“More, more, more,” she pleaded. “Hurry, please. I can’t stand it.”
He added a second finger and twisted them inside her. He relished the way she writhed on him. “God, do I want to soothe this sweet ache of yours with my cock. It’s only ever been this hard for you,tesora.Only you.”
The bawdy scream from her throat as she exploded around him drew his own swift, mind-shattering release.
A moment of silence followed before cries above them resounded their passion.
Diana sat up and looked at him, flushed and stunned.
He cupped her chin and shook his head in quiet, amazed agreement.
Footsteps drew them both back to reality.
As they bounded off the bed, Diana grimaced at the body blocking the door. “We can’t exit the way we came in.”
Ian’s blurry eyes clapped on the window. “We’re one story up. Too far to jump, but we could scale the side of the building so that the drop isn’t too far.”
They worked together to pull open the window, and Ian tried to ignore the heady scent of sex that was permeating the space between them. The stain on his trousers was a painful reminder that they’d lost precious time. And that Diana could unravel him with little more than her proximity and her kiss.
As long as he lived, he wouldn’t regret it.
When the window finally creaked open, the shriek of mating cats made Ian recoil. “I hope to hell those vermin aren’t mating in the alley. It will make for a terrible landing.”
The shriek sounded again, and Diana placed a hand on Ian’s arm to still him. “Wait.”
She gave a low whistle, which spurred another punctuated shriek from the street below.
“Not cats, a barn owl.”
They poked their heads out of the window and found Birdie standing below them. She tossed them a rope and turned to the end of the alley before she repeated the low whistle Diana had made.
“We’re clear,” Diana confirmed.
Ian secured the rope around the bed frame, and Diana was already over the window sash before he finished tying the knot. He followed her down. His knees nearly buckled when they hit solid ground.
“Costa has the police looking for you,” Birdie reported as she ushered them through the lane.
“We can’t risk staying for the meet tomorrow. Do you have transport?” Diana asked.
Ian expected a vehement protest from Birdie about abandoning orders, but she only tilted her head in affirmation to Diana’s question and led them down to the beachfront, where she dragged a rowboat out from under the pier.
“Tell me you’ve checked for leaks,” Diana insisted as she boarded while Ian and Birdie shoved off into the water.
“This ain’t my first passage.” Birdie handed Diana a blade, which Diana accepted with a grateful smile.
“Good woman. You can return Mr. Holt’s pistol to him as well.”
With deliberate slowness, Birdie reached into her pocket and handed Ian the gun.
“How did you find us?” Ian asked as he inspected the pistol to confirm it was still loaded.
“I was across the street, sorting this out.” Birdie flapped the oars. “Saw them surround you, so I followed at a distance. Took me bloody ages to double back for the rope.”
“We must make note of that oversight so we don’t let it happen on future operations,” Diana remarked.
After a beat, Birdie said, “We’ve never ignored orders before.”
She delivered this observation casually, but Ian made no mistake of the accusation buried beneath it.