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have slept with the devil if he was good looking enough. But she wasn’t that woman anymore.
Stoner paused at a door halfway down the long hallway on the third floor. He set her down while he removed a key card from his pocket. He swiped it through the slot. The green light flashed. He turned the knob and shoved the door open.
Karen stepped back. She couldn’t do this. She’d got caught up in the moment is all. She needed to stop this before Stoner figured out her secret and thrust her away in disgust.
Confusion—or was that hurt?—flickered across his face. “Karen?”
“I…I can’t do this. I haven’t had sex in…like…three years. I–”
He wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and tilted her face toward his, at the same time lowering his head until his lips brushed hers. His tongue flickered out to lick and tease, press against her lips, seeking entrance.
She couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her lips. He walked her backward into the room, slamming the door shut behind them.
Their tongues met in a frenzy of lust, licking, swirling, tasting. He cupped her face in his hands, holding her head still, as he devoured her mouth. Karen melted against him, clutching at his vest, pulling it off his shoulders, yanking at his T-shirt and slipping her hands up inside to feel the hot skin of his hard chest. His muscles quivered beneath her fingers.
His hands dropped to the front of her jeans, popping the snap and yanking down the zipper in one swift move. He pressed his hand inside, boldly cupping her. She gasped.
“You’re wet,” he breathed against her mouth, sounding surprised. “Jesus.” He rested his forehead against hers, breathing heavily, and stared into her eyes.
“I need to see you.” He pulled his hand free of her pants and yanked at the buttons on her shirt, tearing it open with his eagerness and sending buttons flying. His gaze fell upon her bra-covered breasts.
Oh shit, oh no!
“No,” she whispered shakily, rearing back. How had she let it go this far? What was she thinking?
Lifting her arms protectively in front of her, she backed away from him.
He hissed out a breath, a bewildered look on his face. “Karen?”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lead you on. I can’t do this. Really, I can’t.”
His gaze swept down her figure and back up. “Why? You were all gung ho until I–” He broke off. His eyes flickered with sudden comprehension. “Holy shit. You’re wearing a wire! Why didn’t I think of that before? Hell, why didn’t Viper think of that? He always checks people for wires.”
He strode toward her.
What? A wire? Karen backed up rapidly, glancing around her as she went. The room was a typical hotel room with a king-sized bed, a couple of end tables, a dresser, an armchair and a television. A small bathroom was off to her left.
“I’m not wearing a wire.” Spinning on her heel, she raced for the bathroom.
He caught her in two strides, yanking her up against him.
“Where’s the wire?” he growled. “In your bra?”
He pulled at her bra, his fingers pressing, squeezing, searching, yanking it away from her skin. He managed to undo the clasp. The material fell away from her chest.
The padding came loose in the struggle, falling to the floor at her feet.
Seeing it lying there like a stuffed sock, lifeless, unmoving, where once had been life and feeling and womanness…
She crumpled.
He drew back in bewilderment, letting her drop to the floor.
“What the hell?”
Oh God, he saw! He knew!
Her throat clogged with humiliation, embarrassment, horror. The swirl of emotions shoved their way up until they nearly choked her. She gasped in a breath. Tears filled her eyes, rolled down her cheeks. She grabbed at the empty bra cups, trying to cover her skin, trying to hide her secret, as the bra hung loosely off her shoulders.
Stoner stumbled backward, then dropped to his knees, his eyes wide as he stared at her.
Karen squeezed her eyes shut. She
Stoner paused at a door halfway down the long hallway on the third floor. He set her down while he removed a key card from his pocket. He swiped it through the slot. The green light flashed. He turned the knob and shoved the door open.
Karen stepped back. She couldn’t do this. She’d got caught up in the moment is all. She needed to stop this before Stoner figured out her secret and thrust her away in disgust.
Confusion—or was that hurt?—flickered across his face. “Karen?”
“I…I can’t do this. I haven’t had sex in…like…three years. I–”
He wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and tilted her face toward his, at the same time lowering his head until his lips brushed hers. His tongue flickered out to lick and tease, press against her lips, seeking entrance.
She couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her lips. He walked her backward into the room, slamming the door shut behind them.
Their tongues met in a frenzy of lust, licking, swirling, tasting. He cupped her face in his hands, holding her head still, as he devoured her mouth. Karen melted against him, clutching at his vest, pulling it off his shoulders, yanking at his T-shirt and slipping her hands up inside to feel the hot skin of his hard chest. His muscles quivered beneath her fingers.
His hands dropped to the front of her jeans, popping the snap and yanking down the zipper in one swift move. He pressed his hand inside, boldly cupping her. She gasped.
“You’re wet,” he breathed against her mouth, sounding surprised. “Jesus.” He rested his forehead against hers, breathing heavily, and stared into her eyes.
“I need to see you.” He pulled his hand free of her pants and yanked at the buttons on her shirt, tearing it open with his eagerness and sending buttons flying. His gaze fell upon her bra-covered breasts.
Oh shit, oh no!
“No,” she whispered shakily, rearing back. How had she let it go this far? What was she thinking?
Lifting her arms protectively in front of her, she backed away from him.
He hissed out a breath, a bewildered look on his face. “Karen?”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lead you on. I can’t do this. Really, I can’t.”
His gaze swept down her figure and back up. “Why? You were all gung ho until I–” He broke off. His eyes flickered with sudden comprehension. “Holy shit. You’re wearing a wire! Why didn’t I think of that before? Hell, why didn’t Viper think of that? He always checks people for wires.”
He strode toward her.
What? A wire? Karen backed up rapidly, glancing around her as she went. The room was a typical hotel room with a king-sized bed, a couple of end tables, a dresser, an armchair and a television. A small bathroom was off to her left.
“I’m not wearing a wire.” Spinning on her heel, she raced for the bathroom.
He caught her in two strides, yanking her up against him.
“Where’s the wire?” he growled. “In your bra?”
He pulled at her bra, his fingers pressing, squeezing, searching, yanking it away from her skin. He managed to undo the clasp. The material fell away from her chest.
The padding came loose in the struggle, falling to the floor at her feet.
Seeing it lying there like a stuffed sock, lifeless, unmoving, where once had been life and feeling and womanness…
She crumpled.
He drew back in bewilderment, letting her drop to the floor.
“What the hell?”
Oh God, he saw! He knew!
Her throat clogged with humiliation, embarrassment, horror. The swirl of emotions shoved their way up until they nearly choked her. She gasped in a breath. Tears filled her eyes, rolled down her cheeks. She grabbed at the empty bra cups, trying to cover her skin, trying to hide her secret, as the bra hung loosely off her shoulders.
Stoner stumbled backward, then dropped to his knees, his eyes wide as he stared at her.
Karen squeezed her eyes shut. She
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