Page 65 of Belgian Betrayal

Fearghas rested his hand against the small of her back. “Where do you want us to stay?”

Dmytro held up a key card. “We have three suites on this floor. We are using this one as our tactical operations center. You and Catya can have the one next door. Hank and Sadie will use the other. For food, you can call for room service or go down to the hotel restaurant. The items on the menu are good.” The big Ukrainian grinned. “Not as good as Anya’s goulash, but good enough.”

Fearghas guided Catya out of the room and down to the next door. He tapped the card to the locking mechanism.

Catya heard the click of the lock disengaging and waited for Fearghas to push the door open. She stepped into a room very much like the one they’d just been in. At the center was the sitting room with doors on either side, standing open to bedrooms, each with a dedicated ensuite bathroom.

“Which one do you want?” Fearghas asked.

Catya cocked an eyebrow. “Really? You have to ask?”

His brow wrinkled. “With all your talk about not wanting to be with me, I didn’t want to assume anything.”

The Russian assassin stepped into his arms. “While we’re together on this mission, we will be together.”

His eyebrows arched. “Is that a request or a demand?”

As tired as she’d been moments before, all fatigue disappeared as heat invaded her body, and her pulse quickened. “Do you want to be with me or not?”

He laughed and rested his hands on her hips. “Mo ghràdh, you send mixed signals.”

Catya pushed his jacket over his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She unbuckled the shoulder holster and eased it over his arms, laying the holster and the handgun it contained onto the chair within her reach. Next, she tugged his T-shirt from the waistband of his trousers and slid her hands under his shirt, flattening them against his taut abs. It felt so good to touch his skin. “Am I sending mixed signals now?” she asked, her voice hoarse with desire.

His hands moved from her hips to her buttocks, pulling her so close that the hard ridge of his cock pressed into her belly. “Message received,” he whispered and bent to claim her lips in a kiss so tender and passionate it shook her to her very core.

She wanted this man. Not just for an hour, a day or a night. She wanted him forever.

Pushing all the reasons she shouldn’t be with him to the back of her mind, she fell into him with all her heart and soul. She could sort things out later. At that moment, all she wanted to focus on was making love with Fearghas, her Scottish warrior.

Suddenly desperate to be naked, they tore off their clothing, leaving it scattered across the floor.

Fearghas scooped Catya into his arms and strode for the bedroom on the right, where he deposited her on a king-sized bed and dropped down beside her.

For a long moment, he stared into her eyes, his gaze then sweeping over her body, warming her with the heat in his eyes.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known,” he said.

“Then you haven’t known very many women,” she argued.

He touched a finger to her cheek and trailed it down her neck to her breasts. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever wanted to know like this.”

Her nipple pebbled beneath his touch. She reached up to cup his face. “You have the most beautiful heart of any man I’ve ever known. A woman would be lucky to claim it.”

He lifted her hand to his chest. “My heart beats for you, and only you.”

Then he made love to her, slowly, gently, as if worshipping every inch of her body.

When they came together, he eased into her, teasing at first.

Her passion having reached the explosive point, Catya took over. She rolled him onto his back and mounted him, taking him into her in one hot move. Then she rode him like a stallion, rocking up and down again and again.

He reached for her clit and touched her, launching her over the edge.

Catya collapsed over him, her body limp with the force of her release, her pulse still pounding through her veins.

Fearghas clamped his arms around her, flipped her onto her back and continued to thrust until he tensed. When he started to pull out, she gripped his buttocks and kept him inside, wanting to feel the magic of his orgasm, the throbbing of his cock inside her.

Fearghas thrust once more, sank deeply into her and held steady. He bent to press a kiss to her lips and one to the side of her neck just below her ear. “My heart beats for you,” he whispered and laid down on top of her, rolling them onto their sides. “Only you.”

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