That had possibly been the best night’s sleep he’d had in a long time. Light had crept into the room and he really didn’t give a damn. He was too comfortable and satisfied with the position he was in to even consider moving.

Plush breasts were pressed into his side, nipples slightly erect, suggesting that the body pressed against his might be mildly interested in performing a re-enactment of the night before.

Only, the soft puffs of breath against his neck suggested that his bed partner was still asleep. He pressed his cheek against the top of her head and decided to just enjoy the moment. It was too good to let go of. There was definitely something to be said about having sex with someone willing and not being paid for the moment.

The passion he felt from Jovana had been a driving factor that made him want to just stay put. His hand drifted down her back to cup her ass, and he pressed her against his hip, feeling the dampness between her thighs and finding himself getting all the more excited about waking up in this position. He could slip right in. She was slick enough.

The only problem—he needed a condom. He didn’t want to tempt fate, not when things were still iffy. Where did he have them? He stashed a few in his wallet and there was a box in his duffle bag. He spied around the room, trying to determine which was closer. If he moved, would she wake? Were there chances that she would be interested? What if she said no? He would have to stop if she did. Did he hazard it?

“Fuck it,” he whispered and carefully slipped from her grasp. “Time to chance it.”

She made a noise in protest but didn’t wake. He snuck to his bag, unable to readily locate his jeans. He was hard, a common occurrence in the morning, and he didn’t really want to let it go to waste. The more he thought about slipping into her tight heat, the more he wanted it, and it made him a bit desperate to find the condoms in his bag.

Once he found them, he pulled the entire box out and planted it on the bedside table. Ripping one open, he slid it on his erection and eyed her sleeping form. How to go in now was the question.

The sheet was pooled around the curve of her ass, showing the lines of her back and making an appeal at him. Behind it is. He crawled onto the bed behind her, pressing along the length of her back and reaching under her to cup a breast. “Jovana,” he murmured against her ear, tongue tracing the shell. She murmured in response but didn’t seem ready to wake. He slid the other arm around her and pressed it between her thighs, pressing his fingers into her dampness. “Wake up,” he purred as he started to curl his fingers into her. “Let me fuck you again,” he begged as he started kissing her shoulder.

She hummed, her hips rolling against his hand. “Scott.”

“That a yes?” he asked, pressing his cock against her rump now. “Please say that’s a yes.” He followed her shoulder to the back of her neck, scraping his teeth against her skin.

“Yes,” she gasped out as he thumbed her clit.

That was all the permission he needed. He pulled his fingers from her, despite the noise of disappointment she made, and picked her leg up and adjusted it over his hip. “Thank God,” he groaned and then slid into her from behind. She let out a moan, suggesting she felt the same.

Knowing he wasn’t likely to last long, his hand went back to where they were connected and went back to playing with her sensitive bits as he thrust into her from behind. She gasped as he gave her a bout of quick, hard thrusts before levelling out into a longer measured rhythm. “Is this how you intend to wake me every morning?”

He couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up through him. The idea of waking up every morning with her beside him naked was a brilliant idea. It was something he wanted. He wanted it so badly he could burst. He clung to her now, his hips still moving as he did. “Fuck, yes,” he growled. “Every morning, every day. Every chance I get.” Each sentence was punctuated with a thrust.

She gasped out and her inner muscles began to wring him, clenching him so hard that he had to stop to catch his breath. She let out a whine and pressed her ass back against him. “I may need to hold you to this.”

The sounds she made had him wanting more. He intended this to be quick, but now he wanted more. He needed it to last longer. He shifted her further onto her stomach and shifted up so that he was standing on his knees now.

He pulled her hips to him and aimed for deeper thrusts, motivated to move harder when she cried out, “Yes!” The angle must have been good because it wasn’t long before she was quaking around him, her cries becoming louder. He shifted to go deeper, trying to hold out, but the more she arched back against him, the harder it was to hold out. It was harder to hold on.

He felt it when her orgasm hit, heard it in the way she cried out his name. The delicious sound of it was enough to shatter his control. He pressed her down into the mattress and wrapped his arms around her again, wanting her close as his own orgasm hit. “Fuck.” He clenched his eyes closed as he saw stars, and slowly, his hips jerkily stopped. “Fuck,” he muttered again as he struggled to regain his breathing.

“Can we just stay here?” he asked. “I just want to stay right here.” He thrust forward slightly, testing himself to see if he was, in fact, done. There was something about her that just made him want to keep going. She clenched around his softening cock and he winced. Oh, but it was good.

“Not practical,” she panted, spying at him over a shoulder. “I will need to go to the bathroom. Food, something other than cold pizza, will be necessary.”

He sank his teeth into her shoulder as he considered her words, getting a whimper from her. Her inner muscles clenched around him again. “Keep doing that,” he muttered, “and you’ll get me all hard again and you’ll have me fucking you like this again.”

“That is a frightful threat.” She laughed, and one of her hands curled through his hair. “How long will we be here?”

“We’ll have a few more days before the stuff for Brazil will be ready.” He kissed the mark he left on her skin. “So . . .” He smiled as he met her gaze. “We could do this for the next few days—stay in bed, fuck until we can’t move. Sounds like a great plan to me. What do you think?”

She laughed at that, and he decided he liked the noise just as much as he liked the sound of her moans. “Let us not stay in bed the entire time.” She relaxed beneath him. “If you intend to have your way with me like this all day, it may be in our best interest that I procure some contraceptives.”

“I’ve got condoms,” he protested, going back to kissing and licking her shoulder as he watched her expression. “Depending how often we do this, I think I have enough for us to fuck at least three to four times a day.” Did he have the stamina for that? He didn’t know, but he liked the idea of trying to find out.

“Maybe.” Her eye twinkled and he jerked to attention. “Maybe I wish to feel all of you,” she breathed. “Without a barrier between us.”

He groaned, and it was as if he was suddenly, instantly, hard again. “I want that.” He pulled out of her and quickly shucked off the used condom to replace it with a fresh one. “We’ll do that.” He didn’t wait or ask, but he slid back into her sweet, tight hold. “I’ll get on that as quickly as I can.” He rolled them both over so she was now on top of him.

He started thrusting even as she moved to sit up and adjust their position. “Is this not dangerous?” She gasped as she rotated her hips and he dug into her deeply, his hands clinging to her hips. “You are distracted,” she pointed out.

“Nope.” He grunted as she started riding him now. “Not distracted at all.” One of his hands slipped down her hip to toy with her as she bucked on top of him. He thumbed her clit. “Always the vigilant soldier, even with my pants around my ankles.”

“Or off?” Her hands propped her up on his thighs and she began to ride him hard.

“Yes,” he growled, enjoying the view of her bouncing ass. “Don’t stop, baby.”

“No.” She threw her head back. “Never,” she whined out as she began to lose the rhythm. He shifted his hold back on her hips, helping her along by thrusting up hard into her. “Scott!” If there were any other people staying in this motel, they were getting a show. He didn’t care. Each time he was with this woman, each time he heard her cry out his name as she came, the more he felt for her.

He sat up, pressing against her back as he thrust into her. “We’re in this together.” He pressed his mouth against her ear. “Right?” She nodded, seemingly unable to speak. He hugged her fiercely. It was too soon to love her, but the words were right there on the tip of his tongue. He wanted to confess them to her.

He bit into her shoulder, trying to keep it together and failing. She cried out, and he knew that he might not be able to make four times in a day. Every time he was with her, though, it looked as if he would be struggling with himself to not have those three words pour out of him.

He made a decided effort to feed her something other than pizza. It was hard when they were outside a major town and slumming it in a tiny motel. When he wasn’t wrapped around Jovana, he tried to figure out just how deep Austin had put him in. He messaged the few friends he had gathered in the CIA, trying to figure out if it was just Jovana with the contract on her or if Austin had gone so far as to put one on both.

Charlie Austin was a meticulous man. He wasn’t someone who left liabilities free. He was playing with fire by staying here this long, but maybe this would work in their favor. Each time he was with her, he found it harder to not want to just stay in bed with her. “Here’s hoping that we’re just fucking and not fucking things up.” He sipped at a hot beer as he waited on a message to be returned.

* * *

Scott kept the next few days like that, waking her up by sliding into her and then putting her to bed by wearing her out at night, testing how many times he could manage to fuck her in between. He took a great amount of pleasure in finding out all the different angles he could take her in and which ones would make her make the most noise.

Then there was also the art of finding all the places that would make her moan and the easiest way to get her calling out his name as he made her come. He discovered the bonus of showering together and making a mess of the bathroom as he took her in the shower. That was something he especially enjoyed.

They seemed to only leave the motel room to pay the fee for the night and to search for food. After two days, it was time for them to get back on the road. They had lingered long enough, and he had already gotten a message from his contact that the visas he ordered were ready. He didn’t want to leave. The room seemed to be safe enough, and he enjoyed holding her and being inside her far too much.

“Let’s stay here,” he said on the final day. They were supposed to meet his contact in Santa Fe in a few hours, which it would take a few hours to get there. But, he would be forced to drive, and he had enjoyed fucking her far too much. He wasn’t ready to break from the routine that he had created the last few days.

“Not practical,” she said, as she had said the first morning he had woken her up. “Remember, I need birth control if we are going to do without your efforts in protection. You have few condoms left. If we stayed here, what would you do?”

“Buy more condoms,” he said without a thought as he packed his bag, putting her clothes in it as well. He wanted to pout. She seemed to make him let down his guard, and he felt the utmost desire to just be himself around her. No seriousness, no hard edges. It had been just him as it had been just her in this room for the past few days.

She let out a laugh and gave his rump a swat. “If you get us to our destination, I promise to make the effort worth your while.”

Like she hadn’t already. He frowned, knowing she had a point. They would be safer out of the country. “The longer you stall,” she chided him, “the longer it will take us to get to Santa Fe and the longer it will take us to find another bed to enjoy each other in. Are you ready to stop stalling?”

He raised an eyebrow at her as he stood. “Gonna make it worth my while?”

“Have I not made it worth your while so far?” she shot back at him. It was a test and he knew it.

“Why do you think I want to stay here?” He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

“Come.” She wrapped her hand around his bicep. “It is dangerous the longer we stay here. You know this.”

“Fine.” He huffed as she led him to the door. “You’re right. But we’re going to have to change cars again, and there’s not going to be a lot of chances for us to really enjoy ourselves.” He heaved up his bag over his shoulder. “I guess it’s back to reality sooner rather than later.”

They loaded up in the little sports car and got back on the road. The drive wouldn’t be long but he still felt remiss about having to leave the haven that motel room had become. “It is not as if we will not have sex again,” she chided him, her hand reaching over the center console to stroke his thigh. “You look so sad, as if I had not already promised to make you happy.”

“I got comfortable.” He shrugged, not bothered at all by where she kept her hand. “I wasn’t ready to get back to business, I guess.”

She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “It will be all right.”

“Now you’re comforting me?”

“If it makes you happy.” She grinned. “You look like you are sulking.”

“Not sulking,” he argued lightly, pulling off the interstate. “Just trying to get back into a frame of mind that is worthy of our situation. I got sidetracked while we were back there.” He sighed.

Her hand slid up to his knee and she squeezed lightly, trying to offer comfort. “It was the perfect distraction to forget the trouble I am in. I would not trade it, and I would give anything to make the time we had together in that little room longer. But . . .” She paused, looking out the windshield. “I have made things dangerous, and staying in one place will put us both at risk.”

He didn’t have the nerve to tell her that she wasn’t the only one at risk anymore and that there was likely a contract on him. He hadn’t mentioned that Austin hadn’t bought the picture that they sent. He would just have to keep them moving no matter how comfortable they got. It bothered him the more he thought about it, especially after the first time he finally gave in to her and they made love.

He picked up her hand where it rested on his knee and held it, drawing circles on her skin with his thumb. It comforted him. She comforted him. He changed the subject. “We’ll have to stop for gas soon. Then we’ll get to Santa Fe and from there, out of the States. As soon as we hit Mexico, we’ll be a little safer.”

“Why would it be safer?”

“It’s easier to get on a plane there without having to worry about every passenger on it.” He shrugged. “Brazil is the goal for now, because it’ll be safer and easier to hide there.”

She grew quiet, the effect of riding in a car. She alternated between holding his hand or touching him, stroking her fingers along his skin and making him wish they were still in the motel room. He became hyper-aware of every stroke the pads of her fingers made, the scrape of her nails.

He couldn’t recall being so hard for so long without getting some sort of relief. And the person who seemed eager enough to give him relief was right beside him. He didn’t even know if he had ever wanted someone so much.

They paused for gas and he sent her in to pay and for snacks. He stayed out to keep an eye on things and took notice of something. The car parked in front of his was left running. Cautiously, he gave a glance to make sure no one was in it, no children lingering in the back seat. It was a simple four-door sedan, larger than the sporty little thing he had lucked up on before.

When Jovana came back to him with her haul, he nodded to it. “Keep pumping gas. I’m going to check to see if the doors are locked and if they are, we’ll jimmy them open. If you see anyone looking or coming our way, let me know.”

She did as he asked, trying to keep a look out with an expression that said she looked bored and not at all like someone who was watching for bystanders. The door was unlocked, and it was apparent that the person who left it running was in a hurry. He grinned back at her. “C’mon.”

She left the pump in the car and grabbed the stash she had gotten from the convenience store. He hurried to the sports car and got the rest of their things, leaving the keys on top of it. He threw his bag in the back seat and jumped behind the wheel just as the owner came running out of the store. “Hey! My car!”

“I upgraded you,” he hollered back, motioning back to the car he was ditching before he blasted out of the parking lot. If the car’s owner protested anymore, he couldn’t tell. There were no sirens following him, so he assumed that cops weren’t called. He decided to stay off the interstate to be safe, taking the highways as an alternative.

He couldn’t be overly cautious, but he assumed the guy who owned the car was willing to take the trade. He would be fine until the owner of that car reported it stolen, if he hadn’t already. It wasn’t his concern, and Jovana was quick to remind him of that.

He didn’t protest, but with the lack of traffic and an apparent air of friskiness, she seemed to want to take advantage. She unbuckled her seatbelt and reached over the smaller console to attack the button and zipper of his jeans. “Can I help you?” he asked, trying not to let it excite him when she reached into his jeans and grasped his cock in her hand.

“I think I can help you.” There was something salacious in the way she looked at him. “Do you protest?”

“I do not,” he groaned as she began to stroke him. She didn’t give him the opportunity to say much more because she leaned over and began to add her lips and tongue to her play. She swallowed him greedily, and he had to struggle to remain focused on the road. “This is dangerous.” He growled and thrust up into her eager mouth. Maybe that made it more exciting, but . . . “I can’t do this.”

Scott rolled to a stop on the side of the road, throwing the car into park. He shifted the seat back and pressed the wheel up further out of the way. Her tongue swirled around him and he was instantly glad he had decided to pull over.

“God.” He dug his hands into her hair as she worked him, thinking there was no place he would rather be. Well, there was one place he would rather be. “Stop, stop, stop.” He pulled her off his swollen cock and pulled the seat belt out of the way. “You’re going to have to get over here so we can break this car in.”

“Get over there?” She looked at him curiously.

He fished a condom from his wallet and tugged it on quickly. “You started this, lady. You’re gonna have to fuck me now.”

“Am I?” her lips quirked upward and she raised an eyebrow, testing him again.

He didn’t give her the opportunity to protest because he was tugging her into his lap and catching her mouth in a hungry kiss. Would he get tired of this? He didn’t think so. She wiggled out of her shorts and helped guide him into her with little effort. She was wet and he slid in easily. She enjoyed sucking him off while he was driving. “What am I going to do with you?” he asked against her mouth.

She rotated her hips, riding him in the small space. “You are going to do this every chance you can get.” She took his hands and pressed under her tank top to cup her breasts. “You are going to fuck me and enjoy it.”

He groaned. “Oh, you’re never gonna be rid of me.” He palmed her breasts and squeezed lightly. “You’re gonna be stuck with me forever now.”

Her voice went breathy and she clung to him. “That is what I want. I want that.”

“You can have it.” He buried his face against her neck, thrusting up into her. “I’m all yours.” There was nothing more that he wanted to hear than her admitting she wanted him. It was enough to get him to struggle not to come as she thrust herself down on him with a growing force.

This beautiful woman was spoiling him, ruining him for anyone else and making it so he would only want her. Did he give a damn? Nope. As long as she wanted him and would let him fuck her every chance he could get, then she would have him for keeps.

The force of their lovemaking had the car shaking, and the small enclosed place only seemed to echo every noise she made back at him. It was intoxicating. He brought both hands down between them to tease her until he had her shaking with her release and clinging to him as she cried out his name.

“Fuck me,” he gasped out, not able to last much longer after that. He kept his arms around her and tried to figure out a way to get them back on the road while staying buried in her.