Evidence of Passion (Shadow Agents 7)

He unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. And his mouth closed over her breast.

No tentative touches. No hesitations. He just took and she loved it. This time, when she needed balance, her hands flew to clasp his shoulders. His skin was so warm beneath her touch, and his mouth...

Her eyes closed and a moan slid past her lips.

He was licking her, kissing her and making her wild.

And his hand was pushing between her thighs. “Love these,” he said as his fingers caught the edge of her panties. “Love ’em so much, I’ll buy you a new pair just like them.” Then he ripped the panties out of his way.

Her eyes snapped back open. “Dylan?”

He stared up at her, his eyes hot with passion. “Now, Rachel. I warned you...”

It will be wild and hard because I’ve waited too long for you.

He tumbled her back onto the couch cushions. Before she could even pull in a startled breath, he was there. He’d yanked open the snap of his jeans, pulled down the zipper and he pushed between her legs.

She arched up, ready—

But Dylan stopped, swearing. He fumbled in the rear pocket of his jeans and pulled out a small foil packet. In seconds, he was back with her.

She arched her hips toward him.

There was no hesitation. No slow glide.

There was only passion. Need. He drove into her and she lost her breath. He withdrew, and her nails raked down his back because she wanted him in, deeper.

Her legs locked around his hips. His fingers threaded with hers. He thrust again and again, and the tempo was just as he’d promised. Wild and hard and there was nothing but the two of them. Only the pleasure, only that moment. Only—

The world seemed to explode around her. Her body stiffened as the release hit, a surge of pleasure that swept through her, and Rachel cried out.

Dylan kept thrusting. Harder. Deeper. Thrusts that lifted up her body, that made the climax she felt last and last.

Then he tensed against her and held her tighter while he roared her name.

Being with him hadn’t been awkward. It had been hot and wild and perfect.

Even better than in her dreams.

* * *

THE LIGHTS WERE still on at Rachel’s place. The lights were on and the EOD agent was still skulking outside her building in the shadows, and...

The pub was getting busy.

Jack smiled as he watched a trio of drunken men fall out of the pub. They were just what he’d been waiting for.

He walked toward them, whistling. One guy was barely steady on his feet. The fellow was trying to hail a taxi.

Jack bumped him, just a bit. A little nudge. Just hard enough to send the guy stumbling into traffic. Tires squealed. Horns honked wildly.

The guy’s drunk friends grabbed for him.

A taxi missed the fellow by about two feet.

Jack was already far past the men by that point. He’d escaped to the shadows, certain that the drunken men hadn’t seen him clearly. But the little drama was attracting new attention as people swarmed toward the man sprawled on the street.

The drama was even attracting the interest of the skulking EOD agent. And all Jack needed was for the man to be distracted for a few moments...