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As he slipped deeper into his fantasies, Kyle’s muscles relaxed slightly, and he increased the pace of his strokes, root to tip, teasing his sensitive crown before starting again. A low groan of pleasure escaped him. God, it had been so long, too long, since he’d taken a woman to his bed and had it mean something.
With Natalie, it would definitely mean something.
If she were in here with him now, he’d kiss her until they were both breathless, then press her against the wall. Take the bar of soap and lather her up from neck to toes, then rinse her off before following the same path with his tongue. He’d cup her breasts in his palms, massage them gently while he rolled her sensitive nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He’d discover exactly what she liked and do it until she begged for more.
Once her nipples were rock hard, he’d lick them, suck them, worship them with his mouth. When he had her panting with need, he’d kiss a slow, lazy path down her tummy, ease her thighs apart, and inhale the sweet, spicy scent of her arousal.
His nostrils flared, and his cock was so hard now it hurt, his pulse beating in time with his strokes, his balls aching for release.
Close. He was getting so close.
Breathing faster now, Kyle imagined parting Natalie’s slick folds, exposing her hard clit, circling it gently with his tongue as he eased first one, then two fingers inside her tight walls, opening her, preparing her for him. She’d moan, low and deep and sensual, clutching her hands in his hair to keep him near, as if she’d die if he stopped. He’d bring her to orgasm once, twice, then he’d position himself at her entrance, wrap her legs around his waist, press her back against the tile wall as he sank inch by inch into her delicious heat.
So warm, so wet, so incredibly tight and ready for him.
A telltale tingle started near the base of his spine, and his muscles tensed as he rose up on his toes. Almost there, almost there… He gave one last firm stroke, head back, and his eyes squeezed shut as he came hard all over his hand and chest.
Jaw clenched to keep from crying out, Kyle slumped against the shower wall. He hadn’t come that hard in a long time. It felt wicked and wrong and yet so goddamned right.
It took him several minutes before he was able to collect himself enough to finish scrubbing down before shutting off the shower. He’d just reached out to grab his towel when a knock sounded on the door.
“Are you about done in there?” Natalie called.
Heart pounding, Kyle quickly dried off, then wrapped his towel around his hips. He’d forgotten to bring fresh clothes in with him, so it was either the towel or his used drawers. He went with the towel. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen his body the morning she broke into his motel room.
After running a hand through his damp hair, Kyle yanked open the door. “Hey,” he said, brushing past her.
He could feel her eyes on him. A volatile mix of lust and pride swelled inside him, and his cock started to rise again. He stalked over to the closet to pull out fresh clothes. Glancing back over his shoulder, he found Natalie still standing at the bathroom door, staring at him. Pretty pink color had risen in her cheeks, and she was biting her lower lip, clutching her bundle of fresh clothes to her chest like a shield.
Dammit.If she didn’t stop looking at him like that… Scowling, Kyle turned away. “What’s wrong?”
His harsh words seemed to snap Natalie out of her daze. She mumbled something he didn’t quite catch before locking herself in the bathroom. Soon the sound of running water filled the room, and he sank onto the edge of his bed, cock stiff and mood sour. Jesus. If he didn’t get a handle on this thing between him and her, he’d be spending all his time taking care of “business” over and over again.
It was ridiculous.
Kyle forced his mind back to the mission, hoping his traitorous body would calm down. Names and data ran through his brain. Miles Arrieta. Coran Williams. The virus.
There had to be a connection they were missing. Something so obvious it was probably right in front of their faces. That was usually the best place to hide something, after all.
He tugged on his clothes, then ran the damp towel over his wet hair again before tossing it aside. Arrieta had several suspected bases of operation around the country. Coran Williams had homes in those same states.
Kyle stopped, blinking.
Could that be it? Could it really be that simple?
It wasn’t perfect, but it was the best idea they had to go on at the moment.
The bathroom door opened, and out came Natalie, pink-cheeked and adorable and far too delectable for his own good. At least she didn’t look at him, just walked over to her duffel bag and shoved her pj’s back inside. He finished lacing up his combat boots, then headed back into the bathroom to brush his teeth and shave. He spoke to her over his shoulder as he walked, not wanting to risk meeting her gaze for fear he’d pick her up and throw her onto the bed—and then they’d never get their job done. “Hey, I’ve got a hunch. I’d like to know where Williams’s houses are located.”
“You think Arrieta might be using one of Coran’s homes as a hideout?” She wrinkled her nose and stared at the floor. Her feet were bare, and her toenails were painted a bright fuchsia. Naughty thoughts of licking said toes while she wriggled and giggled had his damned cock twitching. Seriously, this was getting way out of hand.
Kyle made a last few swipes over his chin before starting on his neck. His hands were trembling slightly now from sexual frustration, and the razor slipped, nicking his skin. The tiny cut stung, but he was glad for the pain. It gave him something to think about besides the off-limits woman behind him. He finished shaving and toweled of his face, then pushed past Natalie to shove his toiletries into his bag. “So, what do you think?”
“About what?”
“My hunch.”
“Sounds plausible. I’ll call my team at the Agency and have them run a search.”
