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  "Strengthen your stance, Lily."

  Another chill ran through her. She wanted to tell him to back away, his closeness was distracting, but at the same time having him close made her feel secure and helped her confidence. So, she gritted her teeth and pushed back her body's cravings for him.

  Readjusting her footing, she once again lined the pistol up to the target.

  "Ready? And remember, this is very, very important. Whatever you do, don't close your eyes. You need to be able to see your target in order to hit it."

  "Yes." She gulped down the nervousness rising up within her.

  "Fire."

  She took a deep breath in, exhaled loudly, and then squeezed the trigger. The sound was near deafening and her first instinct was to yelp and duck as the gun jerked in her hands, but his solid, unyielding body behind her and his hands over hers denied her that instinctive reaction.

  Silence settled upon them for a moment and she was disheartened to see that she hadn't even hit the board with the bulls-eye on it.

  The sound of Scott clearing his throat finally broke the silence after what felt like an endless minute and he clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "You closed your eyes didn't you?"

  Chewing at her bottom lip she nodded and turned her head to look up and behind her at him, her nervous eyes catching his amused ones. "Kinda..."

  His stern expression suddenly turned soft and a slight smile tugged at the corner of his lips. In that instant the cool arrogance his eyes usually displayed seemed to wash away to reveal a kind, sweet man that she was certain only a rare few people ever got to see. The bad thing was that she almost preferred the egotistical version of Scott, because this softer side of him was one that she could find herself falling hard for.

  Lily's mouth went dry and her eyes traveled down to his lips, which seemed to be tempting her, and then back up to meet his eyes once more.

  "Well, let's try again. This time with your eyes open," he teased.

  Laughing, Lily refocused on the target. "I have to keep my eyes open. Got it."

  In more ways than one, she mused.

  ****

  Scott looked up from the keyboard of his laptop and watched as Lily, who was sitting next to him crossed-legged on the futon, poured herself another glass of red wine. "You had better lay off that wine; I don't want to be accused of taking advantage of you while you're in a drunken stupor again."

  Setting the bottle down on the coffee table Lily held back her laughter and settled for sticking her tongue out at him. Taking a sip from her wine, she set the glass on the table beside the bottle and directed her attention to watching him.

  Clucking, Scott went back to whatever it was he was doing. Lily attempted to catch a glance at the screen while trying not to look like she was being nosey. Finally, she couldn't keep herself in the dark any longer. "What are you doing on that?"

  Ignoring her for another couple of moments, Scott typed in a few more lines, signed off, and shut the laptop down. Sitting back he draped his arm along the back of the futon and fingered a lock of her hair.

  The tug of his fingers running through her hair sent a shiver through her. Closing her eyes she sighed softly, giving herself a moment to bask in the feeling.

  Once they had finished their target practice that morning and Scott had deemed her good enough to carry a pistol, they had gone on a stroll for a couple of hours through the woods, checking the perimeter and the high-tech security equipment he had guarding the cabin. It was amazing to her, the cabin and the area seemed so plain, so primitive, but as she soon found out, looks were deceptive.

  As the day wore on, and they spent more time together, they discussed lots of trivial things, but despite them being trivial, it was enough that she'd finally found herself trusting him. However, he'd been skirting around many of the serious, important questions she had and she wanted to get to them tonight.

  "So what's with the laptop? What are you doing?" she inquired a second time.

  "Well, I was just contacting some people who know some people who are going to find out exactly who is behind the hit on me and once I verify who it is, I'll simply go to their location - wherever it may be - and kill them." He held his hands out, palms up. "And then it'll all be over."

  Lily found herself speechless for a moment. He said it in such a disconnected tone, talking about killing someone as if it were just a chore to be taken care of, equivalent to taking out the trash or walking the dog. "Just like that?"

  Scott clucked his tongue and gave her a wink. "Just like that."

  "Well," she picked up her wine glass and took another sip. "Don't you feel bad about it? You know, killing people."

  His eyes locked to hers and the tenderness, the kindness that he'd let filter into his gaze and into his demeanour a number of times during the day was gone now. His eyes were now cold and devoid of emotion. "I don't murder for the sake of murder. Someone doesn't just hand me five grand to go after someone in an alleyway because they caught the man cheating with his wife. My targets are bad men, very bad, powerful men. Men who need to be stopped and an assassination is the most…" he paused, taking a deep breath in and then releasing it, "effective way of stopping them. I don't do it because I want to do it... I do it because it needs to be done. It just so happens that there are people willing to pay a lot of money for something that should be done anyhow."

  Lily took another longer drink of wine, as she processed the information. He gathered another lock of her hair, and once more watched as the golden strands fell from his fingers, and once again the intimate gesture sent a chill through her. "Do you ever get lonely?"

  Scott frowned and released the remaining strands of hair from his fingertips. He stayed silent, redirecting his attention to the window on their left and staring out of it.

  Sitting up on her knees, Lily crawled over to him, pausing just before she reached him. Her movement drew his attention back to her and his eyes locked onto hers. The hard exterior he usually kept up was gone and she saw the man beneath the layers of armor once more. She'd been relishing these rare moments all day. Lily pressed her palm to his chest feeling the steady beat of his heart under her fingertips.

  She wanted to lower her lips to his, she wanted to open herself up and give herself completely to him, but if she did, what then? There was no fairytale ending with this man, she knew this. From the way he'd talked throughout the day, he figured they'd be able to leave the cabin in a day or two. So, what then?

  Last night she had taken comfort in his body, used him to relieve her tension, but to kiss him this time; to feel his naked body against hers a second time would be the beginning of a bond they'd never have a chance to strengthen or discover where it led. Was she willing to take that risk? To risk beginning to care, when she knew he was only a few days’ fling whom she'd never see again.

  But the haunted look of loneliness and the longing in his eyes; it was so intense that it left her breathless. Swinging a leg over his thighs, she straddled his hips, settling herself over him. She pressed her forehead to his, and for a moment their breaths intermingled, their breathing synchronizing. The fire within her came to life and the intense need to have him in rushed through her body.

  She touched his jaw - that was just starting to show signs of a day old beard - with her palm, and then traced his lower lip with her thumb, watching him intently. Moving her hand back down to his chest she lowered her lips to his. Her lips grazed his tenderly, before she nipped at his lower lip.

  "Lily," he groaned, threading a hand into her hair, cupping the back of her head with his hand and urging her lips down harder onto his.

  She moaned softly, as their kiss deepened and the passion between them rose. He slipped his tongue between her lips to explore her mouth, his tongue lashing and frolicking with hers.

  His free hand gripped her rear and pulled her groin tight against his. Despite his jeans and her borrowed boxers, she could feel his shaft rapidly gaining length and girth between them. Sh
e wiggled her hips over him and was rewarded by a deep, feral growl coming from the back of his throat, as he flipped her to her back on the futon. His massive, muscular frame hovered over hers; a hand planted on either side of her head.

  Scott caught her gaze for a moment and a bolt of electricity shot through her at the intensity of his hunger filled gaze. She grabbed at the front of his black sleeveless t-shirt and attempted to pull him down to her, but to her disappointment he refused to budge.

  "Scott?"

  He attempted to give her a reassuring smile, but failed miserably. "I can only give you the next day or two. That's all I can offer, Lily."

  She nodded and swept her palm across his cheek. He caught her hand and kissed her palm, before releasing it. "I know. It's okay. I want this." Every part of her body wanted and needed him, even if it was only temporary.

  The hunger in his gaze flared up once more as he lowered himself over her. The ridge of his hard cock, pressed against her groin and his lips captured her earlobe before beginning to work their way slowly down the side of her neck. She sighed and whimpered as his tongue and teeth teased the sensitive flesh.

  Her hips pressed up against him, trying to relieve some of the building tension between her legs. But it wasn't working... all that it did was fuel the fire raging within her and her pussy which begged to be filled.

  "Too much clothing," she gasped as his lips reached her collarbone.

  Chuckling, he sat back on his heels, settled between her wide spread legs, grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head, tossing it to the floor. Lily's eyes took in the magnificent sight of his bare torso and chest. His abdominal muscles were tight and beautifully defined. She couldn't resist the urge to trace the contours of muscle with her fingertips.

  "You're beautiful, Scott," she whispered.

  He laughed, and his face flushed slightly, which warmed the heart she was guarding so tightly against him. How could this man be a killer? She couldn't believe it. Nothing about the gorgeous man peering down at her at that moment would lead her to believe it was possible. For now, she decided, I'll allow myself to believe it's not the truth.

  "Isn't that supposed to be my line?" he asked arching an eyebrow at her.

  Grinning, she shrugged. "Guess you'll just have to come up with a better one."

  Scott huffed, as he yanked at his belt and pulled it open and then began to work on undoing the string of buttons down the fly of his jeans. "See that's the problem. I'm more of an actions speak louder than words type of guy."

  Grinning wider, Lily sat up, wrapped her arms around his waist and placed a trail of feather light kisses across his stomach.

  "Umm, how about doing that just a little lower," he suggested his tone husky.

  She laughed outright and peered up at him. "Lower huh?"

  Grabbing the hem of the t-shirt she’d borrowed from him, he pulled it up. She lifted her arms in the air to allow him to tug it up and over her head, exposing her plump, yet pert breasts to him.

  "I really love how large and pink your nipples are," he murmured, bending down and sucking one into his mouth. It instantly began to harden and she gasped from the sudden jolt that rushed through her. When the first one was nice and tight, his mouth moved to the second. "Mmm, and they get so nice and tight for me." he pulled the second into his mouth, nipping and tugging lightly at it, while flicking it with his tongue.

  Lily moaned, gripped tightly to his shoulders and arched her back, giving him easier access to her chest. The familiar and uncomfortable wetness began to increase between her legs. While he continued his torment of her breasts, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and yanked them down to his knees, along with his boxer briefs, exposing his hard as steel cock.

  When her hand grasped his dick, Scott let her nipple fall from his mouth and straightened back up, with a low feral growl as he watched her, his green eyes dark, with a look of deep seated lust in them. A shiver ran down her spine under his piercing gaze as she once more began placing kisses along his stomach and inching her way to his dick.

  By the time her mouth reached the thick head of his cock, it was covered with pre-cum. She flicked the tip with her tongue, then swirled her tongue along the underside of the head, flicking and licking until every drop of the salty cum was gone.

  Scott groaned and slipped his hand into her hair, fisting the silken strands and urging her mouth to take him in deeper. Looking back up, she caught his gaze, which had been transfixed on the sight of her licking his cock. Not breaking eye contact, she grasped tighter to the base of his dick and took the head fully into her mouth, sucking hard, while her tongue circled the circumference.

  "So good, Lily," he moaned, his hips swaying slightly, urging her to take more of him into her mouth.

  She moaned, excited by his arousal and took him further in as far as she could handle, until the tip of his cock, touched the back of her throat. She began working her way up and down, the length of his thick, hard shaft, having to use her hand to be able to work the full length of him. As his excitement continued to rise, so did hers.

  Her pussy felt unbearably empty and her hips began to rock, with hers pussy's plea for some type of attention. She increased the speed she sucked on him, and slipped a hand into the waistband of her boxers. She parted her soft, wet folds and slipped a couple of fingers between them, immediately finding and filling her wanton pussy with two fingers.

  His fists tightened in her hair, as he began to thrust harder and faster, until it was no longer her sucking his cock, but him fucking her mouth. Moving her hand from his shaft, she slipped it down to his balls, massaging them as he pumped into her.

  "You have no idea how good my dick looks fucking your mouth Lily."

  She couldn't respond; his cock was so thick and pounding so hard into her mouth all she could do was moan around him. She increased the speed her fingers stroked herself, alternating between stroking her clit and diving deep into her canal.

  Oh, God! A knot began forming in her stomach, the knot that told her that sweet release would soon be on its way. His pre-cum invaded her mouth, and she greedily swallowed it down, anxious to feel him squirt his entire load to the back of her throat.

  "I'm going to come," he warned, giving her a chance release him before it was too late, but she didn't. Lily wanted to swallow down every drop of him.

  She was also close, but knew she'd never make it before him, so slipped her hand from her shorts and gripped his ass in her hands, pulling him tighter into her mouth with every thrust.

  "Oh, god!" He groaned, as his balls tightened and his cock pulsed. The anticipation was killing her. She needed him to come almost as much as he did. Several more thrusts and he groaned loudly as his cock exploded in her mouth, his cum shooting deep into the back of her throat. She swallowed it down as though it were the finest of wines, moaning along with him, sending sweet vibrations through his dick.

  His grip in her hair tightened, almost to the point of hurting and then relaxed just as quickly. Grabbing her shoulders he pushed her backward onto the futon.

  "You never came." He said more as a statement of fact than as a question.

  She was shaking her head and gasping as he pulled her boxers down over her hips and dropped to his knees on the floor while his hands slipped her legs over his shoulders. She dropped her knees and spread her legs wide for him. Without another word, he spread the lips of her pussy and began to devour her, as though he were a starving man, and her juices were the last form of nourishment.

  She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders, her hips pushing up to meet his tongue as it thrust relentlessly into her heated core. His fingers exposed her swollen clit and began stroking it, stroking and rolling it between his fingertips. She'd never experienced anything so amazing, so sinfully divine in her life!

  Last night his tongue had played and teased, but tonight he was on a quest. And as the ripples of pleasure washed over her in frequent and increasingly intense wav
es, she knew he was going to have her coming within minutes.

  She moaned and whimpered, her body writhing under his expert mouth and fingers. She bucked harder against his mouth and then took her nipples between her fingertips, pinching hard enough that she screamed out. Her body was so tight, she knew she was going to explode within seconds.

  "That's right, baby. Come for me," he murmured against her pussy.

  His words were the final straw. She pinched her nipples tight, her body tensed up and then she screamed out his name as her pussy contracted and then released. A flood of her juices squirted into his mouth as she was overtaken by one of the most intense orgasms she'd ever experienced. She released her nipples and brought her hands to the back of his head, pressing his mouth and tongue tighter to her as she was hit by second surge of spasms.

  Once the second bout subsided she released him and slumped back onto the futon, drained and panting hard.

  "Damn that was good. Amazing." Scott said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He leaned over her and kissed her hard. His lips tasted of her juices and caused her desire to flare up once more.

  She didn't have a chance to reply. He slipped his arms under her legs and behind her back and hoisted her naked and still trembling body against his massive chest. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she sighed, pressed a kiss to his shoulder and then lay against him as he carried her into the bedroom.

  Chapter 5

  Lily snuggled up tight to Scott as he effortlessly carried her into the bedroom. He gently laid her on the bed and stretched out on his side next to her. She turned to her side facing him, one arm propping herself up, while she used the index finger of her other hand to trace the contours of muscle in his chest and shoulders. The muscles flexed and rippled as her feather-light touch traced over them.