Page 31 of When He Lies
She pulled her lower lip between her teeth. Nibbled a bit. Then let go. “See something you like, Mr. Spy?”
His gaze flew up to catch her gaze. “Don’t play with me.”
“Sorry. Is that what I’m doing?”
He was quite sure it was.
“Let’s blame it on the adrenaline, shall we? My emotions are out of control. I’m not quite in control.” A deliberate pause from Simone. “Are you?”
“Am I what?” His body pressed to hers, and, even through that billowing skirt of hers, she probably felt his dick shoving against her. He eased back, a little, but didn’t let her go.
“Are you in control?” Simone asked him.
“I’m always in control.”
Her brows climbed. “You don’t sound that way. You sound like adrenaline might be pushing you to the edge, too.”
Adrenaline. Fury. Desire. The remnants of fear that he never, ever should have felt.
“Do it,” she dared.
He sucked in a breath. “Do what?”
“Kiss me. You know you want to do it. I want you to do it. What will one tiny kiss hurt?”
There was not going to be anything tiny about their kiss, dammit. That was insulting.
She rolled one shoulder. “Not like we’re going to kiss and then frantically rip each other’s clothes off, am I right?”
She should not tempt him that way. Ripping off her clothes seemed like a fabulous idea to him.
“I’m filthy.” Her nose scrunched in a way that he found too adorable. “Your fancy extraction team is coming any minute, and I’m thinking that when you valiantly came to the rescue last night, you didn’t stop to grab a condom so…” An exhale. “A kiss is all we get. A real kiss. No pretending this time. Just you and me. Just the two of us actually kissing. Actually letting go and seeing what the desire between us is really like before, well, before your associates try to arrest me for some crime that I don’t even remember committing.”
She needed to stop fascinating him. “I’m pretty sure you’re a thief.”
Her lips parted. “That is insulting.” Yet, somehow, her words came out like a sensual temptation.
“You’re definitely a liar.” His head was lowering toward hers because there was no way he could hold himself back. He was going to kiss Simone.
“Me? I think you’re the liar. I believe that lying is the way of life for a spy.”
He was a breath away from her mouth.
“Also, should you just be confessing that you’re CIA?” She made a little tut-tut click with her tongue. “Your spy status doesn’t feel like something you should tell the world.”
“You’re not the world.”
“No.”
“You’re mine.”
“What?”
He took her mouth.
Chapter Eight
He didn’t kiss with restraint. With gentleness. Didn’t kiss with seduction and careful skill. Ryan was way past the point of all that. Instead, he kissed Simone with near desperation. With a desire and dark lust that made his entire body ache. With complete intent and consuming focus.
