Lifting her, he kept her to the wall, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, giving him all the angle he needed. Guiding his tip to her entrance, he waited till those soft green eyes opened to stare at him before nudging inside.
Hot. Slick. Tight as hell. What was left of his control began to shred. “You taste magnificent, Copper.”
Digging her nails into his shoulder, she shuddered. “You feel fucking wonderful.”
“I don’t have it in me to be gentle anymore,” he warned. Sweat trickled down his back. His body wanted one thing, and his mind was in full agreement. He wanted to drive himself into her until he came, yet he wanted her with him.
Fire burned through the dreamy look in her eyes. “You don’t have to be gentle. Trust me, I don’t break.” She flexed her legs against him, driving him in to the hilt with a move that left them both gasping. “Give me…all you’ve got.”
Permission to slip his leash received, he slammed his mouth down on hers and delved his tongue into her mouth in time with his hips. Liquid heat poured down his spine as the delicious friction increased the need throbbing through him. She met him thrust for thrust. She fisted his hair and raked her nails down his back.
His balls tightened, and he jerked, trying to bump her clit with every furious slap of his flesh into hers. Muscles clamping down on him, she came with another silent tempest. She stiffened as her orgasm rocked over her, and he followed, the relief as blistering and wild as the swift build up.
Clinging together, they rode the storm and he buried his face against her damp throat. The taste of her on his lips, and the feel of her body milking him—Pure, perfect, Copper.
He had to know everything about her.
Chapter 3
Parked on the deck of the coffee shop, she had a spectacular view of the lake below. A coffee cup appeared in the periphery of her vision. Cobalt set the cup down and slid into the chair opposite her. Glancing at him over the screen of the laptop, she gauged his mood had decreased in temperature from pissed to irritated. She’d gone off grid and script in the lecture hall. By the time she’d extricated herself from Gabriel, found her clothes, and headed out—Cobalt had been on the way in. Having sex to get information they really needed wasn’t a first for her. Sex with Gabriel, however, hadn’t been about the mission.
The frost in Cobalt’s attitude warmed to a simmering temper in the van, and she’d ignored him all the way to the coffee shop. Pulling up her programs, she checked the download she’d made from Gabriel’s phone. The encryption was over the top.
They’d attended a fundraiser the night before, and she’d scored the information on their second target, Gerald Barrow, an assistant turned would-be congressman. Pulling up the first two side by side, she began to skim their contacts, recent phone calls, and general day-to-day schedules.
A corporate officer, a budding politician, and a professor. It was like the lead in to a bad joke. Her body hummed at the thought of Gabriel—professor, potential target.Reconciling the man’s sexiness and vibrant intelligence with possible betrayal and treasonous acts didn’t work for her.
And if I fucked the enemy…She didn’t make rash decisions or impulsive choices. The man’s personality had sucked her in from the moment she walked into his classroom. She’d settled in a lower seat, figuring he’d never notice her in the sea of students, but he’d focused on her.
Her.
Seenher. More, he’d let her know he’d seen her. No one saw her, not unless she really wanted them to. So, what did his attention say about her?
“What do we have?” Cobalt asked, apparently ready to play nice in the sandbox again.
“A lot of bullshit.” She chose a different encryption program to try and crack the code on Gabriel’s info. The fact he had such tight security compared to their other two targets threw up a red flag.
Or it simply means he worked for the CIA. They have alotof analysts. He has to have an understanding of how vulnerable encapsulating your life on a smartphone was.If Chrome hadn’t ordered her to use a phone, she wouldn’t own one at all.
The decryption continued to fail. Three programs down and two to go, if she couldn’t crack the encryption, she’d have to find a secure server to upload the info so the Ant could take a crack at it.
He’d be all over this shit. Copper was decent, but no expert. She knew what programs worked. Brad had been like that—if she or anyone on the team needed anything, he could find it. She used to tease him he could find someone selling ice cream in Hell…
Rubbing at the ache in her chest, she took a long drink of coffee. “Gerald Barrow is clean.”Relatively speaking.
“You sure?” His question irked her.
Meeting Cobalt’s gaze, she raised her eyebrows. “Is there a reason I shouldn’t be?”
“You go off book, disappear for an hour, don’t respond, then don’t tell me where you went…”
“I told you, I was making nice with the professor. I got the information, didn’t I?” Why the fuck was she defending herself?Because I have something to hide.“Barrow, on the other hand, does have something to hide, but not anything to do with national security.”
She opened the private photos on Barrow’s cloud, swung the laptop around, and nudged it over to Cobalt.
“So, he has secrets.” Cobalt shrugged. “What if someone is blackmailing him?”
“Okay, if you had someone on the special intelligence desk of the Joint Chiefs, would you let them walk away from that source to run for congress?” They had the deck to themselves. Inside, a couple of teenagers ran the register and made coffee, looking more bored with their existence than anything else.