My breath was taken away before I even had a chance to blink. Dallas had hurried to find the first shitty old motel down the road, and then whisked me into a room, carrying me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. God, that was so hot!

He'd set me down and immediately started tearing my clothes off while I worked at his belt and the button on his jeans. We were panting before we even got started. He lifted my suddenly naked body and tossed me on the bed with a hungry lick of his lips while I watched him finish undressing himself.

I decided to turn up the heat, scooting back on the bed and opening my legs wide for him to see everything. I watched him with a teasing, flirty smile, and began to put on a show. I played with my breasts, giving my aching nipples a light pinch. I trailed my hands slowly down my torso, knowing it was driving him up the wall. My fingers danced from my navel over my hipbones to my inner thighs while he stared at my performance like his life depended on it, and then he nearly came unglued when I rubbed my clit and moaned his name.

"Jesus Christ, Natalia!" he gasped, throwing his jeans on the floor.

It had been so fucking long since the last time I'd teased him like this. I was loving it. Knowing I had such a power over his senses had always sent my confidence through the roof. I felt in control, like he was putty in my hands, and there was something so satisfying about having the man you love literally drool over watching you touch yourself. But it wasn't nearly enough yet. I wanted to bring him to his knees and drive him absolutely, blissfully insane 'til he was screaming out my name through his climaxes.

"Do you like watching me play with myself?" I asked in the most innocent of tones I could muster, batting my eyelashes at him.

I noticed his breath hitch and his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat when I slid a finger into my pussy. He was already hard as steel, but it couldn't hurt to make him wait a few more minutes...

"You're a dirty girl, Agent Dobreva," Dallas smirked, a sultry chuckle leaving his perfect lips. "I think I'm going to have to punish you."

He started to move toward me, but I held up a hand, stopping him in his tracks. I wanted to torment his senses until he was begging me to let him touch my body.

It felt so fucking good to finally get to do this again. I hadn't experienced this sexual rollercoaster ride in four long years, and I'd missed it more than I'd realized. No one could turn me on like Dallas could, and nothing got me soaking wet like watching him watch me drive him nuts.

I'd tried to have this fun, sexy escapade since losing Dallas. There had been times when I just desperately needed a release and hadn't acted on it, not ready to give myself to another man the way I had with Dallas. But there had been one time that I'd taken a chance on it – that one night I'd convinced myself to give things a shot with Matt.

I still regretted that night. I probably always would. But I'd tried so hard to shove any apprehension away and let loose with my team leader. No matter how hard I'd tried to make it feel the way it had with Dallas, though, it just wouldn't feel the same with Matt, and I'd hated that to the point of tears at the time. I remembered disappearing to the bathroom after he'd fallen asleep, and I'd bawled my eyes out for a good two or three hours, hating myself for letting any man other than Dallas touch me. But now, here I was, alone with the man I loved again, and we were about to have a much needed, much overdue night together – a night we'd both been longing for since the last time we'd seen each other. It was going to be amazing.

Making love the last two times had been another level of incredible, full of raw emotion and love and need and everything in between. But we hadn't yet had the chance to completely lose control with one another in the dirtiest ways possible, and I was so fucking ready. I wanted to ride him all night until he was screaming out my name, unable to stop coming.

"You enjoy messing with my head, don't you?" Dallas laughed with a knowing look.

I nodded, my smirk morphing into a wide grin, and I finally caved and let him come touch me.

I admired his perfectly chiseled body as he moved to lean over me. He braced himself with his fists digging into the mattress on either side of my shoulders while he leaned down to kiss me.

The kiss was a fiery, needy one, and I instantly felt ten times wetter with just his lips against mine. I felt him smile into the kiss and I couldn't help but smile back.

He reached between our bodies and grabbed ahold of my hand that was still between my legs, and he groaned when his fingers threaded through mine and felt how slick they were.

Dallas pressed his forehead against mine and peered into my eyes with a look of lust so intense that it caused a lump to form in my throat. The anticipation had built up so thickly that I felt like my racing heart might explode if he didn't start fucking me soon.

"You know, I missed how sweet you taste," he taunted, a fire blazing wildly in his eyes.

I moaned loudly and writhed in pleasure, my back arching as I felt his fingers slip inside me, quickly building up a rough in and out rhythm. I was panting, begging, practically screaming for him while he trailed steamy kisses down my body, briefly sucking and flicking his tongue over my hardened nipples, and continuing downward.

Just when he was about to reach the apex of my thighs, several loud bangs came against our motel room door.

We quickly bolted apart, ducking down beside the bed where we couldn't be seen, grabbing our pistols and hurrying to throw our wrinkled clothes on. We stayed as quiet as we could, our faces flushed, as we listened for any voices or noise of any kind.

The sound came again. A fist beating against the door three more times.

"Think they found us?" I whispered to Dallas, my cheeks red as beets as I finished pulling my jeans back on.

He shook his head. "I'd think they would've busted down the door. Don't seem like the type to knock."

Then who the fuck could it be?

"Tali? You in there?" came a man's voice, shouting from the other side.

Someone had found me. But who? Wait...

I could see part of his shadow on the grungy window beside the door. The light outside kept flickering, adding to the fear factor, but I recognized that voice, and something about that shadow seemed familiar.

"Tali?" came the voice again.

I started to rise from my hiding spot and Dallas grabbed my wrist, trying to pull me back down.

"What the hell are you doing?" He looked at me incredulously.

I pulled myself from his grasp and shook my head. "I know who it is."

He watched me with wide eyes of concern as I made my way to the door, my pistol in hand just in case, and I opened the door just a crack. I peered outside, and sure enough, it was who I thought it was.

"Matt, what the fuck are you doing here? How did you find us?" I asked, yanking him by his shirt into the room and shutting and relocking the door.

Dallas hopped to his feet, his gun still drawn, pointing it at Matt with an untrusting glare.

"Somebody want to explain to me what's going on here?" he sneered at my fellow agent.

"Lower your weapon, Rambo," Matt said dryly, rolling his eyes. "I ain't here to kill you."

"Yeah? How do I know that?" Dallas countered.

Matt whipped around to lash out with another snarky comment, but I stepped between the two men.

"Guys! Knock it off!" I stared both of them down, motioning for Dallas to lower his pistol. "This isn't going to be a pissing contest between you two! Now, shut up and sit the fuck down!"

I scolded both of them, treating them like I was an angry mother and they were misbehaving children.

Dallas looked at me in shock, like he couldn't believe I'd reprimanded him. Both men took a seat on opposite sides of the bed and avoided eye contact with each other.

I crossed my arms and started tapping my foot impatiently. "I know you two aren't on good terms with each other, but I really couldn't give a flying shit less. All three of us are in too much danger right now to let petty shit like this distract us. We need to focus one-hundred-percent on finishing up this mission with the least amount of damage to ourselves as possible. Are we on the same page here, boys, or do I have to repeat myself through a bullhorn?"

"We're clear," both of them muttered at the same time.

"Now, please enlighten me as to why you're here." I directed my attention to Matt, who looked like he was stewing in his own disdain.

I pulled the rolling chair over from the dilapidated desk across the room and took a seat in front of Matt and Dallas, my arms still crossed and my temper still flaring.

I didn't know if I was irritated because Matt just showed up out of nowhere, or because the two of them were clearly on each other's shit lists, or maybe just because I'd been interrupted in the midst of what was going to be mind-blowing sex that I so fucking desperately needed. Maybe I was mad about all of the above.

"When I heard that you'd gone missing a few days ago, I volunteered to lead the search for you," Matt began, and I could see the concern in his eyes. He'd obviously been very worried for my safety. "Brit told me no, but the London director overrode her decision and called me to the U.K. office. I was told that you'd disappeared in Berlin while searching for a missing agent. A.R.T. sent me and four others to comb Germany to find you."

"Are the others-"

"They're from the London office. They don't know that I've found you."

I understood right away that Matt hadn't told his search team that he'd found me or where I was because he, like me, wasn't completely sure he could trust the London agents.

"What are you going to tell them?" Dallas piped up, his tone still grumpy.

"I sent them in the direction of Hamburg. We've got at least two days before they realize they've been given the runaround. I'll figure something out."

I took a few seconds to look Matt over – really look at him. He was visibly exhausted with dark circles under his eyes. There were cuts, scrapes, and bruises on various parts of his exposed skin. His usual lively eyes were dull and tired, like he hadn't slept in days. His hair was a mess and his clothing was tattered. Then I noticed the edge of a white bandage peeking out from his shirt sleeve.

"What happened to you?" I gestured to it.

Matt reached up and rubbed his palm over his shoulder, lifting up his sleeve where the bandage could be seen. There was a decent sized blood stain seeping through the fabric.

"Did you get-"

"Shot," he said flatly.

"Are you-"

"I'm fine." His tone was harsh, but I told myself that was just the pain in his arm talking.

Matt pulled his sleeve back down and straightened his back, rolling his shoulders a couple times and wincing at a twinge of pain that followed the action. Then his face became the most serious I think I'd ever seen.

"Tali, there's something I have to tell you."