The man had figured her out. That much was certain.
Then he stopped, leaving her on the edge.
She moaned and squirmed in protest, making him smile, his gaze soft.
“Patience,mi amor.” He reached for a condom, tore the wrapper with his teeth, and rolled it over the delicious length of his cock.
But she couldn’t let him call the shots.
“Not so fast, sailor.” She put a hand on his sternum and pushed him away, gratified to see the surprise on his face. Then she turned onto her hands and knees, wiggled her bare ass at him, and watched over her shoulder as his eyes went dark. “You said you like me on my knees.”
“¡Coñooo!”Fuck!He slid his palms worshipfully over the curves of her ass, his gaze all over her, a stricken look on his face.
She didn’t have time for this. He’d built this fire. Now he needed to extinguish it. “Fuck me!”
He filled her with a single deep thrust, the thick, hard feel of him making her eyes drift shut. “Is that what you want?”
“God, yes.”
He found a rhythm, reaching around to stroke her. The skilled action of his fingers. The silky glide of his cock. That sweet, deep stretch. He was driving her out of her mind, the blaze inside her flaring out of control.
Harder. Faster.
He rammed into her with thrusts that made the bed hit the wall and made her cry out, pleasure drawing tight inside her. And then she was there, on that shimmering edge.
She came hard, her hands fisting in the sheets, ecstasy consuming her, white-hot and incandescent. Dylan drove her orgasm home, then shifted the rhythm, pounding into her, both hands grasping her hips.
“Gabriela.” He came with a groan, finishing with three deep thrusts.
He caressed her ass, pressed kisses along her spine, then withdrew, the two of them collapsing onto the sheets, smiles on their faces.
Dylan drew her against him. “God, woman, I can’t get enough of you.”
“Good.”
He chuckled. “Are you going to go to confession over me?”
“No. You have to be repentant. I’m anything but.”
They ordered breakfast after that, talking about little things—where they’d grown up, their brothers and sisters, their parents. Then Dylan went to take a shower while she tidied up the bed and got dressed.
“Hey, did you use my razor?” he shouted from the bathroom.
“Of course! I have dark hair, and I haven’t shaved for almost two years!”
Then his phone rang. It wasn’t check-in time. Had Cobra’s hack of the security system spotted something?
She ran to the window, looked outside.
No police. NoGuachimanes.
Just to be safe, she put on her shoes, checked the Glock, stuck her ID in one pocket and the firearm in the rear waistband of her jeans. Then she picked up the backpack and set it on the bed for him where it would be handy.
“Mierda!”
It must weigh fifty freaking pounds.
That’s why he has all those muscles.