She didn’t seem afraid to be alone. She almost looked relieved that he was leaving. Or maybe he was imagining that. “Have a good workout.”
He stepped into the hallway and drew a deep breath, then rode the elevator down to the third floor. The gym was empty apart from a lone attendant, its weight machines ready for him. Then he noticed the sign on the door.
Running or gym shoes only.
He looked at his feet. He’d run in combat boots plenty of times. He opened the door, walked inside.
The attendant saw him. “Señor, I’m sorry, but you must have the right shoes. Did you not see the sign?”
“My luggage was lost in Paris. Boots are all I have right now.”
“I’m so sorry. Maybe the concierge can help you shop for new shoes.”
“Right.”Shit.
He took the elevator back up to the ninth floor, let himself into the room, the TV playing some telenovela.
And there on the bed was Gabriela, eyes closed, naked from the waist down, her shirt and bra pulled up to bare her breasts, one hand between her parted thighs, the other stroking a puckered, brown nipple.
¡Coñoooo!
Dylan’s heart hit his sternum, blood rushing to his cock.
She opened her eyes, shrieked, and sat up, jerking the covers over her. “I… I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Obviously.” He was hard as a rock, his cock straining against his trousers. He turned off the television. “Were you fantasizing about me?”
“You?” Her eyes went wide, and her cheeks flushed a delicious shade of red, answering his question. “It’s been a year and a half—no sex, not even with myself. This is thefirsttime I’ve truly been alone in months, and you have to walk in—”
“Hey, don’t be embarrassed. You don’t owe me an explanation.” She was feeling exposed, so he revealed something of himself. It seemed only fair. “Want a confession? I went to the gym to sweatyouout of my system.”
“You did?”
“Yeah.” He walked over to stand beside her, caught her chin, and lifted her gaze to his. “Want some help? I would love to make you come.”
12
The breath rushed from Gabriela’s lungs at Dylan’s words. She looked into his eyes, heat shivering through her at the intensity of his gaze, the ache between her legs at war with utter mortification. “You … you want to make me come?”
He grinned, a sexy smile that made her pulse skip, his voice husky and deep. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment I found out you weren’t a nun.”
Her belly fluttered. “Really?”
“Shouldn’t you already know that?”
“HUMINT training doesn’t make a person psychic.”
He ignored that, cupped her cheek, his brow furrowing. “I want you, Gabriela, and you want me, too. I saw you staring at my body this morning. I know what lust looks like in a woman’s eyes.”
Dios mío.
How was she supposed to say no tothis?
“Wh-what about my job? Your mission?”
“Who’s going to tell?” He pulled his T-shirt over his head, tossed it onto the floor. “I sure as hell won’t.”
She couldn’t keep her gaze off him, his muscles shifting as he bent down to remove his boots. “You’re getting ahead of yourself, aren’t you? I haven’t said yes.”