He had eaten up the distance between them, and was about to overtake her, when she reached the end of the hall and her room. Skidding to a stop, she shrieked when he caught her by the arm.
The turn-on of her delighted smile was so great, he barely even felt the twinge in his knee from racing down the hall like a track star. They ran for a medal and glory.
Derek got Reese as his prize.
“Ma’am, this could be considered resisting arrest.”
With a gentle touch on her waist, he turned her around so she was facing the door. Her breath hitched as he took first her lefthand, then her right, and placed them flat on the door above her head.
All the doors to the rooms were in a little alcove with the room next door, giving subtle privacy from the hall, but not totally eliminating the chance of being caught.
But Derek didn’t care.
“Spread your legs,” he told Reese.
Her answer was a low sensual chuckle, before she complied, moving her legs apart until the skirt of her dress was taut above her knees.
“I’m going to frisk you,” he said as he slid his hands down her waist, over the bump of her firm behind and down.
He wanted his hands on her bare thighs, he wanted to feel her softness, hear her whimpers, and push himself to the edge of sanity with how much he could touch and still not take.
“I don’t have a weapon, Agent Knight,” she said, her voice husky and muffled as her head dropped against the door, a soft metallic thunk reverberating in the quiet hallway.
“I still have to check.”
Bending over, he ran his fingers over the smooth flesh on the backs of her knees and moved up, taking her dress up with him. It pooled along his forearms as he moved his thumbs around her inner thigh, stroking, always moving higher.
His mouth was hovering over the small of her back, where bare skin from the plunge of her dress tantalized him. Unable to resist, he placed his lips on her, sucking her flesh a little before retreating.
Reese made a low murmur deep in her throat. “I don’t think you’re concerned about a weapon. I think this is an excuse to get your hands on me.”
He had a momentary image of Reese ripping the balls off any guy who tried to grope her without her permission. It made him angry that as a woman she could ever be vulnerable, andhe almost halted their play-acting right there. The last thing he wanted was to make her uncomfortable.
But Reese added, “If you’re going to frisk me, maybe we should go into my room where you can be morethorough.”
Derek relaxed, reassured she was enjoying the game. He had never been one for fooling around in the bedroom, he was more of a get the job done kind of guy, but he had to admit, his heart was racing and his blood had all gone south.
He ached to be inside her, and every minute, every touch pushed his desire farther and farther until there was nothing else but him and Reese and their bodies blended in mutual pleasure.
“Don’t want your neighbors to see you getting arrested?” he said as he stood, hands climbing until he reached her ass.
He found it bare, nothing but warm hard flesh waiting for him to explore. With a groan, he cupped her cheeks with both hands, giving a soft squeeze. Where the hell were her panties? He’d seen them when she’d flashed him in the cab, but he wasn’t feeling them now.
“They can see me getting arrested, but I don’t feel like having them see me come.”
“Why would you come? I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“Then you better get working on that.”
Damn. Derek dropped his hands. “Turn around.”
He wanted to taste her, to lick and suck and rub against her like a fucking cat.
Arms still over her head, Reese rolled across the door and turned until she was facing him, her legs crossed at the ankle.
“Yes, sir.”
The rise of her breasts, straining behind the satin cool fabric of her dress, beckoned him. Leaning forward, Derek placed his tongue right between into the dip of cleavage, gliding back and forth until her skin was soaked and they were both panting.