“Knight, you forgot to give me a hello kiss.” Reese fisted her hand over the three buttons on his shirt. She’d never had sex on foreign soil. Maybe it was time to change that.
He gave her a smile, the one she loved, the one that said he saw right through her, and was ready to play the game.
“Missed me, huh? And you’ve been really demanding lately. Hello kisses, good-bye kisses…what’s next?”
“How about you make me come?” Right here, right now. She pressed against him.
“Sorry, Peaches. I’ve got work to do.” He gave her a kiss on the forehead.
On the forehead.
“Oh, come on, just five minutes.”
He laughed. “Reese, shame on you. You can wait a couple of hours.”
“No, I can’t. All this stealth activity is arousing.”Mission Impossiblealways got her going. This was like the real-life version.
He bent down a little, easing his legs around her. Sucking her bottom lip, he murmured, “I’ll make it up to you later.”
Stiffening her body so she wouldn’t stick herself to him like a leech, she decided to torture them both. “I’ve got a better idea. Why don’t we go the whole trip without having sex, just to see if we can?”
He pulled back in astonishment. “That’s the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard. I already know we can’t go three days without touching each other. ”
“You’re probably right. But wouldn’t it be fun? I’m getting horny just thinking about it.” Of course, even grocery shopping with Knight could probably get her horny. Him squeezing the melons, all those cucumbers, zucchini, and carrots just staring at her, reminding her of…
It was confirmed. She was crazy about him.
“I don’t care. I’m not going to share a room with you and not touch you, so forget it.” And to prove his point, he went up her shirt and cupped her breast, all while nibbling on the corner of her mouth.
If he insisted. Reese reached for the button on his pants, relaxing her body, shifting back to her original idea of here and now.
But Knight jerked back and shook his finger. “Uh-uh-uh. I see what that was. It was a trick to get me to do it now. I almostfell for it. Forget it, Reese. I’ve got to go, and this is a stairwell, for God’s sake.”
It had been worth a shot. But maybe he was right. Later that night they could go out to dinner, stroll down to the harbor, and make out under balmy moonlight. It was spring in Auckland, and the temperature was a gorgeous seventy degrees, perfect for romance.
“Fine.” She sighed. This was really the problem with Knight, and exactly why she had known being with him wouldn’t work.
No matter what he said, he liked rules.
Derek had tossedhis things on the king size bed in Reese’s room, then along with Schwartz, their equipment guy, he had gone to the conference room where the meeting was scheduled for the following day.
“How’s it look, Schwartz?”
Special Agent Schwartz was a gum chewer, and his jaw moved as he studied the room, walking around, checking outlets, touching here and there.
“It’s alright. Not great, but alright. A little too big for good sound quality, so we’ll have to go with multiple recorders. One on the CW, then one with the camera, of course, and we’ll need another one, maybe in a briefcase or something.”
“Where are you going to put the camera?”
“In this ugly flower arrangement.” Schwartz picked up the pot from the console table by the sofa and shook his head. “This thing looks like my mother’s bathroom wallpaper.”
Maddock came into the room, closing the door quickly behind him. He was grinning.
“What? You met some local girl already?”
“No. But you should hear the recording Markson made of the flight over here.”
Derek caught his enthusiasm. “What? Did they say something incriminating?”