Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“What do you think you’re doing?” My teasing voice was strangled. Then I realized she’d have to stop to answer me. “Never mind, for the love of God, keep doing it.”
Jesus, this woman was going to be the death of me. She was going to make the days waking up without her more difficult. Beneath the sheet, that mouth slid up and down, and in no time, I was hard as a fucking rock. Her hands joined in, adding to my pleasure, pumping. I stared up at the cloudy sky and tried to focus on the details of the experience.
Couldn’t focus too hard, though. The woman knew what she was doing, and if I didn’t control myself, this wasn’t going to end how either of us wanted. Think about something else.
I’d have to check in with Daniel this afternoon, and that could lead to a trip to Langley. I blew out a long breath, stabilizing my body, resisting its selfish demands. She was down there for a lifetime, and I couldn’t take another second.
“Okay, you’ve got my attention,” I said.
A chuckle came from beneath the sheets. “Do I?”
“Stop torturing me and get up here.”
The sheet parted, and she came into view, climbing on top of me, her green eyes full of lust, her pink lips wet and kiss-swollen.
“I thought you CIA guys were supposed to be experts in torture.”
“Let’s not talk about that.” Her great timing had struck a nerve. When I sat up, it forced her to do the same. Then a ringing sound broke the tense moment. Her phone, not mine.
One of the Osterhägen pilots had gotten sick, and the captain was hoping Olivia would join him as copilot so Shawn and Kara wouldn’t have to postpone their honeymoon.
“What do you think?” she asked. “Is that safe?”
“It’s fine.”
Only it meant she’d be gone for however long they planned to honeymoon. Not that I knew where I’d be either. Shit, this was going to be hard to figure out, but I was more than willing to try.
When she hung up, she stared off absentmindedly. “I need to pack.”
Right. I rose from the bed and promptly smashed my head into the ceiling. Again. “Fucking hell.”
“Are you a slow learner?” she teased. “Where are you going?”
“Let me grab a shower and I’ll get out of your way.”
She flung back the covers, exposing every inch of her sexy body to the sunlight and my eyes. “Get the fuck back in bed, Agent Foster. We have unfinished business.”
She was so goddamn right.
I finished my coffee while I was seated across from her at the high-top table in the bakery beneath her apartment.
After I’d fallen asleep last night, she’d hung up our clothes, which was good. I didn’t mind doing the walk of shame in my suit today, with or without the wrinkles, but a wrinkled one would stand out more. I’d pocketed my tie and left the top buttons of my shirt open, trying not to look so formal so I could blend.
Hard to blend with her, though. Not just because of her looks, but she had on her Osterhägen flight crew uniform. Black pants, white shirt with bars on the shoulders, a deep red scarf at the neck. Beneath that uniform, there was a lacy pink bra and matching underwear. Her tough, almost tomboy attitude was intact on the outside, but a girlie girl lurked beneath it all. Sexy.
I needed to stop thinking about it.
“What’s your plan for the day?” she asked, finishing a croissant. She’d been grilling me all morning about my parents, my sister, how the CIA had recruited me my junior year at Kentucky. Now it was time to focus on the present.
“I have a briefing this afternoon.” At the field office that wasn’t all that far from this café. “Where’s the honeymoon?”
“Monaco.”
“Sounds nice.”
“Ethan,” she said abruptly, like the thought just occurred to her, “does Laurel even remember what happened to her? You said she had amnesia.”
“It was temporary. She’s never told me, and I suspect not Jason either, but she remembers.”
There had been terror in Laurel’s eyes that she’d quickly hidden when she saw me for the first time outside of Croatia.
“Why wouldn’t she—?” Her face saddened. “She doesn’t want Jason to know what she went through.”
I had a darker theory. I’d had to threaten the marshal’s life when he came between me and my asset. That tense moment, with guns drawn, had to have been scary for her.
“I think she’s afraid,” I said, “that if she tells Jason, he’ll come after me.”
Thinking about that night, even briefly, made my headache worse. Everything after Croatia, all the pain it brought on the Dunn and Hayward families, was squarely the Agency’s fault. If only someone had fucking listened when I’d told them how slippery and manipulative Juric was. That asshole had been a better liar than I was.