Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
“You have to be bloody kidding me.”
“No one can hear you, right?” Natasha hissed over the phone, standing inside the single-person bathroom at the airport in Montreal.
“No, I’m alone. But you gotta tell me, was he a good shag?” Humor filled Alexa’s voice.
Natasha’s back hit the door as she closed her eyes. “Good doesn’t even begin to describe it.” She held a fist tight to her chest, needing five minutes to be a woman talking to her friend about sex and not a CIA operative.
“I knew it. He’s a wild one, right? I’m betting he was too wild to stay in London and live the life of a noble, that’s for bloody sure,” Alexa teased, her British accent ringing through, a touch stronger than Wyatt’s.
Even though Alexa couldn’t see her, Natasha’s cheeks heated. Her neck was probably beet red too. “Why did I tell you?”
“Because I’m your friend, and you no longer have to live vicariously through me and my incredible sex life.” The line went quiet for a moment. “But, I would like to know why you never mentioned the sailor to me before.”
“Hey, you were the one who told me not to go to Dale and Clara’s wedding, and look, if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have met Wyatt.
And I couldn’t mention the two other times we, uh, ran into each other because it was work-related.
” She shoved away from the metal door. “You mentioned Liam marrying Emily, but I had no idea he and Wyatt were friends.”
Alexa had been thrilled to have a sister-in-law like Emily, but how small was the world that Emily’s husband was on the same team as Wyatt?
“Small world, right?” Alexa echoed Natasha’s thoughts. “And if you’re wondering why I didn’t bring up any of Liam’s hot single friends, it’s because they seemed like heartbreakers to me, especially Wyatt.”
Wyatt thinks he’s a heartbreaker. At least he did.
Now that they’d made love, she was hopeful he no longer believed that to be the gospel truth.
She could tell he didn’t want to be that guy.
And they had made love. It’d been raw and animalistic at times, which she’d loved, but the emotional connection between them was intense and unmistakable every second their bodies had been united.
“Okay, I need to go back to reality. We’ll talk about this later.
” Natasha stood in front of the mirror and caught sight of her reflection.
Only eyeliner and mascara for her eyes and a clear gloss for her lips.
She hadn’t had time to dry her hair earlier, so it was still in a tight ponytail but no longer damp.
She was in her regular clothes, jeans and a white cashmere Ralph Lauren sweater since she wasn’t traveling as Heather.
“Are you sure you don’t mind reaching out to your contacts for me? ”
“Of course not. I can’t promise you I’ll get a firm answer, but I’ll do my best.”
When Natasha had first phoned Alexa five minutes ago from a burner, she’d given an abbreviated version of what was going on in Canada, doing her best not to share too many classified details.
“Thank you. You can call Jessica if you can’t reach me because I’m on the plane.”
“Sounds good. And hey, if you have time while you’re on the island with the sexy, inked bad boy, you should try and have some fun. Enjoy yourself. One shag, at least.”
“I’m hanging up now,” Natasha said, fighting the smile on her lips. “Talk soon. Thank you again.” They wrapped up the call, and she stowed the burner in her purse.
A night in paradise with Wyatt and no other distractions, wouldn’t that be nice?
She exited the bathroom a moment later to find Wyatt standing off to the side of the door waiting for her.
He had on dark-washed denim, a plain white tee, and a pair of Converse she doubted he’d wear if he weren’t undercover as a hacker .
. . but it was the smirk on his face that was the sexiest thing he had on.
The door was thick and heavy, but how soundproof were the walls?
Based on the look he was giving her and the cocky grin on his face, he’d overheard the parts of her conversation she hadn’t discreetly whispered. “Rambly. Awkward.” She shrugged and smiled as her cheeks heated yet again. “Dork.”
He lifted his scarred brow, no doubt at the adjectives she’d just used to describe herself, her lame attempt to explain away her embarrassment at what he might have overheard.
Still clutching their one overnight bag, Wyatt leaned in and brought his mouth to her ear.
“And you know I love that about you.” He pressed his lips to her cheek before slanting his mouth over hers for one quick kiss, completely ignoring the flood of people barreling past them to get to their flights.
“So, if good doesn’t begin to describe it,” he asked once in their seats on the plane twenty minutes later, “what does?” He reached for her hand over the armrest and clutched it as she carried her eyes his way.
“Oh,” she said with a smile, her heart doubling in size, “I think you know.” She almost laughed out loud as he bit his lip and shifted on the seat.
He glanced up to the luggage compartments, a pained look on his face, and she realized he was probably trying to get his dick to calm down because his jeans were tenting.
“That’s all it takes with you.” He huffed. “Just the idea of us together, and I’m a bloody teenager again.” His British accent was like silk caressing her skin in the most sensitive of places.
At least they were in first class with no other seats next to them, which also gave her an idea. She stuck her head into the aisle. “Excuse me, do you have any blankets?” she asked the flight attendant, and Wyatt gripped her hand even harder, obviously reading her naughty thoughts.
“You are so bad,” he said into her ear after the woman handed them a navy blue fleece blanket.
Natasha pushed up the armrest and scooted closer, then covered them both up.
“We haven’t even gotten off the runway yet.” He smiled as she stealthily unzipped his jeans.
His back slammed against the seat when she pulled his hard length free from his jeans and boxers and gripped his shaft. “And you know you like it.”
Blue-gray eyes flicked to hers. “You’re incredible, you know that, right?” he asked, and his tone was husky, laced with the promise of so much more.