Spy Games (Tarnished Heroes #1)(50)

“Oh, God.” He thrust, groaning as he slid deep.

Sarah kissed his lips, her tongue in his mouth.

No one could piss him off, get under his skin, or turn him on faster than her.

He planted his hand on the dresser for better leverage, his hips working. She moved with him.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“You feel so fucking good.” He kissed her neck, her cheek, her mouth.

Her lashes fluttered a few times. She dug her nails into the nape of his neck, forcing him in for another kiss. Her gaze snared his.

There were things he couldn’t say to her, not without losing pieces of his soul forever. He loved her, for one, he wanted to be with her forever, was another. Fundamental truths he wouldn’t deny to himself, but sharing them with her was an impossibility. Once those sorts of things were said, there was no taking them back.

No matter how pissed off she made him, how they picked at each other, under it all he would always love Sarah before anyone else. She was the other part of his soul, the reason his heart beat, why he had to do his part to keep the world a safer, better place.

He flattened his hand on her lower back, changing the angle.

“Rand. Fuck.”

“Like this?”

She made little helpless moans.

“Keep looking at me.” He wanted to see it, the moment she felt something.

Her brow creased and her breathing hitched. She dug her nails into his biceps and her leg curled around him.

So fucking close.

He squeezed her closer to him and thrust, harder, deeper, without a care to the dresser thumping against the wall.

Rand saw the moment of her climax in her eyes, the way they seemed to lose focus. Her pussy tightened around him. He groaned, pumping into her, losing himself in the feel of her body, the slice of her nails on his skin.

He loved this. Her. All of it.

He wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her tight moments before his balls drew up and release rolled through him.

She clutched him to her, her head buried against his neck, her breath warming his skin.

What the hell was he going to do with her? Before, it’d just been dreams, his fantasies. Now, he knew the reality. How was he supposed to go on without her now that he knew what it could be like?

Sarah stroked the back of his neck and shoulders.

He wanted to pinch her head off sometimes, the same way he had when they were kids and she just wouldn’t shut up. But the rest of the time…they could be so good together. How did he explain himself to her? How did they come to some sort of…understanding?

“Sarah…” He picked his head up and groaned. Her internal muscles squeezed his softening penis.

“Don’t say anything, please?” She pulled him back, burying her face against his chest. “Sometimes you make me so freaking angry. Can we just not, right now? Don’t fight with me, don’t try to control things, just…stop. This is how things are, and we have to live with it.”

He hated the strain in her voice, the tremors that had nothing to do with sex shaking her hands. But what more could he offer her?

Rand kissed the top of her head and gathered her in his arms.

This much he could do. He could hold her until she slept, and then watch over her. That, at least, he knew how to do.

…

The door to the suite opened. Wei stood, waiting. One by one, the other members of the group entered.

Wang Ping was last, bringing up the rear with his assistant.

“Have you found something?” Ping asked.

“Someone’s been watching us.”

“Give us the room,” he said to the others.

Working for someone like Wang Ping meant being at least somewhat aware of what the man really did. He wasn’t just a province official, he was a core member of the intelligence committee. Wei reported directly to him more than any other person.

“Show me,” Ping said when they were alone.

Wei opened the laptop and the rest of the equipment he’d taken from the neighboring room. He laid out what he’d discovered in the handful of hours he’d spent digging into the issue, that someone was watching them, listening in, and knew they had the stolen case on American soil. Outside of that, there wasn’t much to tell.

“Who do you think it is?” Ping paced back and forth.

“I’m not sure. I haven’t been here long enough to have observed anyone out of place. The name and a phone number your mole gave us? I couldn’t trace the number, but I did find out that someone using that same name is registered at this hotel. Next door.”

Ping muttered curses under his breath.

“Have you seen anyone out of place? Anyone unusual?”

“No.” Ping glared at Wei. They’d both been in this business long enough to know that coincidences were never happenstance. Whoever was using that name was after the briefcase, and likely knew more about how to open it and what was inside than they did. “Qiang was speaking to some woman yesterday. She works for one of those humanitarian organizations, but other than that, it’s been meetings about this stupid party for the U.S. Secretary of State. What about this? Did you get anything off it?”

Ping gestured at the laptop. Wei opened it and the screen lit up, displaying a login screen.

“I haven’t tried yet,” Wei responded. I was waiting for you.”