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“Do they know anything about the explosive yet?” She asked, rather than giving in to her frustration.
“That could take a day or so.” He grimaced. “The FBI has the investigation from this point, though Langley sent over one of their explosives experts to go over it as well.”
Langley. The CIA.
“Were you and Sebastian working with the CIA while I was in Madrid?” she asked, frowning. They hadn’t seemed ultra-secretive or James Bond–ish at the time.
“We were recruited in college.” He shrugged, watching her closer. “Sebastian and I both attended college here in the states. Our recruiter and trainer was someone well known to us, and our families, which made it easier to cover training missions during holidays.”
“Not quite the party boys everyone thought you were, huh?” she reflected.
She’d already known that, though. Not that she’d ever suspected they were some kind of agents, but she’d known they weren’t the playboys they were rumored to be.
“We didn’t party much after meeting you anyway,” he said somberly, his blue eyes trained on her, his expression intent. “We were at a crossroads of a sort at the time.” He shrugged. “We could have taken positions as information assets only and gone on with our lives, or slipped into covert status. After we lost you, we took the covert assignments.”
“Why would you do something so dangerous?” she asked, terrified now of the danger they must have been in. “You were essentially spies for a foreign government. If authorities had known—”
“There were those in the government that knew.” His lips quirked humorlessly. “Spain and the U.S. aren’t exactly enemies. Sebastian and I were specifically targeted because of the De Loren name and the position our family held politically, both in Spain and here in the states. We had a certain level of protection. It also afforded us certain privileges and help in identifying the person responsible for those pictures and the blackmail.”
But she hadn’t known. She hadn’t been able to worry about them, hadn’t been there if they were hurt. She hadn’t had enough memories to sustain her if the worse had happened.
“Are you still with them then?” she asked, wondering if that danger would continue to haunt them.
His lips kicked into a small grin. “One of Summer’s demands the night we slipped into your room, after Harvey’s attack.” He grinned, then shrugged. “We were getting out anyway after eliminating the threat of those pictures against you. But she demanded we clear the CIA junk out of our lives before coming to you. She made sense. We couldn’t have concentrated on completing those last assignments if we’d have stayed. She knew that.”
“Why did the two of you do that, Shane?” she whispered then; the thought of the danger they had both no doubt faced would give her nightmares, she was certain. “Why risk your lives in such a way?”
“Seemed like a good idea at the time.” His lips quirked ruefully. “It was a good idea at the time. But the time for it passed. We’re just disowned, disavowed misfits now.” He gave a hard shake of his head. “Making Fernando do that to ensure no one has such a hold on our families again wasn’t easy. He’s still furious that Father went along with it.”
Sexual tension filled the room, racing around them, heating the air and settling over her flesh, sensitizing it and making it ache for his touch. The conversation wasn’t in the le
ast sexual, but the hunger was still there.
“I never understood what it was about the two of you,” she said nervously as he stopped in front of her, one hand reaching up to brush her hair back from her cheek. “Why I couldn’t ache for just one of you.”
“You completed us,” he whispered, his lips lowering to her ear, brushing against it, and sending tingles of heat to race across her flesh. “So sweet, and giving…” His lips moved along her neck. “So perfect that neither of us were willing to walk away.”
One hand cupped the back of her neck, the other settling at her hip as his tongue flicked against the sensitive area just below her ear. “We missed you, baby. We missed you bad.”
The words whispered over her lips just before his kiss exploded through her senses. With one arm wrapped around her back Shane pulled her to him with a sudden, unexpected movement as his lips claimed hers, pulling her into a storm rioting with carnal hunger so quickly there was no time to assimilate it.
His tongue swept past her lips, claiming her, branding her senses, and unleashing her from any control she might have had over herself.
She’d missed this with the same agonizing regret that she’d missed Sebastian’s seduction of her senses. Missed the completion they’d given her each time they touched her.
Shane’s hands slid down her back, rasping the silk of her gown over her skin, the warmth of his palm creating a friction that sent pleasure lancing through her. Reaching her hips, he bunched the material, pulling it up her body before breaking his possession of her senses and stripping her of the material in one smooth, unexpected move.
“Shane…” Breathless, surprised, she stared up at him as his gaze moved down her naked body.
“God, look at you,” he whispered, catching her wrists and pulling them over her head, his expression tightening with the sexual need running rampant through both of them now. “So fucking pretty.”
With his free hand he cupped the curve of a breast, his thumb rolling over the pebble hardness of her nipple, the friction sending arcs of sensation scattering through her senses.
“Shane…” As she arched into the caress her head fell back to the door, her breathing rough and uneven, then laced with a low, desperate moan as his lips covered the tight peak.
He didn’t tease her gently. His mouth was ravenous, sucking the tip with hungry need as his tongue lashed at it, building on each sensation until she was mindless with the pleasure and the need for release.
“That’s it; burn for me, ’Lyssa,” he groaned as his lips lifted from her breast, his hand releasing her wrists to join the other in sliding to the curves of her ass.
