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“I read. Just not sex novels like yours.” He gave her a sideways glance. “And what exactly did you take me for?”
“I’m not sure. You just keep surprising me, Kyle Matthews.”
“In a good way?” He turned his head to face her.
“Most of the time.” She set her clothes on the vanity. She had to finish this conversation and get in the shower soon. Otherwise she’d end up running back out and tackling him to the bed. “Um, thanks, by the way.”
“For what?”
“For agreeing to help me bring Arrieta in alive. I know you want justice for Nick, and I swear I’ll make that happen. Arrieta will pay for everything he’s done, even if it’s not the form of punishment I know you’d prefer.”
He watched her for a long moment, then nodded. “The most important thing is that we catch him before he has a chance to unleash this killer virus thing on the world. The rest is just semantics.”
“Agreed.”
“Agreed. Now take your shower, Duchess. I’ll keep the world safe until you return.”
“Yes, sir.” Natalie saluted him, then closed the door. She turned the water on but left it cold. It was going to be a long night, sleeping in the same room with the man who’d haunted her dreams for the last few days, and she’d need all the help she could get to keep her libido under control.
8
Kyle blinked in the predawn gloom. Natalie’s gentle, even breaths signaled she was still asleep in the other bed. Too bad he’d barely managed two hours of shut-eye himself. After what had happened with that damned upload earlier, he was too riled to sleep. Instead, he stared at the plain white ceiling and sighed. The fact that a certain dark-haired federal agent with luscious curves and attitude to burn filled his thoughts didn’t help either.
Glancing over, he spied the long stretch of her spine through the shadows. She was a side sleeper, apparently, and while her lower body was hidden beneath the blankets, he could picture her luscious rear and long legs in those silly pink-poodle-festooned pajama bottoms. When she’d walked out of the bathroom in that getup, he’d damned near lost it.
Not what he’d expected from his ex-sister-in-law at all.
Then again, Natalie had been surprising him a lot these days.
She mumbled something in her sleep and moaned, the low, husky sound zapping straight to his groin. His body tightened beneath the covers, and he cursed and got up. He padded to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face for the umpteenth time since they’d agreed to share the motel room.
Despite all his efforts, he couldn’t stop craving the one woman he could never have.
He shut the door behind him and flipped on the bathroom lights. Beneath the harsh fluorescent bulbs, his face looked tight and drawn. Dark circles smudged the skin under his eyes, and there was a long indent down one cheek where he’d had his face smashed between two pillows to drown out the seductive purr of her tiny groans while she slept.
Yep. No doubt about it. He had it bad.
Good thing the rest of the team wasn’t here to see him. They’d never let him live it down. Kyle had worked hard to establish himself as a good, competent leader, doing his best to maintain his friendships with the other guys while keeping himself a bit separate. They needed someone who could take their side yet still provide the discipline necessary to keep them safe in life-and-death situations.
Squinting, he grabbed his watch off the vanity. Four forty-five.
Damn.
Early, but there was no sense in going back to bed now.
He’d never be able to sleep knowing Natalie was so close. Every time he shut his eyes, all he did was picture her in his arms, her dark hair flowing around her as she writhed, his head buried between her legs, bringing her to climax over and over again…
Christ Almighty.
Cock now hard and throbbing, Kyle turned the shower on and yanked off his boxer briefs. Normally, he slept nude, but with Natalie around, that hadn’t been an option.
He stepped beneath the icy water, welcoming the chill. This shower wasn’t about comfort. It was about getting his head on straight. Making love to Natalie was out of the question, no matter how much he might want her. She was his brother’s widow. She worked for an organization that he didn’t trust. She was still grieving and in no condition to make any sort of rational decisions regarding romantic entanglements. And although he was pretty damn certain that she wanted him, too, she hadn’t said or done anything to indicate that she’d accept any offers. For all he knew, she’d be furious with him if he tried to make a pass.
Unfortunately, none of that eased the discomfort in his groin at all.
Frowning, he adjusted the water to a nice, warm temperature and did what needed to be done. Eyes closed, he allowed his long-forbidden thoughts free rein, gently fisting his hard length in his soapy hand.
Pictured Natalie’s hands touching him, stroking him, making him feel oh so right.
