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  “I know all of Oscar’s dirty little secrets, Agent Blake.”

  The agent’s eye’s widened. Kane could practically see it as dreams of commendations and promotion saturated Blake’s mind.

  “Perhaps we can come to some deal, Ms. Cruz.”

  Lena grinned.

  * * * * *

  He’d showered and now he couldn’t help himself as he stood in the doorway to the large marble bathroom and watched Lena take a bubble bath. His entire body stood at attention, including his cock.

  He crossed to her and handed her a glass of champagne. “You were very impressive today.”

  She blushed and the pink traveled down to where the swell of her perfect globes disappeared beneath the bubbles. “Thanks.”

  “I mean getting the FBI to agree to your terms of what they would charge Thorn with is one thing. But this,” he gestured to the room, “is the work of a master negotiator.”

  She was still blushing. “Do you think so?”

  “Do you have any idea what this room goes for?”

  “Thousands a night.” She sighed and sank deeper into the tub. “I would have settled for another room, but I’m not complaining. I’m just so tired of being dirty. We haven’t been comfortable since those few hours in Mexico and that seems as if it was years ago.”

  “It was only a few days.” He knelt down next to the tub, took a sip of his champagne and watched her. “We’ve only known each other a few days, Lena.”

  She reached up, and with one wet finger, smoothed the crease between his eyes. “It seems like a lifetime since then.”

  “You don’t really know me.”

  She smiled. “I know you.”

  “I’ve done things.”

  “I don’t care.”

  “Not today, not now, but you will care someday. I’m not good enough for you.”

  She sat up, frowning. “Maybe the problem is, you don’t really know me.”

  “What do you mean?”

  She leaned back again. The bubbles parted and he glimpsed the dark tips of her tits before they were once again obscured by the bath. Closing her eyes, she said, “You assume that I want someone who has a nine-to-five job in some office somewhere. What you don’t seem to understand is I’ve lived a quiet life with almost no excitement. I love that you’re unconventional. I need someone who understands the power of a sixth sense. I want you and now that I’ve found you, no one else will ever be enough.”

  If she was trying to kill him with kindness, it was working. His stomach and chest tightened into painful knots. He wanted to pull her from the hot water and fuck her on the bathroom floor or jump in the tub and take her in the water. His doubts kept him kneeling on the outside of the marble-encased luxury tub. “The darkness you felt in Banta, I have the same in me.”

  “No, you don’t.”

  He raised his eyebrows, but her eyes were closed and she didn’t see. “Why do you say that? You know I killed those soldiers at Thorns.”

  Her lids opened, and instead of fear or judgment, he saw only sympathy in their smoky depths. “Not all of them.”

  “No, but two of them.”

  “You didn’t have a choice.”

  “There is always a choice.” He looked down at the dark veins in the marble tile.

  She sat up, put the champagne glass on the floor, put her arms along the rim of the tub, one hand on top of the other, and placed her chin on top of them. “Tell me, why didn’t you kill the others? The ones you left unconscious.”

  He met her gaze. “I didn’t have to kill them.”

  Her eyebrows rose high on her forehead. “But you could have. They may have even deserved to die.”

  Hope started to bloom inside his gut. She didn’t care about the things he’d done. She believed he was good. Kane wasn’t so sure she was right, but he couldn’t bear the thought of losing her, not to death and not to her good sense either. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. She was warm and wet as her hands came around his neck. Her fingers toyed with the hair at the base of his skull. Her kiss was sweet and she tasted of peppermint and champagne. He’d never be able to get enough of this woman.

  “Who was your father?”

  She backed away an inch and laughed. “You want to know that now?”

  “I want to know you, Lena.”

  Her smile was enough to take his breath away. When she stood up, he nearly embarrassed himself. “Hand me the towel.” She pointed to where the item was draped over the cushioned bench a couple of feet away.

  It took him a minute to comply. She’d shaved her pussy smooth and his cock jumped in his jeans, pressing painfully against his fly. Every inch of her was smooth and curvy. His hands itched to touch her.

  “It’s getting cold.” Her smile told him she liked the way he stood gape-mouthed, staring at her nudity.

  He never took his eyes off her, grabbing the towel and holding it open for her. He’d have preferred she remain naked, but he definitely would not learn anything about her past if she stayed as she was.

  She dried herself and put on one of the large fluffy robes the hotel supplied to the luxury suite. He could see the laughter in her eyes and guessed it was because he was still staring at her.

  She plucked the hairbrush off the vanity. The hotel had supplied them with the basic necessities and the FBI had arranged clothes for them. She really was a master negotiator.

  Lena walked into the living area and started pulling the brush through her long dark hair. As if he were her shadow, he followed behind.

  She plunked down on the couch with one leg folded under her and continued to brush out her wet hair. “When my mother was eighteen, she ran off to see the world. She landed in Europe and backpacked her way from country to country. She met my father in Spain. His name was Javier Cruz. They were married when she became pregnant.” She shrugged. “I guess they were happy. He died in a motorcycle accident when I was five and we moved back to the US to live with Gran.”

  She put the brush on the coffee table. Kane sat down next to her and pulled her onto his lap. Immediately she wrapped her arms around his neck.

  “How did your mother die?”

  “Cancer. She died three months after her diagnosis.” The sorrow in her voice created a heaviness the permeated the room.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Yeah, me too.”

  They sat there for a long time, holding each other. Her fingers traced paths along his shoulders and neck. Paths she probably thought were innocent, but every touch was driving him crazy. If she could feel how hard his cock was under her round ass, she gave no indication.

  The side of her head rested against his. He turned to look at her and her lips covered his. She nibbled first his top lip and then the bottom. A low groan sounded from deep in his chest. His body throbbed with desire.

  “Is this why you demanded a room at the Mandarin Oriental?” he asked.

  Her smile was slow and sultry. “Would that be a bad reason?”

  He had her on her back in seconds. His knees sank into the soft cushions of the couch as he straddled her and then leaned down so his face was not quite touching hers. “It would be an excellent reason.”

  She giggled. “I’m glad to hear that.” Her hands caressed up his back and then down his straining arms. She continued over his pecs, grazing the nipples. His breath came faster and he pressed his straining cock between her legs. The hotel robe had fallen open, leaving her completely exposed below the waist.

  She made a noise that was something between a sigh and a moan. He wanted to hear it again. He slid down her body until his mouth hovered just above her smooth pussy. His fingers caressed the soft, freshly shaved mound and down to the tender skin surrounding her slit. “I like this new look.”

  “Mmm, I like what you’re doing with your fingers.”

  One side of his mouth tipped up in a crooked smile. He slid one finger between her soft folds and touched her clit with just the slightest caress.

  H
er breath caught in a little gasp. It was another noise he wanted to hear again and again.

  He spread her lips so he could see her pink glistening flesh. “This is so pretty.”

  Another little gasp escaped her open mouth. Her head was thrown back against the arm of the couch. One of her hands was gripping a pillow and the other rested at the opening of her robe.

  Kane reached up and pulled the terrycloth tie at her waist. The bow came apart easily and one side of the robe fell open, revealing more warm, creamy skin and one perfectly round breast. Her dark-pink nipple stood out, ready for attention. Immediately she gripped her tit, tugged on the sensitive tip and emitted a cry that had his cock jumping.

  “You have no idea what you do to me, Lena.” He circled her clit with one finger.

  She gasped. “You know exactly what you’re doing to me.”

  He laughed. “I want to make you come. I want you to come so hard that when you scream, the FBI agent outside the door rushes in to check on you. I want you to come so many times, the front desk calls for security to ask us to be quiet.” He slid the same finger up and down between her lips, circled her clit and dipped the tip inside her wet slit.

  Her breath came in short, high-pitched gasps. He didn’t know if it was his words or his touch, but her body responded completely.

  When her mental barrier fell, he felt the nudge against his own mind. He did nothing to access her thoughts. He added a second finger and squeezed her clit between the two digits, then pressed the bud before circling it and sliding the two fingers inside her wetness.

  Her head thrashed from side to side and cries and gasps continued to pour from her mouth.

  Suddenly she sat up and grabbed his hand.

  He stilled and looked up into her intense dark eyes.

  “I don’t want you in my head.”

  “I know.” It hurt him when she said it. He wasn’t sure if it was because she thought he would invade without an invitation or just the sound of those words coming from her. He didn’t really know why, but her words injured him.

  His pain must have shone in his expression. He kept his hand stilled with her tight grip. “What you did to help me sleep last night was amazing and I appreciate it. I trust you, Kane. I love you. I just can’t.”

  Lifting his hand away from her pussy, he took her hand and kissed her fingers. “I know. I will never come to you in any way without an invitation. I’m happy to have you, no matter what the limitations.”

  “You’re disappointed. I can see it in your eyes.” She pulled her hand away and lay back against the couch. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

  “Shit.” He stood up. “Come here.” He reached down and offered his hand. It took her a moment, but she took his hand and stood before him. He then released her hand, undid his fly and stripped out of his jeans before pushing her robe off her shoulders. They stood completely naked in the middle of the posh suite’s living room. His cock stood straight out from his body. Her pussy glistened and her nipples were hard peaks. “I want you to listen to me very carefully, Lena. I don’t care about being inside your head unless that’s where you want me to be.”

  “But I know you liked it.”

  He nodded. “And you liked it too, but that doesn’t mean we have to do it every time we make love. I don’t demand that you suck my dick every time we have sex. I can’t imagine you will demand I go down on you or use a vibrator or any other sex act we enjoy together.”

  She blushed and looked down at the carpet.

  “I know what you’ve been through. It’s totally understandable that you want to limit access to your mind right now.”

  “It’s hard to keep my walls up when you’re between my legs.”

  He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. His hands cupped her ass cheeks while his cock pressed tightly between their bodies. He carried her over to the heavy, round dining table on the far side of the room. He put her down on the edge of the flat surface. “Do you want me, Lena?”

  “Yes.”

  “I want to fuck you. You never need to worry that I’ll do anything you don’t enjoy or want. When we leave this room, you will need to put those walls up, but in here with me, you never need protection.”

  His cock was perched at her entrance. He pressed forward.

  Lena cried and gripped his shoulders. “Yes, Kane, yes.”

  Her mind was wide open, but he stayed in his own as he filled her wet pussy. She leaned back on her elbows and he was able to go deeper and she gave a high scream.

  With one hand, he worried one perfect nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He reared back until only the tip of him was still inside her. Slowly he filled her again. Her body pulsed around him, tugging him deeper. He slid all the way out, relishing her wetness and the way her pussy gripped at him. He thrust forward with a bit more force.

  “Kane, that’s so good.” She sat up and gripped his neck and shoulders. Her mouth touched his ear. “I want to suck your cock.”

  He nearly came just from the words and had to close his eyes and take a step back. He steadied her on the table and took another step back, watching her jump to her feet and kneel before him.

  Her small hand wound around the base of his thick shaft. She looked up at him and smiled. His entire body was taut, as if he might snap at any moment. Her cool, pink tongue jutted out and licked the tip of his cock.

  He moaned.

  Her lips spread just enough to allow the head to breach her mouth. Warm wetness surrounded him and another noise fell from his mouth. She circled the head with her tongue and pulled just the tip in again. Her fingers lightly tickled his balls. He threw his head back. “Fuck, Lena, that feels incredible.”

  She took another half an inch of him inside her mouth while continuing her slight caress. Her other hand began moving up and down his shaft. As her mouth filled, her hand came up to meet each suck. She applied more suction and pulled him in deeper. She slid her tongue up the vein, which bulged and pumped more blood to his cock.

  Between her hands and her cunning mouth, he was in rapture. She sucked and licked, tickled and pulled until his body shook with the need to come.

  Kane stepped back and gripped her arms, lifting her to her feet. He practically dragged her to the arm of the couch.

  She giggled as he pushed her to sit on the soft expensive material. He knelt between her legs. Her head cocked to one side in question. He spread her legs and licked from her soaking-wet pussy to her clit.

  Lena screamed and gripped his hair to the point of pain. Not caring, he continued to lick her over and over again. She screamed again as he sucked her clit into his mouth and rubbed his tongue over the tight bud. Sliding two fingers inside her slit and pressing, he had her gasping and crying out unintelligible things.

  When she came, she stood, pressing his face hard against her core. Her pussy pulsed and gushed sweet juices. Kane lapped up every last drop before standing up. He picked her up as if she was a little girl and carried her to the king-size bed in the next room.

  His cock ached. He’d nearly come when she did. Everything about her turned him on. The way she cried his name and other words he couldn’t quite make out. The way her eyes squeezed shut when she came. All of it made him want her more. The fact that she’d stopped fucking him so she could suck his cock was an added bonus. Once he was outside her perfect pussy, he couldn’t resist sucking her off.

  Chapter Ten

  She’d wanted to have him come in her mouth, but wouldn’t have given up the orgasm on the couch for anything. Kane knew just how to touch her. His mouth was heaven. She knew he’d forgotten to put a condom on earlier, but she didn’t care. The thought of Kane’s child growing inside her filled her with joy beyond anything she’d ever known. She’d made sure she never conceived when she was married to Oscar. Any child from that abominable marriage could only come to harm. She wanted children, but wished for them to have a loving home, the way she’d had.

  Kane put her on the
soft mattress and started to walk to the living room. He likely had a condom in his jeans.

  “Don’t,” she said.

  He stopped and turned back toward her. “What are you saying?”

  “We should start what we saw in the vision.”

  The noise that came out of his mouth could only be described as a growl. She smiled and backed up onto the wide mattress. He crawled between her legs as if he were a lion on the prowl.

  Lena backed up faster, turned over onto her stomach and lifted her hips to him. She looked back over her shoulder and saw his eyes were dark with passion. Grabbing a pillow, she stuck it under her hips in order to lift them higher. His hands were on her and she felt his hard cock teasing her pussy.

  As the head slid inside her, a sigh pushed from her lips. He pulled back out. For a second, she assumed he’d had second thoughts. She looked back and his eyes were lowered, watching where their bodies came together. In one slow, steady thrust, he filled her.

  She gripped the bedding and screamed as he stretched her to her limit. Her core pulsed around his hard shaft, demanding more. He gripped her hips hard and set a rhythm. Slow at first, he reared back and filled her over and over again. Her body was on fire. A slick film of sweat beaded up on her skin as she pressed back with equal desire. Her body hummed and her pleasure built until it was near pain.

  As Kane increased the speed of their fucking, he also increased the thrust. He slammed inside her and each piston-like action brought her higher and forced another cry from her lips.

  He pumped faster and she reached down between her legs and rubbed her clit hard and fast. Her orgasm lingered at the precipice. Kane groaned deep in his throat and thrust again. Lena rubbed the sensitive bud harder and faster until she felt the pressure snap. Her orgasm burst, sending rapture to every nerve, and she came hard and long. He thrust forward again and again. Her ecstasy continued and the scream hardly sounded as if it had come from her.

  He came, filling her, and the sensation peaked one last time. She stilled and let the pleasure flow over her in waves until it leveled out and only satisfaction remained.