Trace thought about the consequences sleeping with this woman could cause.
If things didn’t work out between them, it would make things extremely awkward between them. Especially if she took the job in Richmond.
But what if this does work? It’s not like she’s asking you to be her boyfriend. She just wants to blow off some steam.
The voice in his head had a point. They’d both been wound tight since coming here. The conversation on the couch that first night had helped some, but the anxiety over the situation was always there in the back of their minds.
Trace thought about the kiss they’d shared that night. It was soft and so simple. Not at all like the passion-filled kiss when she’d been dreaming.
Yet for some strange reason, it was the sweeter kiss that had his body constantly begging for more.
So he’d done his damnedest to keep a safe distance ever since. But no matter how many cold showers he took, or how hard he continued fighting against it, the incredible woman kept pulling him in. Making him want more.
And she was standing before him, eyes wide open, askinghimfor more.
Fuck it.
He pulled his phone from his pocket and called Agent Donovan. “Hey, Howard. Just checking in.” He kept his eyes on Emma as he spoke.
“All is quiet and clear out here.”
Just what Trace wanted to hear.
“Miss Cooper and I are going to be discussing a sensitive matter that will require some privacy for the next hour.”
“Understood.” The tone of Howard’s voice said the man truly did.
Emma’s brow raised, her lips curving as she mouthed, “An hour?”
His zipper pressed hard against his swollen shaft. “Agent Donovan?”
“Yes, sir?”
Trace stared into Emma’s eyes and said, “Make that two.”
Ending the call, he shoved his phone into his back pocket.
“Two hours, huh?” She smirked. “Guess you have a pretty high opinion of yourself.”
Grabbing her narrow hips, Trace pulled her body flush with his. He knew what she was feeling, and from the rush of arousal burning in her eyes, she loved every inch of it.
You need to warn her. She needs to know...
“Do you remember what I said that night in the hotel room?”
The tip of Emma’s tongue peeked out as she licked her lips. “Yes.”
Control, Winters. Stay. In. Control.
The effort had his fingertips digging into her hips. “I meant it, sweetheart,” he rasped. “I’m a lot of things, but a Saint isn’t one of them. You’re playing with fire, and if you keep pushing me, you’re gonna find out just how far from heaven I really am.”
His warning fell on deaf ears.
“I don’t want a saint, Trace.” She leaned up, her teeth nipping playfully at his bottom lip. “I only want you.”
And just like that, his control snapped.
Trace slammed his mouth against hers. When he hoisted her off her feet, Emma instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.