Evidence of Passion (Shadow Agents #7)(22)
Author: Cynthia Eden

She only wanted to think of Dylan. He’d said that this night was just about them. He was right.

Dylan pushed the robe off her shoulders. It pooled at her feet. Then his fingers slid down her arms. Slowly. Sensually.

But he’d promised her hard and wild.

“Have to taste first,” he growled. He dropped to his knees before her. He was still fully dressed. “Need you…to want me…just as badly.”

She did want him badly. So badly that it felt as if her body were burning from the inside.

He unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. And his mouth closed over her breast.

No tentative touches. No hesitations. He just took and she loved it. This time, when she needed balance, her hands flew to clasp his shoulders. His skin was so warm beneath her touch, and his mouth…

Her eyes closed and a moan slid past her lips.

He was licking her, kissing her and making her wild.

And his hand was pushing between her thighs. “Love these,” he said as his fingers caught the edge of her panties. “Love ’em so much, I’ll buy you a new pair just like them.” Then he ripped the panties out of his way.

Her eyes snapped back open. “Dylan?”

He stared up at her, his eyes hot with passion. “Now, Rachel. I warned you…”

It will be wild and hard because I’ve waited too long for you.

He tumbled her back onto the couch cushions. Before she could even pull in a startled breath, he was there. He’d yanked open the snap of his jeans, pulled down the zipper and he pushed between her legs.

She arched up, ready—

But Dylan stopped, swearing. He fumbled in the rear pocket of his jeans and pulled out a small foil packet. In seconds, he was back with her.

She arched her h*ps toward him.

There was no hesitation. No slow glide.

There was only passion. Need. He drove into her and she lost her breath. He withdrew, and her nails raked down his back because she wanted him in, deeper.

Her legs locked around his hips. His fingers threaded with hers. He thrust again and again, and the tempo was just as he’d promised. Wild and hard and there was nothing but the two of them. Only the pleasure, only that moment. Only—

The world seemed to explode around her. Her body stiffened as the release hit, a surge of pleasure that swept through her, and Rachel cried out.

Dylan kept thrusting. Harder. Deeper. Thrusts that lifted up her body, that made the cl**ax she felt last and last.

Then he tensed against her and held her tighter while he roared her name.

Being with him hadn’t been awkward. It had been hot and wild and perfect.

Even better than in her dreams.

* * *

THE LIGHTS WERE still on at Rachel’s place. The lights were on and the EOD agent was still skulking outside her building in the shadows, and…

The pub was getting busy.

Jack smiled as he watched a trio of drunken men fall out of the pub. They were just what he’d been waiting for.

He walked toward them, whistling. One guy was barely steady on his feet. The fellow was trying to hail a taxi.

Jack bumped him, just a bit. A little nudge. Just hard enough to send the guy stumbling into traffic. Tires squealed. Horns honked wildly.

The guy’s drunk friends grabbed for him.

A taxi missed the fellow by about two feet.

Jack was already far past the men by that point. He’d escaped to the shadows, certain that the drunken men hadn’t seen him clearly. But the little drama was attracting new attention as people swarmed toward the man sprawled on the street.

The drama was even attracting the interest of the skulking EOD agent. And all Jack needed was for the man to be distracted for a few moments…

Jack sidled toward Dylan Foxx’s car. He had a little gift to leave for Dylan.

You’re out of this game. You won’t touch Rachel again.

The darkness of the night could hide so much. He’d always enjoyed killing in that darkness.

Chapter Five

Rachel fought to catch her breath. She couldn’t do it. Maybe it was because Dylan held her pinned to the couch or maybe it was because aftershocks of pleasure still pulsed through her body.

But she was panting and her heart was racing so fast that it shook her chest.

Dylan lifted his head and gazed down at her. “That should’ve taken the edge off,” he said as his words seemed to rumble against her.

His voice… A shiver slid over her.

“It should’ve, but it didn’t,” he said flatly. A dark, warning edge was layered in the words. “I still want you, just as badly as before.” But he was withdrawing from her, and the hard slide of his body had her gasping.

“Don’t worry,” Dylan said as his hands slipped from hers. “I already told you, we’re just getting started.”

Then he was on his feet, standing beside the couch, staring down at her. Rachel tried to reach for her robe.

He caught her hands. “Don’t. I want you to stay just like that. I’ll take care of you.”

She stilled.

His fingers slid over the inside of her wrist, caressing the spot just above her rapidly beating pulse point.

Then he pulled away. He headed toward her bathroom. Rachel tried to suck in some deep, fortifying breaths while he was gone.

Her legs were trembling. She was trembling.

The floor creaked. Her head jerked up. Dylan was already back. He’d zipped and buttoned his jeans, and they hung low on his hips. He had a soft cloth in his hand. He bent and carefully pressed the cloth to the tender flesh between her thighs.

Rachel flinched. “Dylan…”

His gaze held hers. “Was I too rough?”

She shook her head.

“Good.” He tossed the cloth aside. “Because this time, I get to savor.”

She couldn’t have spoken then even if—

A phone rang, the shrill cry loud in her apartment. She glanced to the left. It wasn’t her phone.

It was his. Dylan’s phone was on the end table, vibrating.

“It could be Mercer,” Rachel whispered. “We should…we should get it.”

His jaw locked. She knew he didn’t want to move. She didn’t want him moving anywhere.

Because she wanted to savor him, too.

The phone stopped ringing.

He smiled at her.

And the phone began its peeling cry once more.

“Don’t move,” he ordered her again.

Then he was stalking toward his phone.

She inched up a bit, staring over at him.

A frown pulled his brows low as Dylan reached for his phone. “Blocked number.”

A chill swept over her skin.

Dylan swiped his finger over the screen. “Who is this?” he demanded. His finger tapped on the screen once more. A crack of static filled the room. Static then…laughter.