She cried out and arched against him, the explosion ripping through her with the force of a tornado. Every nerve fired, and lights flashed hot and bright against the back of her eyes. She forgot where she was for the briefest of moments and let the supernova of orgasms destroy her reality.

He buried his face in her neck, coming hard, shaking with it. Even so, his lips latched on to her skin, leaving his mark as he lost himself.

His scent, the feeling of him, the sensation of being under him would stay with her forever. This was way more than sex. What it was, she had no idea. As she panted out air with her body still tingling, she tried to find some path back to sanity. To control.

He lazily licked her neck to place a sweet kiss on her lips before rolling off her. Somehow, in the movement, he ended up spooning around her in a cocoon of muscled warmth.

She snuggled her butt into his groin.

He groaned, and amusement took her. Oh, it was edged with tension and need and overwhelming panic, but she smiled anyway. It was good to know he was as overtaken as she had been.

He caressed a calloused palm down the sensitized skin of her arm to hold her hand at her waist. The simple movement, the sweet touch, dug right into her heart and bloomed. She shook her head. This couldn’t happen right now. There was too much going on.

“Stop thinking so hard.” His lazy voice rippled over her skin with that Southern accent. “Just enjoy the moment. Everything can go to hell when dawn arrives.”

She swallowed and looked at the closed connecting door. How loud had she been? “Um, do you think Wolfe heard us?” Her own voice was hoarse and kind of sexy sounding, actually.

Raider’s hold tightened. “Want me to lie to you?”

She winced. “No.”

“Wolfe is ex–special forces, hardly ever sleeps, and can hear a twig crack a mile away. Chances are, he heard.”

Heat flamed into her face. “Great.”

Raider chuckled, his chest moving against her back. “The good news is that Wolfe’s a decent guy. The second he heard something, he probably put the pillow over his head.”

That was more than likely true. She cheered up. “Good point.”

“Or,” Raider murmured, “he went outside and scouted the entire area because he knew I wouldn’t be paying attention to the door. That’s more likely.”

That was an even better scenario. Then he wouldn’t have heard anything. “I like that,” she whispered.

“I like you,” Raider said easily.

She stiffened instantly. “But?”

He sighed, moving her hair. “But things are complicated. For now, I want you off this case.”

She wouldn’t have been more surprised if he’d asked her to shave her head. “Are you kidding? It’s a computer case, and you need me.”