Mine To Protect (Mine #6)(12)

“The truth is…I’ve wanted you for a while, Victor.”

She was shattering his control with every low, husky word.

“I’ve thought about you. Dreamed about you. Been pissed as all hell with you but…I want you. I always do.”

Her fingers were on one of his scars. Those freaking scars littered his body. Marks from gunshots. Knife wounds. His time on the streets. He’d always carry those reminders.

Zoe didn’t seem repulsed by his scars. Her fingers were so warm and soft against him.

“So I’m telling you how I feel. Exactly how I feel…and now it’s your turn.”

His turn?

“Do we keep playing by the rules, Victor? Or do we cross some lines?”

“Zoe…” Just saying her name was hard. Desire beat in his blood and his voice came out as a rough growl. “Be very careful…”

“Why? I’ve tried being careful. It still got me on hit lists. My time is slipping away—”

The hell it was.

“Inches. I was inches away from death tonight. Seems like a real damn shame. To want you this way and to never get to feel—”

He kissed her. He lunged toward her, closed that distance between them, and took her mouth. There was no finesse from him. No careful seduction. He just took because the last thread of his self-control had been shredded by her words.

I’ve wanted her for too long. To want her, and not to have her…

He was changing the rules. Crossing the line. And he didn’t care. All that mattered to Victor right then—Zoe.

Tasting her. Claiming her. Taking her.

Forgetting the fear, banishing that shit. Focusing on the passion. The lust that blazed white-hot.

He rolled her onto her back. He was so glad he’d slipped the clerk an extra fifty to make sure they were in a room with damn clean bedding. Though he wished their first time together was somewhere else.

A fancy hotel. A beach. Some snow-covered inn.

Some place romantic, though he wasn’t normally the romantic sort. He just—Victor wanted it for her.

She caught his lower lip and bit it lightly.

Fucking yes.

Her hands slid over him. Pushed down to the top of his jeans. She was fumbling with the button and the zipper, and—

“Baby, not yet.” His breath sawed out of his lungs. “You put your hands on my cock, and I’ll be lost.”

She smiled up at him. “I think I want you lost.”

“You’re going first.” And he was going to enjoy exploring every single inch of her. Victor kissed Zoe again, a deep, hot kiss. She arched up toward him, and he felt the press of her breasts against his chest.

Every single inch of her.

He kissed his way down her neck. Zoe gasped and her nails sank into his sides. He would have smiled at her reaction, but he was too turned on for smiling.

He caught her shirt in his hands, pulled back just a little, and yanked the thing up and over her head. The shirt hit the floor and he stared down at her.

Zoe wore a plain white bra—and it had to be the sexiest thing he’d seen in his life. Her breasts pushed out, spilling against those cups. He bent forward and kissed one breast even as he slid his fingers under the edge of her bra and found her nipple. Tight. Hard.

“Victor!”

He loved it when she said his name. And when there was so much desire in her voice…hell, yes. But he still had to warn her… “The walls here are thin, baby.”

Her eyes widened and she immediately pressed her lips together.

“One day soon, I want you to yell for me. As long as you can.”

He unhooked her bra. Perfect breasts. Pink nipples, round and full…and when he licked her, when he sucked her, her hips rocked up against him.

She tastes so good. Like she was made for me. Only me.

His mouth eased down her body. He kissed the curve of her stomach and loved the way she lifted up against him.

“Do something fun,” Zoe suddenly whispered when his mouth hovered over her jeans. “Use your teeth to undo the button…”

He looked up. Her eyes were gleaming as she stared at him, and a faint smile curved her lips.

I’m about to f*ck Zoe Peters.

And she was making him feel…good. Happy. Making him feel like smiling back at her. His cock was so swollen that the thing hurt. He wanted to plunge balls deep into her and drive them both into oblivion but…

He smiled back at her. And he did something fun, just as she’d ordered. He used his teeth to undo the button of her jeans. Then the zipper slid down with a hiss.

“Guess what else I can use my mouth to do…” He pushed her jeans out of the way. Her panties went down with them. Then he was spreading her legs wide. Positioning her so that he could have full access.

And using his mouth in the very best of ways.

“Victor!”

So maybe she didn’t care about the thin walls. Neither did he. Right then, all he cared about was her. One lick, and he was addicted to her taste. His mouth pressed to her, his fingers pressed in her, and he explored all of her most sensual secrets.

Her hips twisted against him, pushing up harder against his mouth. He could feel the gathering tension in her. Zoe was close to a release—so close, already.

His thumb stroked her clit and she jerked beneath him, coming on a sharp cry of pleasure.