The libido she could handle. Her emotions she’d have to constantly wrestle with. And the sooner she ended the journey, the better. She took a quick glance at the telephone on the bedside table, wondering how she could manage to call her boss without Mac stopping her.
“I’ll wait if you want to take a shower first,” she suggested, trying to appear nonchalant about it. She stared into the carton of food, refusing to look him in the eye.
“Nah, you go ahead.”
Okay, either way that could work to her advantage.
When he was in the shower, she could at least notify her boss what was going on, even filling him in about the virus. And more importantly, that she wasn’t the one who had taken it.
She could tell him she’d lost her cell phone, and that she’d report in when she could. Then he’d at least have something to tell their client. The thought of showing up on the FBIs Ten Most Wanted list because of the stolen artifact wasn’t at all appealing to her.
And then...well, Mac couldn’t very well take the vial into the shower with him, could he? So if she could find the vial, she could hightail it out of here in a hurry, grab a taxi and be on her way.
Lots of options.
She grabbed a change of clothes on the off chance she could make the call, find the vial and get out of there while Mac was in the shower. It was either that or parade around naked, and that she wasn’t prepared to do. Though that might distract Mac enough, wouldn’t it? She smiled at that thought as she entered the bathroom and turned on the shower, nearly salivating as the steam filled the tiny room. She stripped off her dirty clothes and stepped in, letting the warm water stream over her body.
It felt so good she let out a moan of pure joy. She could stay there for hours, but she had work to do. She grabbed the shampoo and washed her hair, then conditioned it, truly appreciating the feel of cleanliness. She closed her eyes and let the conditioner sit there for a minute or so, leaving her eyes closed as the water ran down her back.
She shrieked in surprise at the rush of cold air when the shower door opened. Her jaw dropped when a naked Mac stepped in.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Showering.”
She arched a brow, refusing to appear shocked.
“Couldn’t wait until I was finished?”
He grinned. “I could have. Didn’t want to.”
Her body flushed with heat. This was the reason she’d thrown herself at Mac ten years ago, why she hadn’t be able to stay away from him. The lure. The temptation. The bad boy who took what he wanted, damn rules and propriety. His eyes went dark as he scanned her body, the message in them clear.
He’d come in here for her—for sex. He wanted her.
She’d bet he’d come in here to distract her, too. To keep her off balance. Or lull her into some false sense of security or feeling of closeness with him. He wanted to bind her to him, to assure her loyalty.
Well as far as wanting, as far as sex, the feeling was mutual. She wanted him. She could do this and keep her heart intact. She was a big girl now and knew how to guard her emotions. This was a means to an end—gaining Mac’s trust so she could get closer to the vial. Nothing more. She was offering her body to do her job, using whatever means necessary to keep him from making a colossal mistake that might land him in jail for a very long time.
She had a plan, and her plan included this dance with Mac. If she derived pleasure from it—bonus. But she was only going to go so far—she had limits.
“Don’t let me interrupt. Keep doing what you’re doing,” he said, his voice tight with strain.
His c**k was hardening. She wanted her hands, her mouth on him. Last night she’d been denied. Tonight, she wouldn’t be. Instead, it was her turn to distract and overwhelm him. And this time she’d get the satisfaction of knowing she’d given him pleasure. She reached for the soap and held it under the streaming water, rubbing her hands together to work up a thick lather, then spread the soap over her br**sts, letting the bubbles drift over her ni**les. They rolled over her br**sts and down her belly. Mac watched the trail with riveted interest.
His gaze on her was like a heated caress, urging her on.
She’d never put on a show of touching herself before, but this feeling of boldness shouldn’t surprise her. She’d always been braver with Mac than with anyone else. She cupped her br**sts, using her thumbs to roll over her ni**les. They were so sensitive she couldn’t hold in the whimper of delight when she touched her own flesh.
“You need to be f**ked,” he whispered.
“Yes.” She wanted his c**k inside her desperately, but the strain of hesitation pulled at her. Dammit, why couldn’t she just go for it like she wanted to? Why did the past always interfere?
Take it slow, Lily, see where it goes. Play a little to start. She definitely wanted to play with him.
He reached for her, but she backed away. Not yet. She had more to show him, delights to promise that were just within his reach. And now that she’d started this tease, she couldn’t seem to stop. Her hands became his as she showed him what she wanted, moving from her br**sts to her ribcage, then lower, skirting her abdomen and slipping between her legs. His eyes widened when she found her clit and began to rub in slow, wide circles.
The sparks of arousal blew into an inferno of incredible sensation as she massaged her sex, dipping her fingers between the soft folds and sliding inside her pu**y.
Mac’s jaw tightened as he clamped his lips shut, his nostrils flaring as he breathed in and out. She felt the tension and it ratcheted hers up another level.
“Oh, God, Mac. I need you.”
He took a step forward but she raised her hand to stop him.
Now who was being tortured? Lily wasn’t sure anymore. She wanted to come, was so close the contractions gripped her fingers in a tight vise. Yet she wouldn’t let him do it for her. Not this time. She wanted the control, wanted to show him she wasn’t the same girl she’d been ten years ago.
She wasn’t so easily manipulated.
A tiny spark of fear still lingered at the thought of giving him everything. The last time she’d given him all she had, he’d left her. She couldn’t risk the heartbreak again. This time, she’d walk out on him.
God, how could she be so cold and calculating and at the same time feel her body burst into flames, her pu**y trembling and so near orgasm? How could she wish he was inside her and know that she was leaving him shortly?