arousing him to a fever pitch of need that made his entire body shake.
He woke up to a hard, pleasurable orgasm.
He panted in the dark, his eyes open and staring at the ceiling, only wishing it was Anna’s face in his sight. He closed his eyes as the pleasure rippled and danced across his groin and into his lower abdomen. That had to be the hottest damn wet dream he’d ever experienced.
Shocked at how hollow he felt after such a powerful release, he got up, went into the bathroom, and cleaned up. Naked, he leaned against the sink.
For two years, he’d been restless in a way he couldn’t shake. Not to mention the old, painful memories that had been nagging him ever since he’d met Anna, stuff he thought he’d gotten over eons ago. That night of the reception, he realized he wanted her in a way that defied the keep-it-simple rules he’d set for himself.
He loved sex. That was a no-brainer. Loved a woman’s body, and there was no shortage of Frog Hogs happy to accommodate him. It was how he fooled himself into thinking he was being intimate that wasn’t really intimacy at all…just hot, mindless sex with women who had no expectations and were happy to up and leave with the sunrise. He didn’t think about how he was perceived or what they thought of him. It was just about the end result.
He scrubbed a hand along his jaw, admitting to himself that his way of dealing with women on that level was all about the physical, and two years ago, it had lost its appeal. And he was certain that he had a stubborn, persistent, angry, dark-haired beauty to blame.
Anna was embedded so far under his skin, he couldn’t get her out of his mind, his erotic dreams, his life, no matter how hard he tried. Here he was forced into close proximity with her when he’d wanted nothing more than to keep his distance for the sake of his relationship with Max and the team.
He stared at himself in the mirror with a disgusted look on his face.
His alarm went off and he sighed. Going back into the bedroom, he donned a clean pair of boxer briefs, then put on the same clothes he’d draped at the foot of the bed. His stomach growled as he left the room.
“Mouse, don’t you ever sleep?” Dodger asked as he closed the door behind him.
“No, man. I’m a vampire.” He smiled and shoved a plate of eggs into his hands along with toast and bacon. Anna emerged behind him and he offered her some as well, but she shook her head.
He gripped the counter at the scent of her as she passed him, the brush of her arm making him crazy. He’d just ejaculated two years’ worth of jizz, yet just her presence jacked him up all over again.
He ate quickly. He was used to it in the Navy, especially in Special Forces. “Cheers, Mouse. Let’s go, Anna.”
By the time they got to Prague Castle, the sun was starting to glimmer on the horizon. He parked and waited until they opened the doors. “Are you giving me the silent treatment or are you still groggy from not enough sleep?”
“Silent treatment,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him. “Mostly. Still a little groggy but awake enough to know I’m still mad at you.”
“Anna—”
“Not now, Dodger. We don’t have time for an argument.” She waved her hand at him.
He sighed. She was right.
Before she exited the car, she said, “You drive me crazy.” Then she was out and slamming the door, and he had no time for a comeback. Which was brilliant because it would have started another argument anyway.
He followed her to the front doors. They paid for their tickets and got inside.
“Where do we start?”
“I haven’t a clue, but this place is beautiful,” she said as they walked into Vladislav Hall. “Did you know they have a Rider’s Staircase? It was built to allow knights into the hall on horseback for jousting competitions.”
“That’s jolly good, but we need to focus.”
She nodded. “You know the president lives here. That’s somewhat a foundation of the government, not to mention a home of sorts as well. Damn, I could kill Miller all over again. This is so not a game.” Her jaw flexed.
“Are you suggesting the iPad could have been planted in the president’s office?” he whispered. This cavernous place echoed, and he was sure voices would carry easily.
“Maybe. I wouldn’t