Hide and Seek - Lara Adrian Page 0,95

hips moved in an easy rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her, unrushed, unhurried. Because tonight wasn’t about the race to release, it was about the journey, about the pleasure of getting there. It was about Michelle.

His body heated and sweat built on his skin. It made the contact of skin-on-skin even smoother, even more natural and sensual.

The warmth in Michelle’s eyes as she gazed at him filled his heart with hope. Her hands were on him, touching him, exploring him, caressing him. His entire body hummed with awareness, pleasure building inside him, making his heart beat faster and blood race through his veins as fast as a locomotive.

Though he didn’t want to climax yet, his body didn’t give him a choice in the matter. Being connected to Michelle in such an intimate way, he hurtled toward the inevitable. He couldn’t have stopped it anymore than he could stop a tsunami.

When the first bolt of pleasure charged into his cock, he tried to hold it back, but the wave was already cresting, already hitting him broadside. Hot semen exploded from the tip of his cock, and spasms rocked his body, making his hips jerk and his cock slam into Michelle’s soft center with such force that he feared he was going to hurt her.

But when their eyes locked, all he saw was pleasure in those blue orbs. Then her body stilled for a split second, before a visible shiver overtook her and her interior muscles gripped him tightly.

Her cry of release went through him, reigniting him, sending another intense wave of pleasure over him.

Breathing hard, he collapsed on top of her, managing only in the last second to brace himself on his elbows. His knees were shaking. Noticing Michelle’s heaving chest, he rolled onto his back, releasing her.

He turned his head to the side, looking at her, unable to say a word. She shifted, facing him. He reached for her, intertwining his fingers with hers.

Wordlessly, she stared at their joined hands. He knew then that letting her go would be the hardest thing he’d ever done.

21

“You clean up pretty nice,” Michelle said, pointing to Nick’s navy business suit.

They were sitting in the back of the van that Stingray was driving toward the CIA’s headquarters in Langley, Virginia. Ranger was following them in a second car, an inconspicuous Toyota Corolla, his girlfriend, Lisa, driving a gray Buick. At first Michelle hadn’t understood the need for so many cars, but Stingray had explained that Nick needed to drive himself to the parking lot, since he was the only one who could get a car through the gate with his CIA identification. The rest of them would have to wait at a safe distance. Once Nick was back, he’d have to ditch the car he’d used to get into the CIA, and they needed to be able to switch cars, in case they were being followed. Hence the need for the Buick.

Nick tugged on his tie. “Dress code is pretty formal inside Langley. I don’t wanna stick out like a sore thumb.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll fit right in,” Stingray said from the driver’s seat as he pulled over by the side of the road.

Behind them Ranger came to a stop too, as did the Buick.

Michelle glanced out the windshield. She could barely make out the little hut with the armed guards in the distance, the entrance to the CIA campus everybody had to pass through to get to the headquarters building.

She must have looked worried, because Nick took her hand, and squeezed it reassuringly. “I’ve been in there many times. I know my way around.”

“What if you’re recognized?” she asked.

“Even if I am, there are so many covert agents swarming around that place that nobody will ask me any questions. That’s just how it is in there. Isn’t that right, Stingray?”

The other Phoenix nodded with a grunt. “Sure is. Though it’s not without risk.” He motioned to the ID Nick had pinned to his breast pocket. “That’ll get you in, sure, but you know as well as I do that the code embedded in Sheppard’s ID will throw up all kinds of red flags. And once those work their way to the right person, your gig is up.”

Michelle felt as if somebody had just choked the air out of her. “What?” She glared at Nick. “Why didn’t you tell me about that? I thought nobody knew about the ID.”

Nick shifted in his seat, seemingly uncomfortable. “That was the case while it was