Chapter Six
Davis followed Hannah back to her house. For a fleeting moment he’d thought she’d turn him down and he’d have to sneak into her home to finish the job. The idea didn’t sit well with him, though he knew it shouldn’t matter one way or another. He chalked it up to his ego; being turned down by an attractive woman would wound anyone’s pride.
He made a show of keeping close to Hannah’s vehicle, but of course he already knew where she lived. He also knew exactly when he’d leave her place—at three AM. Too late for the night owls to notice, too early for the early risers to be up and about. Her neighborhood was generally quiet, and he hadn’t noticed activity at that time. Not that it mattered if people noticed him leaving; he’d be long gone before Hannah would be missed at work. He’d be safely ensconced in his island home as they interviewed shocked neighbors and friends.
She pulled into her driveway and he parked along the curb. He met her as she was unlocking her front door. He took in the neighboring houses, but didn’t notice any nosy neighbors. He followed her inside. She dropped her purse on the coffee table then turned to face him. Her eyes shone with nervousness, as did the fidgety way she clasped her hands.
He peered around the room. Comfy furniture, a few photographs on the walls. Cozy but not overly homely. A place to stay, but not to settle. He knew the look; his place back at Tortola looked the same.
“I’m sure you’re used to more,” she said a bit breathily.
“It’s inviting,” he said, wanting to put her at ease.
At this point he should be running on predatory instinct. It was nearing ten PM, he had but a few hours left with Hannah. The sooner he was through with it, the sooner he’d be back in Tortola. Not that he’d ever enjoyed the actual kill, but he’d never dreaded it either. And as he stood there, staring into Hannah’s impossibly large and guileless eyes, he felt dread seeping into places he long thought dead to a man like him. A man that killed without emotion or regret.
She also stirred within him other things he hadn’t felt since his fiancée. A woman he’d had to leave behind to enter this world. Last he’d heard Marla had found another man and was happily married with children. A life denied to Davis, but he felt no envy for it. Perhaps he was truly a sociopath.
He reached out his hand, palm up. An invitation, because he needed her to come to him, to walk into the trap he was setting. Weakness had come upon him; he wouldn’t be able to simply take then destroy her. He half-hoped she’d change her mind and send him out of her house. But then what? He couldn’t leave it undone.
She reached out, taking his hand. The trap was sprung, her life was now in countdown, and he had little choice but to follow through. With a gentle tug, he pulled her against him. He stared into her face. She really was lovely, and the freckles dotting her skin gave her innocence. Should she have lived to be an old woman, they would’ve always given her a youthful glow.
He cupped her face, closed his eyes, and sought her lips. The kiss was a gentle coaxing, a teasing and testing. Lust had been put on hold as he explored his own feelings in the moment. He’d lived so much of his life in only two worlds—lust and indifference—that he couldn’t quite grasp what Hannah had done to him.
Then she moaned and sank into him, digging her fingers through his hair, offering him everything. His cock grew rigid, her taste intoxicated him, and all thought was lost save for having her.
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Hannah had never been so turned on in all her life. Davis was a master seducer with his kiss, his hands, his incredible, deep voice that whispered wicked things in her ear. She worked at the buttons of his shirt, clinging to his kiss, while trying to tug him in the direction of her bedroom. He seemed to know where they were going, and guided her backwards down the hallway and through the bedroom door.
They tumbled onto the bed. His mouth left hers and his teeth found the sensitive skin of her neck. She yanked at his shirt until a few buttons popped free and found the smooth, hard flesh of his shoulders beneath. Satin over the steely strength of muscle. Her fingertips reveled in the contrast.
“You’ll be the end of me,” he said, parting her wrap top, his hands covering the lace of her bra. She moaned, arching as he stroked over her nipples. “Every inch of you is a luxury to be enjoyed.”
But she grew impatient. She wanted to be skin to skin with the power she felt beneath her hands.
“I can’t wait,” she pleaded. “Please.”
He braced up on his hands, and she gazed into his eyes. The icy blue had warmed with desire, but she found she had to look away. Something in those eyes still unsettled her. His lips lifted in a wry grin.
“As you wish.” He stood from the bed. “Give me a few moments to run to my car.”
Hannah waited and he soon returned carrying a gym bag.
“You packed an overnight bag? Presumptuous, don’t you think?” she teased.
He chuckled, dropping the bag near the bed. “It’s spare clothing I keep in case of emergencies.”
He winked. Then she watched in rapt fascination as he undressed. The tailored shirt gave way, and she devoured the sight of his broad chest—well-developed pecs sprinkled with coarse hair, then lower, to his ripped abs. His capable fingers made short work of his pants and boxer briefs, and…
My God, how will I take that all in? His cock was huge and she realized the condoms she had in her nightstand would be completely inadequate. She reached into her top drawer and pulled out the box, frowning.
“I came prepared, love.” He looked to his gym bag. She followed his gaze then looked back at his face. A muscle in his jaw ticked and when his gaze swung back to her she saw that icy coldness back in his eyes. The blue glittered, her warning bells sounded, but he blinked and his easy smile returned.
You’re being dramatic, Hannah. Davis is harmless. Enjoy yourself for once.
“Stand up and disrobe for me,” he instructed.
Her heart rate kicked up, and she did as he asked. He took her in head to toe, setting her on fire. Her pussy ached, she needed his touch. She needed release.
He licked his lips in a slow, provocative promise, a promise she prayed he’d keep, before he said, “So, love, how about we play a game? Have you ever tried bondage?”