he could get to know her without killing her. This was a whole new feeling.
“Are you afraid?” he asked.
“No, not with you.”
He grabbed the edge of her shirt, quickly pulled it off, and tossed it across the room. She wore a lace bra, which just about covered her tits, but they looked like they were pressing to get out of the cups. Just looking at her made his dick ache. She was so damn innocent, and seeing it on display right now was too much.
He dealt with the catch on her skirt, pulling it down and releasing it so it easily fell to the floor. She wore a pair of matching panties, and he didn’t expect anything different. He had filled his home with clothes suited to her size and shape, andshe was only to have the best. She looked sensational. All of her curves on display just for him.
She made him ache. He wanted to fuck her so damn badly, it was hurting his dick to still be confined to the pants.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
There was the slightest hesitation, which he accepted, since she barely knew him. He actually liked her being reserved, even with him.
“Yes,” she said.
“Good. Follow my lead. I’ll never do anything to hurt you.”
He pressed her to the bed, and she sat down on the edge. Taking possession of her lips once again, he gripped the edge of her lace bra, which was the kind you pulled over the head, and the moment he did, he tossed that out of his way and cupped her full ripe tits. She had nice large nipples. His mouth watered for a taste of her, and he took one of those nipples into his mouth, savoring her gasp of pleasure.
Evander looked up and saw her eyes closed and her head tilted back as he flicked his tongue back and forth across the hardened bud. She was driving him fucking crazy. His cock was next to bursting, and he had no choice but to open the button and release the fly of his pants, to ease the pressure around his dick.
He moved to her other nipple and lavished attention on her before kissing down her body. Damn, she was perfect. He pressed down on her shoulders, getting her to lie back, and then he tore her panties from her body. He would buy her new ones.
Spreading her thick legs, he looked at her precious clit, and he had intended to take his time, but the scent of her and his overall need was just too much. There was only so much control a man could possess and when it came to Callie, he was a weakman. That is why he’d stalked her this long, learning everything he needed to know about her.
He was completely, one hundred percent crazy about this girl.
