Evidence of Passion (Shadow Agents 7)

His fingers were around her waist, holding her up against the slick tile wall. Her legs were parted, and he pushed against her. He wanted inside her more than he wanted his next breath.

Make it perfect for her.

He turned, lifting her from the shower and then letting her feet touch down on the bath rug.

“Dylan?”

He loved the way she said his name. Husky. Sensual.

He yanked on the faucet, turning off the water, then grabbed a towel and took his time drying every perfect inch of her.

He didn’t bother wiping the water from his own body. “I was supposed to savor you.”

Her breath caught.

“And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” It was time to show Rachel that he was a man of his word. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. He spread her out on the covers then just took a minute to look at her.

Rachel’s cheeks were flushed. Her eyes shined. Her lips were red and full. She was wonderfully alive.

Her nipples were tight, tipped pink. He slid onto the bed. Covered her but made sure not to crush her body. Savor. He would do just that. He wanted Rachel to realize how important she was to him.

He started by stroking her, kissing her. He learned every spot that made her tense. Then he made her gasp with pleasure. He learned how to make her tremble and how to make her ask for more.

Her legs parted for him. He explored her, so aroused that he ached, but he held back.

He brought Rachel to her first climax. She arched against his hand. Moaned his name, and he drank the pleasure from her lips.

For her second climax, he was in her, sheathed as far as he could go. He’d pulled away from her only long enough to take care of the protection.

His thrusts grew stronger, harder, and Rachel matched him perfectly. Her eyes were on his. He swore that she could see right into his soul.

Her second release hit, and her inner muscles squeezed around him. He withdrew, thrust, held as tightly to her as he could—

And the world exploded for Dylan. Pleasure hit h

im, surging over him in the most powerful release of his life.

He kissed Rachel. Held her close.

When the pleasure faded, his head lifted. He stared into her eyes.

“When...” Rachel licked her lips. “Do I get to savor you?”

Dylan found himself smiling down at her even as he thought, The woman is going to break me.

* * *

THOMAS ANTHONY ENTERED the interrogation room with silent footsteps. Walking silently was pretty much second nature to him, and it was a habit that had come in handy since he’d joined the EOD.

The prisoner in that room was cuffed—both with wrist restraints and ankle cuffs. An armed guard stood behind the assassin known as Jack.

But Jack didn’t look intimidated. He glanced up at Thomas, a smile on his face. “I was wondering when the party would get started.”

Thomas didn’t speak, not yet. He crossed the room and pulled out the chair across from Jack.

Jack’s smile widened. “This is a waste of time.”

“I don’t think so.” Thomas didn’t glance toward the mirror on the right, a two-way mirror that let those in the observation room watch this little scene play out. “We have your fingerprints, your DNA. In just a little while, we’ll know who you really are.”