“You can stay with me.”

Don’t go there, Matt.

She gave him a sly smile, leaned forward, and said quietly, “If I go to your room, we’re going to have sex.”

Too late.

“Are we?”

He wanted to. He couldn’t explain why he was drawn to Kara. Maybe because they were both outsiders. Maybe because she was sexy in an oddly wholesome way. Maybe because he hadn’t been in a relationship—short or long—in months. Maybe because it was temporary—they both had careers in different states.

She smiled and for the first time since he’d met her, the smile reached her eyes. They sparkled and he went from simmer to boil.

Hell, Mathias, you’ve been turned on since the minute you saw her.

She leaned forward and said, “Or we can just...cuddle.”

He barely resisted kissing her right there in the bar. He whispered, “Como el infierno, cariño.”

Matt took her hand and led her to the elevator. It was late; they were alone. Before the doors even closed, his mouth devoured hers.

He was about to ask her if she was really okay with this when her arms went around his waist and she pulled his body against hers.

The door opened way too fast, but he was only on the third floor. He jumped back, not wanting anyone on his team to see him like this. Kara was a witness as well as a temporary team member. Taking her to bed... He shouldn’t.

“Stop thinking,” she said.

How the hell did she know what he was thinking?

“Are you sure?”

“Are you?”

Matt was normally confident in everything he did—at work and at play—but Kara’s confidence had him hesitating, as if she knew something he didn’t.

His room was at the end of the hall next to the staircase. Jim and Michael were across the hallway. His room adjoined the war room, but he doubted anyone else was up at midnight. He hoped.

Still, he entered quietly. He made sure the door was locked to the adjoining room so no one could surprise him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Kara slip the Do Not Disturb sign on the door and close it.

“Where were we?” she said.

Here he thought he was seducing her, but the tables had turned, and she walked over to him and kissed him. He hesitated again because this was happening too fast. His head was in a whirl, his body was primed, but his duty kept getting in the way.

Kara stepped back, but still had her hands on his arms. “Matt,” she said, “we’re attracted to each other. We’re both single. And if you make love half as well as you kiss, we’re going to have a lot of fun. Stop thinking about the case—it’s midnight, and unless you have some psychic connection about what the killer is going to do and when, you can’t do anything right now. Stop thinking about your people finding out that we’re going to get naked and have some fun. I don’t care, but you do, and I respect that. I don’t kiss and tell. I like you, Matt. I want to be here. And I know you want me here.”