She hugged herself as she leaned back against the small dining room table. “And what will you be doing while I sleep?”
“I won’t leave you alone if that’s what you’re worried about.”
She swallowed. “I kind of am, yes. You left me in the tree stand.”
“That was different. This is a city and I don’t need to scout the perimeter. Besides, I told you what I was doing when I left.”
Sophie rubbed a hand over her eyes tiredly. “Fine. Which bedroom do you want?”
“The one nearest the door.”
For some reason, that answer disappointed her. As if he’d been going to say Whichever one you’re in.
She’d kind of hoped he would, especially after what he’d said about sinking into her if they were still in the safe house in Maryland. But clearly he was beyond that now. If he’d ever meant it in the first place.
He confused her and she didn’t like it. She didn’t like herself much at the moment for caring what he meant either. She knew better than to put much stock in what people said, and yet she sometimes did.
Sophie grabbed the carry-on suitcase that had her clothing and rolled it to the bedroom where she shut the door and stood weary and unhappy even though she had the room with the charming view. She wanted a shower, and yet she wanted sleep even more. She walked over to the bed, pulled the covers back, and took off her clothes before dropping onto the sheets in her bra and panties.
19
Mendez loved the feel of Sam’s legs wrapped around his waist. She gripped him hard as he pumped into her body, her skin slick with sweat, her moans punctuating the air around them. Sex with Sam was still fucking hot, even after so much history between them.
“Yes, Johnny—oh God, just like that,” she said as he lifted her ass higher and plunged into her harder and faster than before.
And then she screamed as he found her G-spot, her body shaking apart in his arms as he thrust hard and deep before groaning his own release.
He rolled off her and went to take care of the condom. When he came back, she was sitting up and looking very pleased with herself. Hell, he was pleased too—he didn’t much care if she seemed a bit smug.
He reached for his uniform pants and started to tug them on again. Sam thrust out her lip. “Aw, leaving so soon, baby?”
“Have to get back to the office. Shit going down.”
“Shit is always going down,” she said, reaching for her electronic cigarette and taking a puff. She lay back against the pillows, her naked form lush and lovely.
She looked decadent lying there with vapor curling above her head and her legs spread wide enough for him to see the slick pinkness he’d just been enjoying. She lifted a hand and slid it over one nipple. His cock started swelling again.
“You’re a bad girl, Sam.”
She arched an eyebrow. “Maybe you’d like to spank me?”
He tugged his T-shirt on and followed it with the camouflage shirt, buttoning it quickly before sitting down to lace up his boots. And, yeah, his cock was about to tent his pants.
“I’d love to spank you—but it’ll have to be later.”
When he stood again, she got to her knees and came over to the side of the bed where she put her palms on his chest and ran them up to his shoulders before hooking them around his neck. “You are so damn hot, Johnny. Still amazing in bed. And still so damned difficult to understand.”
He kissed her, his hands cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples into stiff peaks. “What is this? I thought you wanted a fuck buddy, not a potential life partner.”
She arched her back and thrust her breasts into his hands. “You have a way of messing with a woman’s head. And maybe I sometimes regret what could have been.”
“No regrets. That’s what you said at the beginning of this, remember?”
“I remember.” She sighed and let him go, leaning back on the bed with her legs open. So tempting. “I wish I’d married you instead of Dan. You were much more exciting.”
He picked up his hat and keys. A memory flashed through him, bringing with it remembered bitterness. “Too exciting, I believe. Or so you told me at the time.”
She shrugged. “You were always dashing off somewhere, not calling for weeks at a time, returning with that wild look in your eyes. It was too much for me back then.”
He snorted. “And then you left the Army and joined the CIA to become a field officer. Pretty exciting stuff on its own, don’t you think?”
“What choice did I have when the Army wouldn’t let me try out for the Rangers, much less the Green Berets or Delta?”
That much was true, but the Army had come a long way in the past twenty years. Women were trying out for Special Forces now—and getting in. Still, that wasn’t what they were really talking about here. “We wouldn’t have lasted, and you know it. We were always like oil and water—except in bed.”