He swore she drew in a breath, but her eyes remained neutral. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.” She reached under the table and took his hand. The light brush of her fingers against his skin released a flood of desire. “Your hands are capable of so many things.”
Bloody hell. She knew. “How?”
Tilting her head, her hair brushed the tops of her breasts. “Let’s just say I’m resourceful.”
“That isn’t a proper answer.”
She darted her eyes around the room. “I won’t risk saying anything more here.”
Will wanted to roar in frustration. But then he had an idea of how they could leave and talk alone. “Then there’s only one thing to do.”
Cupping her cheek, Will kissed her.
~~~
Petra had been so distracted by Will’s heat and strong jaw that she hadn’t predicted the kiss.
Yet as his lips moved against hers, she couldn’t bring herself to push him away. If nothing else, the kiss would cement their act of being on a date. Her cover ID required everyone to believe that. She couldn’t risk the mission.
Opening her mouth, she accepted his tongue with a moan.
Will’s strokes took on a sense of urgency, as if he were making up for lost time. Petra tried to hold back so as not to encourage him beyond what was necessary, but when he nipped her lip, her life as Petra Brandt vanished and she became Leyna Grunwald once again.
And the memories of Leyna wanted more.
Threading her fingers through his hair, Petra pressed closer to him. Will stroked, and she pushed back. They each battled for control with their tongues. Damn. Will had always been a good kisser, but the last two years had made
him more demanding and possessive. A small part of her wondered what he’d do if they were both naked and in bed. Being at Will’s mercy sent a rush of wetness between her thighs.
Maybe her cover ID needed a hook-up to be convincing. One last night with Will might be necessary.
Yes, necessary. Not because she wanted to feel his warm hands cover her breasts as he took her from behind. No, because she didn’t want to give anyone the idea she was anything other than a one-night stand.
All too soon, Will broke the kiss and she cried out. The corner of the bastard’s mouth ticked up at the sound.
Petra might have just been manipulated. Taking a deep breath, she ignored the throbbing between her legs. Two could play at this game. Petra would turn the situation back into her favor.
As she stared into his eyes, she noted Will breathing as heavily as she was. Curiosity urged her to move a hand up his thigh to his groin and see if Will was as affected as she was.
Clenching her fingers, Petra’s rational side won out and she kept her hand in place. She merely asked, “Why did you stop?”
He leaned to her ear again. “I just needed to convince my colleagues that I want to take you somewhere and bed you.”
She resisted a frown. She had been right. “It was just a farce?”
“Of course. Provided you hang all over me as we leave, no one will think we’re doing anything but rushing somewhere to get naked. That way, we can find a place to talk in private.”
Disappointment flooded her body. It was irrational given she’d stomped on his heart by faking her death. She deserved him using her. But deep down, she’d always held on to the hope that if Will knew the reasons behind her actions, he would forgive her.
It might be too late for forgiveness.
Millie’s voice whispered into her ear via the transmitter. “I knew you weren’t as calm and collected as you made yourself out to be.”
A quick glance and Petra spotted Millie at the bar, nursing a glass of wine. Will had made Petra forget Millie could hear everything she was saying via the earpiece.
Ignoring her partner in crime, Petra whispered to Will, “Okay, then let’s get this show on the road. The sooner we’re alone, the sooner I can tell you everything, get you on the path to safety, and leave town.”
Rather than answer, Will placed a hand on the back of her neck and he nuzzled her cheek with his own. “Just make sure to play the part convincingly. A staff member is watching my every move.”