Chapter 16 #2
She reached for his arm. “Let me help you. This competition will only put a target on your head. Why put yourself in the public eye if you’re afraid of him? It can’t be for the money.”
He spun back around and yanked his arm free of her grasp.
“I don’t have a choice. Just please, leave me alone.
Don’t follow me. Don’t try and reach out to me again.
” He closed his eyes, fear shadowing his face.
“Whatever game he’s up to, you can be damn sure this time you won’t be left alive.
I suggest you get the hell out of here before you end up dead.
” His eyes flashed open, and he shook his head, then left in a hurry.
She snatched her backpack and went downstairs a moment later. She didn’t see Jasper anywhere, so he probably took off.
No way could she drop this, though. She needed to get to the truth. To find out what he really knew and why he was in Montreal.
“You friends with The Smoking Gun?”
She blinked at the use of Jasper’s online hacker handle. “What?” She looked over at Hacker Guy still sitting on the couch, the one who hadn’t known about the movie Hackers.
“I saw him go upstairs after you. Aside from the DJ, no one else was up there. You two screwing? He’s gorgeous, and I was hoping he was into men instead of women. Sadly for me, looks like your short skirt won out.”
“We weren’t doing anything. Just talking.” And Jasper did, in fact, prefer men, but it wasn’t her business to share that information with a stranger.
His eyebrows lifted. “Well, in that case, then you should know there’s a hottie who is most definitely not checking me out, but he’s sure as hell banging the shit out of you with his eyes. You know, if you’re interested in men, that is.” He tipped his chin, and she turned to follow his gaze.
The hairs on her arms stood. Her body locked tight. She was nearly frozen in place. Her heart pumped double time when her eyes connected with the sexy man across the room.
His back was to the brass fire pole, eyes pinned her way. He hadn’t been here when she arrived. She would’ve felt a presence like Wyatt Pierson’s.
“You know him? Based on your body language, I’m assuming you want to, at least.”
“Yeah, we’re familiar,” she admitted in a daze. “Can you excuse me?”
“I’d never stand in the way of a good orgasm,” Hacker Guy said as she started across the room.
What if The Knight was watching and saw her with Wyatt?
He was dressed in faded denim and short sleeves that showed off his tattoos. The ink now stretched the full length of his right arm, unlike the last time she’d seen him in Colorado.
His military boots had been traded for civilian ones, and he’d left the top few eyes unlaced. Natasha marched up to him, and when his lips parted, preparing to say God knew what, she fisted the material of his shirt, pressed up on her toes and kissed him.
His mouth was stiff at first. No doubt surprised by the greeting. But then his lips relaxed and he took over, his tongue parting her lips and easing into her mouth as if it were the most natural thing in the world, as if they’d spent a lifetime greeting each other this way.
One paw of a hand went straight to her ass and gripped tight. For a moment, she forgot this was supposed to be an act, something that “Heather” would do. It’d be better for all eyes in the room to believe he was a hookup, a hot lay and not a special operator.
Wyatt deepened the kiss as his other hand went to the back of her head and held her firmly in place. His tongue roamed her mouth, dancing with hers, and her panties were going wet faster than she’d thought possible, especially given the day she’d had.
How did they still have such chemistry? Why was it always so kinetic whenever they were near each other?
She forced herself to come up for air and brought her mouth to his ear. “Go with my lead,” she whispered. “Please.”
“Got it.” His voice was a touch unsteady, a bit undone, the kiss having impacted him as well.
Their bodies were still pressed tight, so tight she could feel his hard length against her. The hand on her ass moved beneath her short skirt and was burning his imprint on her bare flesh. The thong left her totally exposed.
“You okay?” he whispered, worry evident on his face and in the way he studied her. In the current shoddy lighting, his eyes appeared to be gunmetal gray. His gaze lured her in, making her forget why she was even there to begin with.
“I’m working,” she whispered once she’d regained her focus. And since he was there, he had to be, too. “The name’s Heather.” Hopefully he heard her over the electronic beats the DJ was dropping like it was 2001 and they were at a rave.
She finally freed herself of his embrace and turned to see if the hacker from the couch, or anyone else for that matter, was watching them. She had no idea who to trust, and right now, everyone in that room was a suspect until proven otherwise.
“Come with me.” She reached for his hand, her heart still pumping hard. The music punctuated each step she took, beat by beat.
Wyatt followed her to the hall off to the left where the bathrooms were located.
She turned to face him, placed a palm on his chest, and gave him a quick shove against the red-painted wall.
“What are you doing here?” She ran a short nail up his chest, keeping up with the act, but honestly, it didn’t feel fake or forced.
Her hand on him, her body near his, was about as perfect as perfect could get, regardless of their location.
“I—”
She stole his words with a kiss at the sight of someone approaching the bathrooms.
Following her lead, Wyatt took her into his arms. His tongue swept along the seam of her lips, encouraging her to open her mouth so he could gain access.
It was as if they were picking up right where they left off in Ibiza.
Maybe like they would have done in Colorado had the timing not been so shitty for both of them.
Now wasn’t any better, but this kiss was for her cover. Well, she’d keep telling herself that at least.
“It hasn’t been our standard three years since we’ve seen each other. What brings you here early?” A swell of relief filled her chest at the idea of not being so alone in this search for The Knight, though.
“What makes you think I’m here for you?” There was a touch of playfulness in his tone, and his brow lifted, that tiny scar becoming more obvious.
“Maybe not for me, but you’re here for work.”
He leaned in and nipped her lip when they caught sight of a man exiting the bathroom a moment later. The heat gathering between her legs further intensified when he sucked her bottom lip between his, then spun her around so it was her back to the wall now. He propped his hands over her shoulders.
His mouth hovered near hers, and she lifted her eyes to his. “You shouldn’t be here,” she said, even though it was exactly where she wanted him to be.
“If you’re here, I’m here.” He moved his lips to her ear. “I told you I’d have your back, and it looks like you need me.”
He was right. She needed someone now more than ever. She could lose her position with the CIA if the Agency discovered what she was up to, but how could she not pursue The Knight after everything he’d done?
Wyatt’s erection pressed against her, bringing her thoughts back to the intimacy of their position. Without thinking, she rotated her hips, the need to create friction between them, eclipsing her rational thoughts. “How’d you know I was here?”
He pulled back a touch and found her eyes. “Because I think The Knight is alive,” he mouthed, causing her heart to nearly stop. “And we need to talk,” he said before kissing her again.