Our eyes locked, and I could practically hear her throat go "gulp."
I slapped my hand on her head like I was giving a nervous puppy a pat.
"Sorry about that. Let's hit the reset button. What's your name?"
She took a second to answer " Hazel."
My eyebrow twitched. That was not a name expected from an assassin.
"Hazel." I repeated it. Tension between us slipped away, and the thought of going easy on her crossed my mind.
click!
The last of her suit fell away, and the air hit her skin, making her shiver.
"What are you--"
I didn't give her a chance to react. I yanked her suit in one motion, exposing her body.
"What? Did you really think I would stop for talk? Sorry to break your bubbles, but I'm not that type of guy. I'll hear your story after I make you mine."
I lowered my head and breathed her in, right against her black panty. Her whole body went rigid. A shaky gasp was the only sound she made.
Then I tasted her. The fabric of her underwear was wet and tempting.
