Agent I1: Tristan [01] The D.I.R.E. Agency by Joni Hahn Read Free Book Online

loyalty to Aidan? For some sense of respect for Rachel and the emotional day she’d had?
    Whack . Yeah, that’s why. He could now be called the world’s greatest Boy Scout.
    Congratulations, you dumb sonovabitch .
    He spat a short, succinct curse.
    They’d fought, argued , over the fact that she wanted to have wild sex with him. Sex had been all he could think about since he first saw her, and now he argued with her about it?
    Whack .
    While she had a body worthy of worship, it had been her inquisitive mind and free spirit that drew him to her. Rachel had run around the hypogeum of the Colosseum like a child. She’d made him laugh when she whooped aloud and screamed “I’m in Italy” at the top of her lungs.
    When he’d teleported her to the outer wall of the Colosseum , her grip around his waist had been tight as a bear trap. When she’d stood vulnerable and visibly shaken, she’d smiled at him and taken his hand...
    Whack .
    She’d given him her trust.
    After learning how she helped her neighbors, Tristan knew Rachel was too good to sleep with someone like him. She had more compassion in her little toe than he had in his entire body. She gave her all in whatever she endeavored and would probably blow his system if she ever turned that spirit on him in bed.
    Whack .
    Mitchell had warned him about getting close to someone. Thank goodness, after tomorrow he’d never see her again.
    The machine hummed to a stop. Tristan slumped his shoulders. How had he already gone through his entire supply of balls?
    Dragging the bat with him, he walked around the cage picking up balls and tossing them in a bucket beside the machine. He’d head to the water after this to take a cool swim. He couldn’t go inside knowing Rachel lay in his bed nearly naked.
    “Tris?”
    He whipped around. Rachel stood across the cage, just inside the gate. Fresh from the shower, she wore a teal towel that covered her from breast to mid-thigh. Her eyes were dark, the same color as the towel, her skin dewy and slick.
    His body hardened like the bat in his hand. God help him, he couldn’t do this anymore.
    “Don’t think. Don’t talk.” 
    Tristan dropped the bat.
    “Just hurry.”
    Whipping his shirt over his head, Tristan stormed across the cage. Rachel reached for the knot in the towel and dropped it to the ground. Stumbling, he stripped the swim trunks from his legs.
    The woman was utter perfection, from her full, firm breasts to her flat belly and long legs. And, she wanted him .
    Reaching her, Tristan hauled her up in his arms. Rachel wrapped her limbs around him. Shoving her back against the fence, he took her mouth with bruising force, his tongue delving deep.
    A voice in the back of his mind told him he would pay for going down this road. Yet, having Rachel naked in his arms, kissing her like this… nothing would stop him. Not now.
    She smelled of his soap and her own signature scent, the skin of her back soft, smooth along the length of her spine.
    Those incredible breasts of hers were crushed against him, full and erect, her long legs locked around his waist, daring him to get away.
    Like hell.
    His fingers found her warmth, intent on readying her for his invasion.
    Oh … shit .
    She was so ready for him, the evidence trickled down his thigh. He broke the kiss, their groans carrying on the steamy, night breeze.
    Rachel bucked against his hand, urging him to move. “Tris, don’t tease…”
    Tease hell. Gritting his teeth, he plunged into her.
    Rachel’s heat seared him, her center tight and embracing. Over and over he took her, rocking her with all of the pent-up frustration he’d carried around that day, taking her with all of the guilty pleasure racking his body, showing her how much her presence had already changed him.
    Her mouth at his throat, her whispered encouragement at his ear, fought his control at every push.
    “Tristan…” she moaned, her breath harsh at his ear.
    “What baby?”
    “I can’t…” She bucked