The motorcycle pulls up in the Four Seasons parking lot, and both Cammie and Zach climb off. They begin walking across the vast parking lot, since all the parking spaces close to the entrance had already been taken when they arrived. They were on the right side of the building on the sidewalk, just a small walk to the front doors.
But then, with a contemplative look on his face, Zach says, "So I think I'll call room service and order you some tea or something, if that might help your throat. Or it might even help you fall asleep, since-"
Cammie cuts him off with a kiss. She pulls away and finishes for him, "I'm not tired. Far from it, actually."
Zach just looks at her with a confused look on his face. Soon, a slow smirk crept across his face. He pulls Cammie against him and her body immediately relaxed against his rock-hard torso. She kissed him again, her tongue explored his mouth, finding, without surprise, that he tasted like spearmint. The smell of his spicy cologne enveloped her.
Zach's hands started to move, his fingers running down her back, drifting down to grab her butt and clutch her even closer against him. Cammie put her arms around his shoulders and kisses him deeper. Just as a low growl started from the back of Zach's throat, a group of teenagers drove by in a pickup truck, honked, and yelled in a slurred voice, "Get a room!"
Cammie and Zach yanked apart from their kiss, panting and gazing at each other until Zach said, "Good idea. Let's get going." Zach grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the door to the lobby of their hotel. The elevator doors opened right as they got there, and a large group of young adults poured out into the lobby, jabbering loudly about some party they're headed to.
In the elevator, which was now empty, Zach's hands grasp Cammie's waist and he lifts her into the air. By instinct, Cammie wraps her thighs around his hips and her arms around his neck. Zach grabbed her butt and lifted her a bit higher for her to feel his obvious hard-on. "Believe it or not," he murmurs through their kiss, "I'm not tired either."
Shivers shot through her body. Why couldn't Cammie resist him? Where was her self-control? Hell… who needs self-control when a CIA operative is bent on seduction? After the elevator doors opened, he carried her to the hotel room. After unlocking the door, Zach turned her carefully to avoid hitting her head on the doorjam. Concussion would undoubtedly put a damper on the evening.
Zach kicks the door closed with his foot and pushes Cammie up against the wall, still holding her up. He plants a steaming kiss on her lips, and Cammie opens her mouth to encourage Zach further. Their tongues fight for dominance, until Cammie's tongue starts to wilt.
Zach pulls away in victory and he turns away from the wall to flip Cammie onto the bed. He quickly steps out of his dress shoes before climbing on the bed next to Cammie, who was trying to untie the knee-high black heeled boots she was wearing. Trying, but not succeeding.
Her fingers fumble to untie the long shoelaces that laced all the way up her shins. To make matters worse, adrenaline and hormones were already pumping through her veins, causing her hands to shake. It definitely didn't help that Zach was sitting behind her, running his hands through her hair and planting kisses on the back of her neck.
Somehow, Cammie finally got her boots off and she spun around on Zach, who had moved on to lightly tracing his fingers up and down Cammie's back, giving her shivers. "You make me totally crazy," she confesses.
"I know the feeling. The way you look at me ought to be criminal."
"You can be such a jerk."
"It's a talent of mine."
"It totally ruins the mood."
"Does it?" Zach asks slyly, giving her another mind-blowing kiss. After kissing for several minutes, during which things had started to get heavier and heavier, Zach tears away and says, "Whoa, we need to slow down. We have the whole night, right?"
"Of course. But I'm not going anywhere," Cammie replies, lips already swelling from their constant kissing.
"Damn right, you're not," Zach agrees, gently pushing her down onto the bed. He quickly traps both of Cammie's hands above her head in one of his large fists. There was something ridiculously hot about allowing Zach to do whatever he wants with her, but come on.
She was a CIA operative. She could at least put up a bit of resistance.
Cammie wraps her legs around Zach and flips him over, so she was now on top. Cammie smirks in victory, and Zach smirks up at her. "This isn't over yet," he assures her.
"Sure it's not," Cammie replies, confidently buffing her nails on the slick fabric of her catsuit and inspecting them. With one sudden, wild buck of his hips, Cammie goes flying off of Zach. She lets out a small squeak of surprise, then giggles at her own disregard.
Cammie lands on the bed with her head hanging off the edge, and Zach is quick to crouch above her. He wastes no time in kissing the smooth skin of her long neck, trailing kisses from her jaw all the way down to her collarbone. Zach licks along the bump of Cammie's collarbone, then lightly blows on it, sending shivers up her neck.
Soon the blood started rushing to her head, so Cammie helps herself up by clinging to Zach's shoulders and sitting up. The head-rush she got next blurred her vision, so she didn't know where Zach was until his lips landed on hers.
Cammie sneaks her hands under Zach's shirt and runs her cool fingers across his smooth skin. She feels him flinch and his abs tighten up under her touch. Cammie smiles in the kiss, and Zach pulls away to whip off his shirt. Then he reaches over, pulls her against his torso, and falls back on the bed.
Zach's hands slide up and down the curve of Cammie's lower back as he kisses her, and Cammie's hands explore Zach's dark hair. Soon Cammie couldn't take having all that fabric between Zach's body and hers. She takes the zipper at the back of her catsuit and begins to climb out of it, but Zach is too rushed and he just rips the rest of it off her. She was left in only her bra and panties.
"You're so fucking beautiful," Zach breathes as he fumbles out of his pants and pulls Cammie towards his boxer-clad form. She kisses him deeply, running her fingertips down his washboard-abs. How could soap and shampoo smell so much better on Zachary Goode than anyone else? Cammie had no idea. But one thing she did know… within minutes, they were both completely naked and lost in a mess of soft skin, trembling fingers, and excited lips.
"Hey, baby girl, what's up?
The way you smile, the way you laugh,
the way you hold me, the way no one else can hold me.
My hands are always here for you to hold.
I remember everything, cause you are my life.
You will always be near, and we can trust each other with our life.
My heart is always wanting to love you forever,
and even a single day is too long for me to stay with out you."
- Forever With You by Big Bang
"Where are you going?" Zach asks Cammie the next morning, watching her climb out of bed ass-naked. She had slight blue-ish bruises on her hips in the shape of fingers, and Zach smirks, knowing they came from him.
"Work," she replies, slipping on her bra and underwear from the floor.
"What do you mean work?" Zach exclaims, sitting bolt-upright in bed.
Cammie chuckles at his surprise, and she holds up the needle and thread she'd just taken from her suitcase and answers, "I need to fix my catsuit, which you tore when you ripped it off me last night."
Zach smirks, dark stubble shadowing his jaw, and replies with bright eyes, "Sorry, but it was necessary. You were taking too long."
Cammie rolls her eyes and asks, "Thirty more seconds would've been too long?"
Zach points at her and answers, "Exactly. That was the problem."
Cammie just shakes her head with an amused grin on her face and gets to work repairing the 12-inch-long rip down the right leg of her catsuit, where she hadn't gotten her leg out fast enough for Zach, and he had ripped the catsuit right off her.
Several minutes pass by and, finally, her catsuit is repaired. But then a rapid knocking comes from the front door, and in an instant, Cammie had flung herself back underneath the bed sheets to cover herself. Grant flings the hotel door open and steps inside. "Wake up, wa-," Grant starts to yell, but freezes when he sees Zach and Cammie half-naked in bed with guilty looks in their eyes. "Well, well, well… How much sleep did you two get last night?"
"Not much," Zach answers honestly, smirking. Cammie hides underneath the covers so nobody would see her blushing… though they obviously knew she was embarrassed.
"Well, I'm just going to kinda ignore the fact that you're naked and give you the news… The SWAT team didn't find the nuclear weapon in the warehouse we attacked last night," Grant informs them.
"What?" Cammie exclaims, whipping the bed sheet off her head.
"We're guessing the nuclear weapon has been moved from the second warehouse, which we had originally guessed was just a storage facility for the supplies. So now we have to find where they're hiding the nuclear weapon," Grant explains.
"And I bet the rest of the terrorists know that there are still government agents after them, even after they asked to stop all operations, so they won't be happy about that," Cammie adds.
"…Which means they could fire the nuclear weapon at any moment," Zach realizes. "We have to find where they're hiding it, and soon." Zach gives Grant a look and tilts his head towards the door.
"Oh… right. I'll wait in the lobby while you two lovebirds get dressed," Grant excuses, backing out of the hotel room and closing the door. Right after he leaves, Zach rolls over and pulls Cammie against him.
"I love you," he murmurs, kissing her neck.
"I love you, too," Cammie tells him, grinning lazily. She gives him a kiss then pulls away and asks, "Oh, for future reference, do you know how to stop a nuclear weapon from detonating?"
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