Evidence of Passion (Shadow Agents #7)(40)
Author: Cynthia Eden

Just as she demanded everything from him.

His hands swept over her body. Touch her everywhere. Keep her close.

He wanted her with him, always.

His fingers caressed her br**sts. They were so perfect. They fit in his hands like they were made for him. He lifted her up, holding her easily. He took her nipple into his mouth. Sweet. So amazingly sweet.

She moaned and her hands slid over his back.

He kissed her flesh. Small scars that marked her body. That made him ache because he hated that she’d suffered.

On missions.

Because of Jack.

He kissed her scars again and wished that he could take away her pain.

His fingers were around her waist, holding her up against the slick tile wall. Her legs were parted, and he pushed against her. He wanted inside her more than he wanted his next breath.

Make it perfect for her.

He turned, lifting her from the shower and then letting her feet touch down on the bath rug.

“Dylan?”

He loved the way she said his name. Husky. Sensual.

He yanked on the faucet, turning off the water, then grabbed a towel and took his time drying every perfect inch of her.

He didn’t bother wiping the water from his own body. “I was supposed to savor you.”

Her breath caught.

“And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” It was time to show Rachel that he was a man of his word. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. He spread her out on the covers then just took a minute to look at her.

Rachel’s cheeks were flushed. Her eyes shined. Her lips were red and full. She was wonderfully alive.

Her ni**les were tight, tipped pink. He slid onto the bed. Covered her but made sure not to crush her body. Savor. He would do just that. He wanted Rachel to realize how important she was to him.

He started by stroking her, kissing her. He learned every spot that made her tense. Then he made her gasp with pleasure. He learned how to make her tremble and how to make her ask for more.

Her legs parted for him. He explored her, so aroused that he ached, but he held back.

He brought Rachel to her first cl**ax. She arched against his hand. Moaned his name, and he drank the pleasure from her lips.

For her second cl**ax, he was in her, sheathed as far as he could go. He’d pulled away from her only long enough to take care of the protection.

His thrusts grew stronger, harder, and Rachel matched him perfectly. Her eyes were on his. He swore that she could see right into his soul.

Her second release hit, and her inner muscles squeezed around him. He withdrew, thrust, held as tightly to her as he could—

And the world exploded for Dylan. Pleasure hit him, surging over him in the most powerful release of his life.

He kissed Rachel. Held her close.

When the pleasure faded, his head lifted. He stared into her eyes.

“When…” Rachel licked her lips. “Do I get to savor you?”

Dylan found himself smiling down at her even as he thought, The woman is going to break me.

* * *

THOMAS ANTHONY ENTERED the interrogation room with silent footsteps. Walking silently was pretty much second nature to him, and it was a habit that had come in handy since he’d joined the EOD.

The prisoner in that room was cuffed—both with wrist restraints and ankle cuffs. An armed guard stood behind the assassin known as Jack.

But Jack didn’t look intimidated. He glanced up at Thomas, a smile on his face. “I was wondering when the party would get started.”

Thomas didn’t speak, not yet. He crossed the room and pulled out the chair across from Jack.

Jack’s smile widened. “This is a waste of time.”

“I don’t think so.” Thomas didn’t glance toward the mirror on the right, a two-way mirror that let those in the observation room watch this little scene play out. “We have your fingerprints, your DNA. In just a little while, we’ll know who you really are.”

“You already know.” A shrug. “I’m Jack.”

“You’re a killer who hides behind cards.” Thomas leaned forward. “You’re going to spend the rest of your life in a cage. You’ll be damn lucky if you ever see daylight again.”

Jack laughed. “Don’t count on that…not yet, Dragon.”

Thomas didn’t let his surprise show. Only EOD agents called him by that moniker.

Jack lifted a blond brow. “I guess we all hide behind something, don’t we?” Then Jack rolled his shoulders. “But I’m done with this little chat.” His hands slammed down on the table and his head turned toward the mirror. “You’re watching. Mercer, that’s your name, isn’t it?” Jack whistled. “If you only knew how much I’d been offered to put a bullet in your heart. Your death…it’s always the most requested.”

Jack knew far, far more about the EOD than they’d realized.

“I have connections that you can’t even dream about,” Jack said as he stared at his reflection. “Ties to individuals that I know you’d love to—ah, wait, what’s your word? Contain.”

“Right now, you’re contained,” Thomas told him.

Jack’s gaze cut to him. “Am I?” He seemed surprised.

What kind of game was the guy playing?

“I have intel.” Jack focused on the mirror once more. “Intel that you need. But I’m not just going to spill to the first agent who walks into the room.” He straightened. “No offense, Dragon.”

What?

“I’ll talk to my Rachel, or I won’t talk to anyone.”

Thomas sighed. He rose from his chair and slowly stalked around the table. Then he brought his face right in front of Jack’s. “Do I look like I care what you want?”

“You look like a lackey to me. Someone who doesn’t have the power to make a call like this.” A smirk was on Jack’s face. “You think I don’t know how valuable I am? Why do you think Mercer didn’t give orders for me to be taken out instead of contained? He wants my intel.” Jack shrugged. “And if he wants it, then he’s going to have to play by my rules.”

* * *

NOELLE EVERS STARED through the two-way mirror. Mercer was beside her. Silent. Watching.

“He’s still trying to pull the strings,” Noelle said. Jack’s behavior was just as she’d expected. The man was a control freak. Every act, every kill—it was about power to him, not about the money.

“He’s also still trying to get Rachel Mancini,” Mercer murmured. He glanced at Noelle. “But after what went down at the harbor, how is he going to react if he does see her in person?”