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Rivulets of sweat slid down my back and down the sides of my face. Matthew cups the back of my neck, and my eyes fly open, spots dancing in their field of vision. I lower my head and hold his gaze, a strange swelling unfurling in the center of my chest. The butterflies in my stomach erupt into a frenzy when he leans forward and presses his lips to mine for a sweet kiss.
My body begins to shake as I come undone, every inch of me exploding all at once. My hands fall to my sides, and I grab fistfuls of the sheets, twisting my head back and forth as I do. Matthew whispers my name underneath his breath, and his pacing changes, growing frantic and frenzied. He thrusts in and out of me with wild and ravenous until his own release comes.
I blow out a breath and hold him to me.
When my lungs are no longer burning, and his breathing has evened out, Matthew climbs off me and collapses onto the mattress. I stare up at the ceiling and wait for my heart to stop pounding. The sheets rustle as he throws them over me and mimics my position, his breathing harsh and ragged.
“Good night.” Matthew doesn’t move, and I twist to face him. In the semi-darkness, we stare at each other without uttering a single word.
“You know, for the fear of stroking your ego,” I finally break the silence. “I’ve never felt like this before.”
“Neither have I, Jen,” he replies.
“We are going to regret this, aren’t we?”
“Totally worth it”
“We should get some rest now,” Matthew says, gruffly.
“We should,” I agree, without looking at him. “Good night.”
Once my eyelids grow heavy, Matthew pulls me against him, and I relax, his familiar intoxicating scent washing over me.
I fall asleep with my head on his chest, and his arm draped over me.
Chapter 9: Red-handed
Matthew
Two days later
“We’re going to get caught," Jen whispersagainst my lips. She pulls the shirt away from my skin, and her fingers dart underneath, warm and quick. “We should be more careful.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” I reply between pressing kisses to her neck and jawline. She makes a low whimpering noise in the back of her throat and throws her head back.
Jen links her fingers over my neck and wraps her legs around my torso, implying that she is ready to goagain. With a smile, she buries her face in my neck. Then her tongue darts out, and she licks a path up to my earlobes. I growl into her mouth and lift her arms up over her head.
She knows exactly how to touch me.
And how to play me which drives me crazy.
We should be going over the next stage of our plan, but I can’t keep my hands off of her.
Over the past two days, the two of us have spent more time in bed together than talking about our mission, and I can’t make myself stop. Each time she steps out of the room and common sense comes rushing back, I tell myself it’ll be thelast time. Yet, every time she comes back in and smiles, I can’t think straight.
I’m addicted to Jen Marshall.
And I detest myself for putting what we’re doing first over the mission...
You should be focused, not ridiculously risking your lives like this!
How the hell am I supposed to listen to reason, though? I spend my days staring at her on a screen and my nights steamy entangled in this drop-dead gorgeous woman.
I know she feels it too, this living, breathing, pulsing thing between us.
You’ll be lucky if you come out of this with your career still intact, idiot.
With a slight shake of my head, I draw back and press my mouth against Jen’s. When a loud beeping sound slices through the air, she wrenches her lips away and glances over my shoulders.
