“Oh god,” she moaned.

Darkness was in heaven and hell. Kat moaned louder and he fought the urge to come. He’d already been excited, watching her face while she cl**axed twice. Now that she was under him, he was inside her and it was almost too much. She was wet and hot. Her internal muscles clenched tighter and he knew she was going to come again. He gritted his teeth, remembering too late that he hadn’t put on a condom.

He wanted to shoot his seed inside her. Just thinking about it had his balls screaming for release. Kat cried out and her vaginal walls started to convulse around his cock. He shoved her forward enough to get her off the vibrator and stilled. His dick was steel-hard, ached, but he held back his own release. He took deep breaths, listening to Kat’s breathing as she recovered. He withdrew from her body.

He grabbed the vibrator and turned it off, tossing it on the floor. He fisted his dick and rubbed it against the crack of her ass. He came hard. His se**n coated her ass and lower back, even getting on her hands. He closed his eyes, shaking a little from the power of his release.

It would have felt better if I hadn’t pulled out. He bit back a growl. It pissed him off. He knew better than to touch her without a condom. It would be a nightmare if he got Kat pregnant. She was someone he could never trust. She was FBI and while he could force her to stay at Homeland until she gave birth, afterward she’d have the choice to leave, alone. A Species child would never be safe in her world. Would she abandon a child for her freedom? Would she tell the world they were able to have children? He didn’t know and never wanted to find out. It would put all the Species offspring at risk and that would be entirely his fault.

“Damn,” she whispered. “Are you trying to kill me?”

Regret came next. “Was I too rough?”

She chuckled. “Nope. That was just way over the top. I think I lost brain cells.”

He would have hated to have accidentally hurt her, regardless of knowing she wasn’t who she claimed. He admired Kat. Most females would probably have protested his treatment. She seemed not to mind him needing to control the sex.

“I still can’t tell you his name. What’s next? May I have a few minutes first? I’m really sensitive.”

He backed off and helped her get to her feet. “Let’s shower.”

She turned, showing the cuffs. “Can these come off yet? It’s hard to wash your back otherwise.”

He walked to his dresser and withdrew a knife. She didn’t flinch when he approached and he saw no fear. He cut the cuffs. She grinned and rubbed her wrists. He turned and threw the plastic strip on the dresser.

“Follow me.”

“I’m going to have to borrow something to wear to get home. I’m not doing the streak-back-to-my-place thing. I’ve seen your surveillance feeds. They film everything at Homeland. Do New Species have funniest-security-video shows? I don’t want to be part of that footage.”

He couldn’t help but smile. He really liked Kat. It was a grim reminder, though, that he liked her a little too much. He paused at the bathroom door. “You shower first.”

He didn’t miss her reaction. Disappointment. She was easy to read when her guard was down.

“I thought we were going to do this together too.”

He shook his head. “It’s too personal.”

He’d hurt her. He saw the flicker of pain in her eyes before she hid it. “Right. As if what we just did wasn’t.” She walked past him. “Whatever.”

She flipped on the light and turned, gripping the door. “I guess I’ll shut this. It would probably be too personal to watch me shower unless you think I’m going to steal your soap or towels.”

He stepped back. “Go ahead.”

Anger twisted her lips. “You really are a bastard.”

She slammed the door. He was tempted to open it, to say something, but he stood there instead. Kat would leave Homeland soon and he didn’t want to miss her. It was better if their time was limited to just sex. He wouldn’t eat meals with her, share intimate grooming tasks with her or allow her to sleep in his bed.

He walked over to the chair and carried it back to the spare bedroom. The sound of water in the bathroom taunted him. He could be in there with her but instead he cleaned up the room, getting rid of all evidence of what they’d shared. Except her scent. It filled his room. It lingered as strongly as his memories of touching Kat.

The shower shut off and he put on a pair of sweatpants, not wanting to be na**d in her presence. She exited the bathroom wearing a towel, her skin flushed from the warm water and her hair caught up in another towel that was wrapped loosely around her head. She looked adorable and he hated noticing.

“Do you have a robe?”

He hesitated. “I need that name, Kat.”

“We’ve been over this.”

“You tell me or I’ll have officers come pick you up in twenty minutes. That means packing your suitcase and leaving Homeland. You won’t be allowed back.”

She stared into his eyes and he watched the color drain from her face. “You mean that?”

“I do.”

Her chin lifted and her shoulders straightened. “You don’t want to try to torture it out of me anymore?” She tilted her head toward the bed. “Round two might make me break.”

She was baiting him to seduce her again and he wanted to. “Only if you give me the name.”

A blush rose to her cheeks. “So now you’re withholding sex for information?”