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one out, secret agent man.”
    Amazing that she didn’t get whiplash from whirling away so quickly. He waited a beat, then caught her by her swishing hips, snaked his arms around her lithe body and clamped his lips to hers.
    A token protest burst in his mouth before she kissed him back just as voraciously as he’d predicted.
    This woman pushed his buttons. He pushed back. Oh yeah. They were so gonna set the sheets on fire.
    Drake reluctantly released her ripe mouth an increment at a time. “Drive careful.”
    Kenna rolled her eyes and straightened her clothes. “Why? You gonna sic the highway patrol on me?”
    “Smartass.”
    As she sauntered into the orange glow of the sodium lights, Drake suspected it might be easier to figure out who was behind Diablo than figuring out who was the real woman behind the different faces of Kenna Jones.

Chapter Four
    Kenna watched foamy shower gel sluice down her body and swirl between her coral-tipped toes. Hot water relieved the aches in her muscles and the steam cleared her thoughts. Except for the dirty ones revolving around the hunky Agent Drake March, naked except for a wicked smile.
    She’d escaped to the bathroom alone after letting him in her apartment. Even when his interest about conserving water had been apparent. Mostly in his jeans.
    She’d packed hurriedly, locked the door, needing time to shed the trappings of Kenna—physically and mentally.
    The man had knocked her for such a loop from his first touch she feared she’d never recover. The kisses in the shadows of the bar? Nothing short of phenomenal. Spontaneous. Passionate. Everything she’d heard a kiss could be but hadn’t experienced firsthand.
    His clever mouth, his naughty tongue, his demanding hands… Oh mama, what those hands could do.
    In a hazy, dreamlike state, she imagined the rivulets of water racing down her body were his hard-skinned palms. Teasing her. Touching her lightly, but with intent. Liquid heat shot between her legs. Her breasts grew heavy. Nipples tight. Throwing her head back into the fine spray, she gave in to the uncontrollable driving need for release.
    Kenna parted her lips and let droplets of water trickle inside as she remembered his dark masculine taste. The sensation of his velvety tongue sliding against hers. She imagined the heat from his muscular body would warm her bare skin as his large hands cupped and squeezed her breasts. He’d twirl her nipples, searching for that spark of pleasure that bordered on pain. She arched her back, pressing closer into the steamy water. Wanting more, wanting everything from this phantom lover.
    His hungry lips would trail from her mouth to her ear. The soft, unintelligible words he’d whisper would send chills racing through her. He’d stoke her tremors of desire with each fiery touch from his hot hands.
    He’d lick away the water flowing over her skin. His sharp teeth would score the column of her throat as he inched his way down her body. Nipping. Marking her flesh with tiny love bites. Then again his deft fingers would pinch and roll and tug her nipples until she cried out.
    He’d laugh. Not cruelly, but with confidence.
    She widened her stance and her hand slowly slipped across the wetness of her flat belly until it reached the moist thatch of curls.
    Touch yourself for me , he’d urge.
    No. I want you to touch me.
    And in her fantasy, he’d obey.
    Her ragged breath echoed in the tiny stall space. Cool water flowed over the smooth skin of her shoulders as her questing fingers parted the moist folds of her pussy.
    Between the water and her juices, she was already slick. He’d murmur how hot it was that she’d gone wet and soft for him. Then he’d slide his middle finger up and down her slit. Teasing her. Tormenting her clit until it peeked out from its hiding place.
    She’d gasp as his rough thumb began to stroke little circles around that swollen nub. Back and forth. But it wouldn’t be enough. Crazed with need, she’d bump her