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

against him with wild abandon, driving him insane.
    “ Tristan .”
    Rachel pulsed around him, her climax pulling at something deep inside. He cradled her to him, her vulnerable response humbling, releasing a damn of raw need he’d never dared show the world. Kissing the salt from her brow, Tristan thrust into her again, opening himself to her, letting in her light to shine on his heart that had only seen darkness. He felt new, as though rebirth sat just on the other side of-
    Her radiant smile threw Tristan over the edge into a spiral of dazzling brilliance, her kisses on his neck dissolving indifference in their path.
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    The vibration at her hip woke Rachel. Frowning through the fog and the dinosaur stomping around in her head, Rachel turned in time to see Tristan pull his arm from around her waist and get up from the bed. His perfect rear and tattooed back disappeared behind the bedroom door.
    Rachel groaned into her pillow. Tristan had been right.
    She was ticked off. She should have listened to him instead of her stubborn, raging hormones.
    Covering her face against the sunlight intruding on her sleep, Rachel knew she only had herself to blame. She’d had wild sex with Tristan Jacobs in the batting cage, under the shower on the patio, in the surf of the Atlantic Ocean and in this heavenly bed. They had done things to each other she didn’t even know could be done and she’d had no qualms about any of it.
    The sex had gone way beyond anything she could have conjured in her fantasies. Thinking about it this morning made her hot all over again despite the fact that she made an utter fool of herself. She’d thrown away any moral conviction she may have carried that sex should only happen between two people in love.
    Not that Tristan wasn’t loveable. Beneath that tough, indifferent exterior lived a generous, romantic, witty man. His touch on her skin had been reverent, his teasing lighthearted, his satisfaction second to hers. She could remember every second of his meticulous, bone-melting kisses, every slide of his fingertips along her arm, every brush of his lips on her face.
    Rachel threw back the covers and sat on the side of the bed. The room spun wildly. The whiskey alone may have saved her a hangover but mixing it with champagne had been a mistake.
    Rising from the bed, she turned and nearly ran right into him. She gasped as heat shot through her naked body and settled in her face. He held a glass of water in one hand and some pills in the other but otherwise, stood gloriously nude not six inches in front of her. Rachel grabbed the comforter off the bed and covered herself.
    He gave her a raised brow.
    “I’ve got the headache from hell. You’ve got to be miserable.”
    Nodding, she took the care package from his hands and tried to pass. He blocked her way.
    “Please let me pass.”
    His finger skimmed her cheek in a feather light touch. She flinched away from him.
    Letting out a deep breath, Tristan turned and walked into the living room.
    Thank you, God .
    Dropping the comforter on the bed, Rachel rushed into the bathroom to take a shower. Maybe she’d feel better about all of this once she got his scent off her skin. She could feel him, smell him, taste him. Everywhere.
    With haste, she brushed her teeth with the extra toothbrush she’d found in the cabinet yesterday. Jumping in the shower, she scrubbed her skin under the hot water, wanting to erase every trace of Tristan from her body. The sight of her engagement ring made her want to bury her head in the sand and never come out.
    Admit it, Monroe, Cody means nothing to you .
    Turning off the shower, Rachel covered her face with a towel. It was true. Last night had proven he meant absolutely nothing to her. How could she have ever considered marrying him?
    Drying off, Rachel donned her wedding garments. When she got back today, she’d return the ring to Cody. She couldn’t marry him, no matter how many bills they owed or how many jobs she had to