HIS BABY: A Bad Boy Hitman Romance

by April Lust

  “Jesus,” Evan muttered against her mouth, tangling his hand into her hair.

  “Too much?” Hannah asked, but she immediately dove back onto his mouth, licking and biting at his lips, before he could answer. He laughed into her mouth, rubbing her scalp gently, dragging his nails down to her neck.

  Hannah squealed lightly as Evan’s tongue slipped into her mouth, massaging her tongue gently. He finally pulled back, panting furiously, and rubbed the side of her face with his hand, kneading deep circles into her skin. “Not too much,” he said between huge breaths. “Not enough.” He grinned at her and leaned in again, but this time he abandoned her mouth and licked his way down her neck, stopping at her collarbone to nick her skin with his teeth.

  “God, god, oh, god,” Hannah exhaled heavily, arching up into his mouth. Evan’s other hand snaked around her body, finding the hem of her shirt. “Shit, shit, god,” Hannah panted, overwhelmed by the sensation of having her lower back touched for the first time in years.

  “Is this okay?” Evan asked, pulling his mouth up off of her skin. Hannah whined at the loss of contact and forced her shoulders up to recapture his mouth with her skin. But Evan didn’t bite down or lick her again, staring at her expectantly for her answer.

  “It’s okay. It’s really, really, really okay,” Hannah rushed to say. “Now, kiss me, please, please, kiss me.”

  Evan immediately complied, smashing his face into hers, his lips sucking on hers, his tongue massaging her tongue. Goddammit, Hannah had never felt this uninhibited, this free, in her entire life. She tangled her legs around his, wrapping them around his waist. She grinded into his crotch, their clothed genitals rubbing together. “Mm,” Hannah murmured, biting onto Evan’s chin, sucking lightly.

  Evan’s hand lowered to Hannah’s leg, dragging his nails over her thigh. Hannah cried out in response, arching up into his touch. She wanted more of his hand, more of his mouth, more of his body in general. She reached up and wrapped her arm around his neck, tugging him down so there was no more space between their bodies.

  Hannah’s skin felt like it was on fire, like every last one of her nerve endings was screaming in pleasure. But at the same time, she felt scared. It had been so long since she’d done this. She couldn’t help but swallow heavily in between the long, sweet kisses of Evan’s lips. She hoped it would go unnoticed, but his face immediately changed, his brow furrowing and his eyes becoming sharp and focused as he stroked the side of her face. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing,” Hannah rushed to say, leaning up to kiss his lips softly and pushing gently at the back of his head to encourage him to reciprocate. But Evan held himself back, staring down at her expectantly instead of leaning in to kiss her. Hannah sighed deeply and felt herself deflate against the couch cushion. “It’s just…I don’t want to disappoint you.”

  Her heart started pounding in her ears, this time out of anxiety rather than excitement, and she shut her eyes again, afraid to see the expression on Evan’s face. For some reason, she was afraid that he was going to laugh at her, or that her nervousness was a turn-off that would make him get off of her and pretend the whole thing had never happened.

  But instead, she felt his thumb start circling over her cheek, while his other hand soothingly rubbed up and down her leg. “You couldn’t disappoint me. There’s no way.”

  Hannah shook her head, keeping her eyes shut. “I could surprise you. I’m good at that,” she said with a bitter laugh.

  “You are, but you’re good at a lot of things. I’m willing to bet this is one of them,” Evan whispered, leaning in to skim his teeth and lips along the edge of her jaw, causing more and more goosebumps to stand up.

  “It’s just been a long time…since anyone has touched me nicely,” Hannah said in a low, shaky voice. “It’s hard to know what to do with it. I don’t know how to…. perform.” Her face and neck flushed, probably staining a deep red, but as long as she kept her eyes shut she could pretend that she wasn’t blushing like a little schoolgirl.

  “How about you don’t perform then?” Evan whispered. “How about you just let me take care of you?”

  That made her open her eyes, and the sight of Evan’s beautiful, open, honest face made her shiver in his arms. “I can’t—I gotta, you know…” She trailed off embarrassingly, but at least she kept her eyes open this time.

  “Why?” Evan asked her, his hand slipping down from the side of her face down to her neck and collarbone, rubbing little circles into the exposed skin of her shoulder around the edge of her shirt collar. “Why not just let me do my thing, show you what I’ve got?” He leaned in to whisper into her ear, his breath setting nerve endings alight with a sensation that was almost too much to take. “I bet we’ll both have a lot of fun.”

  Hannah shivered again, this time from the top of her head down to the bottom of her feet, practically convulsing in Evan’s arms. “Jesus,” she muttered, bending her neck back to give him more space as he began kissing his way up and down the path from her earlobe to her collarbone. “Jesus Christ.”

  “Yeah, baby,” Evan whispered just before licking a long hot strip down the center of her neck. “Yeah, just relax for me.”

  Hannah did as instructed, as best as she could anyway, mentally ordering all of her muscles to unclench and sink into the couch, sink into Evan’s blistering touch. There was something about being called “baby” that made her entire brain tingle with heat. She almost couldn’t believe how safe it made her feel, being taken care of by someone so dangerous.

  But she ordered herself not to question it. Don’t ruin this for yourself, she said internally. Just enjoy it. You might not get another chance if— But she stopped short before she finished that sentence and forced herself not to think of Salvatore. Not at a time like this. Not when she was enjoying herself for once. If she let him into her mind again, he’d win, and that was entirely fucking unsatisfactory.

  Evan’s teeth came out to play at her neck, sucking lightly at first, just at the juncture of her collarbone. “Oh…uh…damn,” Hannah whispered, low enough that Evan might not have been able to hear it, but goddammit, she had to say something. It just felt so good, being touched gently, but with an edge of pain just waiting on the other side. She reached up and tangled her hand into Evan’s hair again, pushing him down harder onto her neck. “Bite me,” she grunted out, bending her neck back to give him more space.

  Evan laughed lightly and did as he was told, digging his teeth into her skin more firmly before using his lips to suck on the sensitive spot and then applying his tongue to soothe her skin. “You like that?” he asked in a low, gravelly voice. Hannah felt sparks ride up her spine at the sound of his voice and thrusted against him without even thinking about it, shoving her hips up against his. “I’ll take that as a yes,” Evan said with a little laugh, dragging his nails up her leg, digging into the fabric of her jeans. “These need to come off.”

  Hannah swallowed a little to clear her throat and steady herself. “Um, okay,” she said, but her voice was uncertain.

  Evan stared down at her for a second without saying anything, his eyes intense and focused as they searched her face. “Are you not okay with that? They can stay on if you want.”

  “They might get in the way,” Hannah said with a laugh, and Evan smiled down at her, his eyes twinkling warmly, and that made her feel a little more secure, a little safer to tell the truth. “Again, I just…it’s stupid,” she said, giggling a little nervously. “But, um, I’ve got mom thighs, you know what I mean.”

  Evan’s eyes tore themselves away from her face and dropped down to stare at her legs, rubbing the side of her thighs. Hannah felt her skin prickle with anxiety, watching him take her in and judge her body. She waited with bated breath as he felt her up with his hand, kneading her skin and muscle with his fingers. “Fucking beautiful,” he murmured a minute later, baring his teeth a little and growling under his breath as he squeezed her thigh more firmly.

  “Really?” Hannah asked wi
thout meaning to. Words and sounds were leaving her mouth without her permission, but she couldn’t even blame herself. Evan was pulling them out of her so easily, his hands and mouth and eyes completely undoing her armor, taking her out of her shell.

  “Yes, really,” Evan said in an incredulous tone of voice, like he couldn’t even believe that she was asking the question. “So fucking beautiful. I can’t wait to get you out of these clothes.”

  Hannah’s chest started heaving furiously, huge panting breaths leaving her mouth as Evan traveled down her body, stopping at the hem of her pants. He pushed up her shirt an inch or two to expose her skin and then leaned in to kiss and lick and bite teasingly at the flesh just above her jeans. Evan sucked the skin below her belly button into his mouth, pulling so hard that he probably left a mark, while his fingers came up to scratch gently on her hipbones. Hannah exhaled in huge puffs of air. She was starting to feel like her ribcage was too small for her body, that she was using so much air that her lungs couldn’t contain it all. But she needed more. Hannah arched her hips up, wanting more of his mouth on her skin.

  “Mm? You want it, baby?” Evan asked her, his teeth sliding sharply along the skin just outside of her jeans, making her cry out in surprise and pleasure.

  “I do,” Hannah replied breathlessly, bringing one hand up to wipe the beads of sweat off her forehead. “I really, really fucking do, dammit,” she murmured, words spilling out of her involuntarily.

  Evan pulled his mouth off of her skin, and Hannah whined highly to complain, but then he lowered his mouth back down, this time wrapping around the button on her jeans and pulling it up so that the fabric of her pants lifted off her hips. “Oh,” Hannah whispered, spreading her legs apart to give him more space.

  One of Evan’s hands traveled down from her hips to the side of her legs, finally slipping under her thighs and then squeezing her covered ass. “Mmm,” Evan murmured before fastening his mouth around the zipper of her jeans and tugging it downward.

  “You like my ass?” Hannah asked between long panting breaths. She wasn’t trying to tease him. It was an honest question.

  “Love it,” Evan shot back, digging his fingers in harder to squeeze it more firmly. Then his mouth moved back up to her button, struggling to undo it for a long moment. Evan groaned lightly in frustration, and Hannah laughed a little and tried to reach down to undo the button herself, but Evan just kissed the top of her hand and nudged it away with his nose before returning to his work, tugging at the button until it finally popped free. Evan lifted his head back up to the hem of her jeans, wrapping his mouth around the fabric and pulling it down to expose her underwear and thighs. Hannah lifted her hips and legs up to help him tug the jeans down, leaving her in her panties and shirt.

  “Gorgeous,” Evan muttered, his tongue sliding along the space between her naked, shivering thighs.

  “Thank you,” Hannah murmured softly in response, spreading her thighs apart to welcome more of his tongue onto her skin.

  He licked his way down to her knees, setting her nerve endings on fire as his teeth came out to play, roughly rubbing the edges of her kneecaps. Evan then moved down, biting his way along her calves, switching from one leg to another then back to the first again.

  “Suck me,” Hannah demanded, her voice becoming firmer and more confident. Evan seemed to like it, chuckling lowly into her skin before he began doing as he was told, dragging her skin in between his teeth. It hurt a little, being squeezed that way, but Hannah wanted more of it. She wanted all of his mouth. She wanted him to consume her, bite into every inch of her body.

  Evan kept sucking little circles into her skin, going down, down, down to her feet. He paused at her ankles, sucking the hard bone into his mouth and swirling his tongue around in thick wet circles. Hannah groaned and squirmed around on the couch. She’d never been touched this way before. Who knew that her feet were so sensitive and raw, that they begged to be touched?

  Even the lightest little bite made her squeal under her breath and lift her hips up off the couch, but she wanted more, she wanted it harder and harder. Evan seemed to sense her desires, because he started sucking more of her skin into his mouth as he traveled his way down to her toes. He started with the pinky toe, wrapping his tongue around it and sucking gently, then harder and harder as Hannah moaned. Then he moved onto the next toe, and the next, and the next, before bending her foot upward to get at the skin of her sole.

  “Unnh, please, please, baby,” Hannah whispered, shifting her hips around in wide circles as the hyper-sensitive nerves of her feet were stimulated so sweetly by his tongue. She could feel herself get wetter and wetter in between her legs, and she was still only half naked, dripping inside her underwear.

  “Yeah?” Evan grunted in between tiny little sharp bites of her foot that had her squealing and squirming under him. “You fucking want it?”

  “I do, I really want it, please, please, give it to me,” Hannah said in a rush, knocking her head back into the couch cushion, feeling herself flush a deep red as Evan began climbing back up her body.

  “You’re such a good girl,” Evan whispered, taking her head into his hands and pressing their sweaty foreheads together. “You deserve everything. You know that? Everything.”

  Hannah shivered again, lightly this time, and she clutched at Evan’s arms to steady herself, digging her nails into his bare upper arms. “Please. Please give it to me,” she said again, reaching up to lightly peck his lips.

  “Yeah, baby, I’m gonna give it to you,” Evan promised, pressing her back down into the couch with his weight and slipping his tongue gently into her mouth. “I’m gonna give it to you.”

  She rubbed the back of his neck and stuck her hand down the back of his shirt, trying to get at his bare skin. She’d never touched him like this before. The most she’d ever touched him before was when she was tying him up, and she hadn’t appreciated his form when that happened.

  His back muscles were firm and defined. Hannah dug her nails into his skin, wanting to release all of the tension of his muscles. She wanted him to sink deep into her body, give up all of his energy, all of the pain he’d been carrying around for God knows how many years. Give it to me, she thought silently, and she knew now that she meant more than just fucking. She wanted him to relax, too. She wanted him to surrender to her. I can handle it, she thought. I can take whatever you are, whatever pain you’ve got, I can handle it.

  Hannah clutched hard onto his back and pushed upward, switching their positions as fluidly as possible as she straddled his body, sitting on top of his waist. Evan panted heavily as he stared up at her, fiery desire apparent in his eyes as he surveyed her body from this new angle. Hannah ran her hands over his clothed chest and reached up to his hands, pressing them down into the fabric of the couch.

  She just held him still for a minute, curious to see if he would obey her. To her surprise, he didn’t budge and just stared up at her patiently, gripping her hands back firmly but rubbing gentle circles into the back of her hands with his thumbs. Hannah grinned down at him and leaned down to kiss the top of his nose, moving over to his cheek, his jaw, his other cheek, his chin. She wanted to cover him with kisses. She wanted to mark him up as hers.

  “I’m ahead of you,” Hannah said, pulling one hand away from his to gesture to her naked legs. “That’s not fair.”

  “Oh, yeah,” Evan said, a slow smile spreading across his face. “You gotta fix that, huh?”

  Hannah nodded. “Mm-hmm,” she murmured, leaning down again to kiss his forehead and the top of his hair. “I want to see you. Will you let me?”

  Evan grinned wider and bit his lip seductively. “I might be amenable to that,” he said, pushing his hips up to thrust his pelvis into hers, brushing his jeans against the exposed skin on either side of her underwear.

  Hannah groaned a little at the friction and leaned down to suck Evan’s lips into her mouth, massaging them with her tongue. She was learning things about herself. She liked being in c
ontrol, just as much as she liked being taken care of. It was nice feeling Evan vibrate underneath her, all of his body perfectly ripe for the picking.

  “You’re so fucking hot,” she murmured against his mouth, going down to lick and bite at his chin and then down to his neck, while her hands fumbled with the buttons on his jeans. She finally succeeded in undoing them a few seconds later, but that felt like an eternity at this rate, so she hurriedly yanked down his pants, traveling down his body to pull them off his feet and throwing them onto the floor next to hers.

  Without thinking, she growled a little as she surveyed his thick, muscular legs, running her hands over them to feel the sweet little hairs that lined his thighs and calves. She’d never been with someone so manly before, someone with so many strong and powerful muscles. A little shiver ran up her spine as she wondered what they could do to her in bed. Hannah bent over and ran her tongue along the space between his thighs, stopping short at his boxers. She didn’t want to get him too excited too quickly, even if he did groan in impatience above her. “I’ll get there,” she promised softly. “Don’t worry.”