She smiled and kissed his chin. “But aren’t you glad you did?”

He closed his eyes. “You know I am.” He brushed a strand of hair away from her face. “I could easily become addicted to you.”

“And that’s a crime?” Fiona cupped his cheek. “I’m tough. I can handle more than you think.”

He shook his head. “I was trained to kill and I almost killed you this morning.”

“But you didn’t.” She smoothed a thumb across his mouth and leaned close to capture his lip between her teeth. Her breath was clean and minty and made him want to…

He crushed her mouth with his, his tongue pushing past her teeth to caress hers in a long sensuous glide. When he broke off, he pressed his forehead to hers. “My life is too complicated. I’m messed up. I’m only good for fighting. I will probably be leaving the country as soon as this assignment is over.”

“I’ll take what I can get.” Fiona captured his hand on her face and pressed a kiss into his palm. “I stay very busy with my business. I’m not clingy and I’m not prone to wandering.”

“You deserve a man who will treat you like a queen and will be home every night to do this.”

“I don’t want to be treated like a queen. I work for a living, and I like it that way. And if I can do this every so often…well…it’s enough.” She slipped his hand down to her left breast. “I want a man who treats a woman not like a queen, but like a woman. A man who captures my heart, who works hard and plays hard.”

“Trust me, Fiona.” He shook his head. “I’m not the one for you.”

She gave him half a smile. “Because you don’t find me absorbingly intelligent or attractive?”

Wyatt chuckled. “Actually, the opposite. I find you very intelligent and totally attractive. That’s the problem.”

“Sorry, I’m not seeing the problem.” She kissed his chin and worked her way up to his lips. “Nope. Not seeing it.”

He returned the kiss, cupping the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her crazy red curls. How did she manage to look so trim and sophisticated as she had appeared earlier in her gray suit, every hair in place? Wyatt liked her better like this. Wild, uncontrolled and sexy as hell. “You are absolutely beautiful. But I can’t stay. When this gig is up, I’m gone.” He kissed her one last time, hard and final. Then he rolled out of the bed, slapped her fanny and said, “You don’t have much time before you need to be in the ballroom. Since I don’t have to be there as early, you can have the bathroom first.” He peeled off the condom and dropped it into the waste basket by the desk.

Fiona sat up and slid to her feet. “My door’s always open to you. Should you change your mind.” With a flip of her hair over her shoulder, she walked to the bathroom, the sway of her hips more emphasized than usual.

His cock responded, jerking to attention.

When she looked back and winked, he dove for the door and hustled her into the shower, climbing in behind her. “You’re testing me, aren’t you?” he said, nibbling the back of her neck.

“I’m a very determined woman.” She tilted her head to the side, allowing him to kiss his way down her throat. “I get what I want.”

“Umm. I don’t doubt that.” He cupped her breasts and bent to capture one, licking the water off the tip before sucking it into his mouth. Then he lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist, backing her into the tile wall of the shower.

“And I want you.” She wiggled her way down until her pussy hovered over his cock.

Damn, she had a way of keeping him hard. Wyatt drove into her, again and again, amazed at how quickly he’d recovered from their last round. How quickly he rose to the peak and would have exploded inside her, but he resisted, pulling free at the last moment. His cock was so hard he could drive nails into the wall with it.

Fiona gasped. “Why’d you stop?”

He shook his head and said through clenched teeth, “As crazy as you make me, we don’t have protection.”

“Let me down,” she insisted.

Wyatt eased her to her feet and gripped his member, rubbing his hands along the length to finish what they’d started.

She grabbed the bar of soap and created a thick lather in her hands, then pushed his hands out of the way and wrapped hers around him. Within seconds of pumping up and down his shaft, she had him back where he’d left off inside her. One more jerk of her wrists sent him flying over the edge, shooting his wad over her hands.

Fiona glanced up and smiled and handed him the bar of soap. “Your turn.”

He lathered up and ran his hands over her shoulders and arms, cupping her breasts in his big hands. They were perfect.

Fiona closed her eyes, letting her head tip back in the spray of the showerhead.

Wyatt trailed soap down her belly and wove his fingers through the tuft of curls covering her sex. Parting her folds, he flicked the nubbin hidden between.

Her breath hitched and she covered his hand with hers, urging him to continue. “Oh yeah. That’s the spot.”

Flicking again, he smiled at the way her face and body tensed. She responded to him so readily. With his other hand, he dug thumb into her pussy, and a single digit into her anus, taking up the rhythm of the strokes he applied to her clit.

Before long, she was hanging onto his arms, breathing hard, her body tense. “Holy hell,” she said as she dug her fingernails into his muscles. “I can’t…take…much…awwww.” She flung back her head and rode his fingers, her hips thrusting against him, her face strained, her eyes squeezed shut.

He continued until she touched his hand. “Please. I can’t take more. It’s too much.”

Wyatt slid his hands over her bottom and pressed her body against his, his cock sandwiched between them. “You are an incredible woman. Did you know that?”

Fiona laughed shakily, pushing her hair back from her face and letting the water run through it.

Her breasts bobbed and Wyatt seized their temptation, tweaking them briefly before squirting shampoo into his hands. “Much as I want to do this all again. I know you have to get done. Turn around.”

She obeyed. Her pale back and bottom were every bit as sexy as her front. Ready to tell the world to screw itself, Wyatt squelched his continued desire for this amazing woman and applied the shampoo to her long red hair, working it through the tresses to her scalp.

“I’ve never had a man wash my hair before.” She moaned softly. “Umm. I could get used to it.”

He bit his tongue to keep from telling her he’d do it for her any time she liked. Being with Fiona made him forget his troubles. All he had to do was fall asleep with her in his arms and they’d start all over again. He could never forgive himself if he hurt her because of his nightmares. Finishing, he turned her around and let her rinse the soap out of her hair. Knowing he should get out of the shower and let her finish on her own, he just couldn’t. He followed through with conditioner. The water began to cool and they finally climbed out of the shower and spent a few precious minutes drying each other off, laughing in the process.

Wyatt had never felt more relaxed in any other woman’s company and he was liking it far too much.

Then Fiona made the mistake of checking the clock on her cell phone and shrieked. “Crap, I have ten minutes to get to the ballroom.”

“You look great just the way you are.” Wyatt slapped her ass.

Fiona turned and touched his chest, her hand drifting down to his still hardened member. “You look pretty good yourself.” Then her eyes widened. “Crap. I didn’t even think about it. Do you have a suit and tie? The event tonight is formal. You can’t come in jeans and a T-shirt, and I really need you there. You didn’t even bring a hanging bag or anything.” She grabbed a brush and started yanking it through her hair. “There are stores in the River Center Mall if you need to be fitted quickly. But that’s cutting it way too close. Does Joe have a suit you could use?”