Undercover Captor (Shadow Agents 5)

And when she was taken away from him, Tina would remember what they’d shared.

Drew knew he’d never forget.

Her lips were open and soft beneath his. His tongue slipped into her mouth, and she arched against him. Two steps and he was at the foot of the bed. His knees bumped into the mattress. He lowered her onto the covers, but he couldn’t make his hands let her go.

There was too much silken skin to touch and explore. The towel had come loose, and it barely covered her breasts. His fingers eased up her arms. Trailed over her shoulders then moved down her sensual curves.

He got that towel out of the way, yanked it aside.

His mouth followed the path of his hands. Drew kissed her shoulders. He inhaled her sweet scent—still strawberries. Even after everything she’d been through.

Her breasts thrust toward him.

Thunder rumbled once more.

He bent his head over her breast. Put his mouth on one tight nipple. She arched toward him and her fingers sank into his hair.

He liked the sounds she made when he touched her. But even more, he liked the way she was becoming wild for him.

His arousal strained against the fly of his jeans. He wanted to be flesh to flesh with her, to be as close as he could possibly get.

His hand slid down over the curve of her stomach. Her hips were still lifting toward him. His fingers eased between her legs.

“Drew?”

She was warm and responsive and so amazing to touch. He had to explore her. Every single inch.

The fantasy between them would end soon. But he’d take these moments. He’d hold them tight.

And she won’t forget me.

He stroked her, caressed her and made sure that her desire wound tighter and tighter with every press of his fingers. Her body trembled against his. Her breath came faster.

He found the center of her need. Right there. Right—

A cry of pleasure spilled from her lips. She held him tighter as she shuddered against him.

Hell, yes. And that was just the beginning.

He reached for the snap of his jeans.

And heard footsteps outside the motel room.

Drew tensed.

“Drew—”

He put his mouth on hers and kissed her deeply once more. He could taste her pleasure.

His own body ached. He wanted to drive into her more than he wanted his next breath.

But the footsteps were coming ever closer.

“Outside,” he whispered against her lips.

When she stiffened, he knew she understood. Their visitors could be his backup, or it could be the men from HAVOC.

Though it hurt him—so close—Drew slid off the bed. He handed Tina the clothes that Sarah had brought for her.