He wanted to see her pleasure.
“No going back,” he said again. This moment would change everything for them. She needed to realize that. This wasn’t just some adrenaline-infused hook-up sex.
Tina’s hands caught his. Their fingers threaded together.
He thrust.
Too good. Drew growled out her name. He withdrew, thrust again. Her legs wrapped around his hips. The pleasure built, rushing fast and hard toward him. This wasn’t just sex. He’d had sex with plenty of other women.
This was more. So much more.
He thrust faster. Harder. His control ripped. No, shredded.
He’d wanted to show her that he could be a considerate lover.
But he was starving for her.
Her sex squeezed around him. He was staring straight into her eyes, and he saw her gaze go bright and blind with pleasure.
His climax hit him. The pleasure slammed through him,
took his breath, and he held on to her as tightly as he could.
Drew kept thrusting. The pleasure wasn’t ending. His back tightened. His muscles strained. Tina whispered his name. She was so beautiful. So perfect to him.
The release crested. The surge was the most powerful climax he’d ever had.
When it ended, when the shudders stopped racking their bodies, Drew could only think—
No going back.
He always kept his promises.
* * *
IT WAS THE ringing of the phone that woke Drew hours later. The steady peal came from his phone, a weak and low sound since he had fallen asleep in Tina’s room.
In her bed.
He glanced over at her. His arm was curled around her stomach. Her lashes swept over her cheeks. She breathed easily. Slowly.
The phone kept ringing.
Drew slipped from the bed. He yanked on his jeans and padded quietly to his room. He grabbed for the phone.
He didn’t recognize the number, but in the EOD, that didn’t mean anything. Burner phones and untraceable cells were used every day. “Hello?”
“Agent...Lancaster?”
He turned away from Tina’s door and headed toward the skyline view. Darkness had fallen over the city now, but the lights from the skyscrapers still gleamed. “Who is this?”
“I believe you’ve been looking for me,” the voice said. It was a male’s voice. No accent. No inflection. “And I’ve been looking for you.”
He glanced toward the connecting door. He could still see Tina in there. Safe in bed. “I think you’ve got the wrong number.” His gut clenched and his body went on high alert.
Laughter. The cold kind. “No, I’ve got the right number, and I’ve got the right man.”
Drew strained to hear any background noise that might give the guy’s location away, but, unfortunately, he heard nothing.