“Did I tell you you have a gorgeous body?” Those chocolate eyes roamed over her again, dark and greedy.
“No, but thanks. Now turn around.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to look at your ass.” He wasn’t great at taking orders. They’d have to work on that.
Then again, neither was she.
“Excuse me?”
“What part don’t you understand? I want to check out your ass. I caught a glimpse of it when you came into the room, but I want another one.”
The poor man looked…concerned. She didn’t care. “Come on, I’m standing here naked, you can show me your fine be-hind.”
A little bit of color raced up his neck, turning his cheeks into two bright spots of copper-red. Which only thrilled her further. “You’re blushing! Hasn’t some woman ever checked out your butt before?”
He scowled. “Well, sure, but we never discussed it, for fuck’s sake.”
“We wouldn’t be discussing it if you’d just do what I told you.”
They stared each other down, both willing the other to cave. Reese licked her lips and tumbled her hair out of her eyes. Knight broke eye contact and swore under his breath.
A second later he made a big production of turning around. “For the record, I’m doing this under duress.”
“Duly noted.” And disregarded. Because she was looking at perfection.
The seat of his jeans had just the right amount of droop and snug, and bronze skin rose above the waistband, making her dry mouth suddenly flood with saliva. Her inner thighs experienced a similar sensation.
His legs were long and built, but not bulky or brawny. He just looked healthy, strong and all man. Reese closed the two feet between them and slid her hands across his back pockets until she was cupping those firm cheeks in her eager fingers.
Knight started. “You said you’d be looking, not touching.”
“Do you really mind?” She moved her hands around past the seam of his soft, worn jeans and found his erection. Closing herhand around it, she squeezed, her nipples pressing against the hot flesh of his back.
A hiss came from him. “No, I don’t mind.” His normally mid-pitched voice had dropped to bass.
“Oh, good.” Closing her eyes, Reese leaned against him and concentrated on stroking up and down on the length of him through his pants.
She could feel all of him, even his balls on the underside of his zipper, and her fingers starting moving faster, wanting more, loving the reaction as he throbbed beneath her. Spreading her thighs a little on either side of his leg, she pressed her mound against him, the soft denim of his jeans wiggling through the hair and rubbing her clitoris as she moved. They groaned in unison.
“Reese.”
Why did he insist on talking? “What?”
With her teeth, she nipped his back. He was salty-tasting, with a lingering smell of musky soap. She was practically crawling up on top of him, rocking against his leg and continuing to stroke him.
“Do you have a condom?”
Oh, God, there was a mood killer. Reality didn’t belong here where she about to have a one-night stand with an FBI agent who had clearly been issued one big gun.
She stopped trying to insert her hand into his pocket to get a better feel and said, “No. But you have one, right?”
Silence.
Every overexcited nerve in her body stood up and yelledShit.“You have one, right?”
He groaned. “No.”