Page 50 of Even If the Sky is Falling
“Blue passports don’t come cheap,” he said in a low voice, hands pausing at the tops of her soft thighs.
She peeked at him with a suspicious look. “I assume the price is my body.”
Nick couldn’t help the startled laughter that escaped him. “Much as I’d love to have you tonight, I know better than to get mixed up with such a dangerous woman.” He was about to pull away, remove his hands to adjust his pants, but Shea reacted faster.
To his surprise, she held his hands in place, scooting closer to him and widening her knees between his. “I’m not that dangerous,” she said in a sweet voice.
“You could have a weapon on you right now.”
“Search me.”
His heart stuttered in his chest upon hearing her words. “Well, damn, girl...” he breathed, breaking character.
Shea blinked. “Too much?” she asked. An adorable frown wrinkled her nose.
“No, no.” He shook his head. “Hell no, Ms. Perez.”
Her smile returned. And that’s what Nick needed. The playacting they performed was lovely, quite exciting really, but her beautiful smile was something he desperately wanted to nurture and protect. After six months of learning tiny snippets of information about her, cobbling together her interests, he couldn’t believe where they were.
Alone and desperately wanting one another.
He was almost thankful for the Global Warning System, for the space debris hurtling toward the Earth.
Without thinking too hard, Nick gently pushed Shea back against the plush mattress and climbed the foot of the bed to kneel over her. She let out a small squeak as she grabbed him by the shirt. “You know what? You might be right. A careful search might not be a bad idea.”
“You’ll see that I’m not hiding anything,” Shea said with a bright smile. Her fingers splayed against his chest as she arched into his touch.
He ran his finger up the outside of her thigh, to the edges of her panties before chuckling. “You’re a Commie spy, my dear. Hiding is what you do best.”
Shea
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god...
Shea wasn’t sure how long she could keep the Vera Perez act up. Not while Nick’s body covered hers. She could barely think of her next line when his large hands trailed up her hip, fingers slipping beneath her panties. They were finally in his bed, she was horny as hell and ready to give up anything just to get him out of his clothes. Thank god she wore the flimsy wraparound dress to his store. It tied off at the waist and all he needed to do was give it one swift yank.
Beneath Nick, she felt small and delicate and protected. She leaned into his gentle touch and urged him with her eyes to continue. But it did occur to her that she might need to give him more verbal cues to get the ball rolling. After all, this was only the first night they’d admitted their feelings to one another. Normally, some arbitrary amount of dating would have to occur before she invited someone to her bed.
Now look at her. It was the end of the world and she was a Cuban spy trying to seduce a federal agent.
Who could be this lucky?
“No weapons to hide,” she clarified. “Go ahead, Agent Roberts. Undress me if you must.”
Before he could respond, Shea quickly untied her dress. As she pulled it open, revealing her lacy black underwear set, she held her breath. Even as turned on as she was, a small bit of anxiety made her bite her lip. She may have been comfortable with her large breasts, stomach rolls and dimpled thighs...but Nick was new to the game. Shea hoped he appreciated her body as much as she did.
Nick rested on his side, right next to her, and let his hungry eyes rove down her body. “My, my, my, Ms. Perez. The United States appreciates your transparency.”
Shea narrowed her eyes. “Well, actually, the United States was never transparent while meddling in the progressive governments of Latin America—”
“No, no, Shea,” Nick murmured against her neck. “We’re not in the classroom right now. We’ll do that fantasy next time.”
“Oh, sorry!”
“Tonight, we’re blindly loyal to our nations,” he said, peeling her dress down her shoulders. “We’re seducing one another for state secrets. And I’m searching your gorgeous body for weapons.”
She grinned while pulling her arms out of her dress. “Right.”
As she shimmied the fabric down her waist, Shea realized she had nothing to worry about. Nick’s lusty stare seemed to do most of the undressing, leaving her short of breath and very hot. She inched herself away from him, moving closer to the headboard of the bed. Left in her underwear, Shea felt like a sex goddess summoning her most ardent devotee.
