Page 19 of Wanted
He was too damn good at texting dirty as it was.
She pulled back and wrapped her arms around her stomach. She never should have engaged. She never should have responded to his overflow of emails.
Remember how my fingers felt inside of you?he wrote, not waiting for a response. You can do that all on your own.
Her eyelids grew heavy, and her toes curled into the carpeting. She was in another no-name motel in another no-name town, far, far away. So why did it feel like he was standing right next to her, whispering into her ear?
Play with yourself,he wrote. Do whatever feels good. Let yourself experience what you should have felt with me.
She squeezed her legs together hard. The temptation was strong, but she couldn’t make herself that vulnerable to him. He’d already guessed how she’d been able to get through that lap dance. He was using her weakness against her even now.
She couldn’t take any more. He was trying to lure her in, and she could feel herself drifting. With shaking fingers, she put the phone facedown on the table and turned away.
She couldn’t turn off her feelings, though.
Or the pings that continued to sound as he wrote more incorrigible things…
Her body was humming. Her muscles felt as hot and tight as they’d been the other night when she’d been on his lap. She tried pacing about the room, but nothing seemed to help. She just couldn’t get his suggestive words out of her head.
She shouldn’t.
But she had to.
Finally, she gave up and took a hesitant step toward the bed. Nobody would ever know. Nobody was here to see her.
He’d know, though. He’d know what she’d done.
Instead of worrying her, instead of making her fear she’d given him the edge, the thought made the blood rush even more swiftly through her veins. She reached for the tie of her robe. The terrycloth fell onto the floor as she climbed onto the mattress. She closed her eyes, and Reno’s face was emblazoned on the back of her eyelids.
She could remember vividly how he’d looked when the bouncer had turned on the lights. His face had been fierce with passion. He’d been hungry for her. He’d wanted her.
Slowly, she lay back and reached for her breasts.
* * *
Reno finally headed back to the field office. He’d lost track of Danielle completely and was just wasting his time driving down miles of open road. He didn’t feel good about chasing her anymore, anyway. Now that she felt vulnerable to him, she’d only run harder. The idea put him in a bad mood, and it only got worse when he walked in the door and saw George at his desk. FBI agents didn’t have partners, but they did bounce ideas off one another. George knew full well how this case had tied Reno up in knots.
Today, Reno didn’t feel much like talking.
George didn’t much care.
“So a strip club this time, huh?” he asked. He spun around in his chair and leaned back, ready for all the details. “Did you get to see her dance?”
“Some,” Reno said.
George’s eyebrows rose, making his cherubic face look even rounder. “That good?”
“She was all right.”
George laughed. “Looks like she knocked your socks off. How did you say she escaped again?”
“The bouncer got in the way.” Reno turned toward the coffee pot and poured himself a cup. “She ran out while the guy whaled on my ribs and gave me this black eye.”
“I heard that you did worse to him.”
Reno threw a glare over his shoulder. “He was aiding and abetting a fugitive.”
George chuckled at the flimsy excuse and rubbed his hands over his belly. The guy passed all the Bureau’s physical fitness tests without breaking a sweat, but it was his doughboy appearance that usually nabbed people. They underestimated him. “And the fact that he cut her dance short had nothing to do with it?”
