Mine To Protect (Mine #6)(45)

His fingers tapped against his phone. There were plenty of ways he could handle the situation, but why not just go for the direct route?

FBI Special Agent Victor Monroe.

He was the direct route. Good thing Tom had already done plenty of research on Victor Monroe. That had been Luther’s primary directive to him.

Tear apart Monroe’s past. Find his every weak spot.

Then exploit the hell out of that weakness.

His eyes closed as he leaned back against the leather seat. After his little chat with Roy, he had a pretty good idea of exactly what Victor’s weakness might be. And Tom knew that he didn’t have to go out and hunt Victor and Zoe…

They’ll be coming to me.

***

“Zoe…” She turned at the low whisper of her name. She’d been waiting all day for Victor to work out the arrangements on their plan. He’d been calling in favors at the FBI, making sure that he took over jurisdiction in Vegas.

It was almost time to act. Michelle, please, hold on.

“I have something for you.” He stood in the doorway. Her bedroom. The suite had two bedrooms. This was the first time he’d walked into her room. He lifted up the box he held in his arms. Some fancy box with a high end store name written in script on the side.

She stared at that box as if it were a snake. “You got me a present?” She couldn’t remember the last time someone had done that, and she sure didn’t know how to act. “Victor?” She looked at his face.

And saw his shock. His pain.

He put the box down. Went to her. Took her hands in his. “You deserve so much.”

Embarrassment flooded her cheeks. “It’s not a present. It’s for the-the case, right? I mean, I know, I—”

He kissed her. Deep. Hard. Hot.

She moaned into his mouth. Desire beat in her blood. When he started to pull back, she twisted her hands, holding onto him then. “Don’t be a tease.”

His eyes glittered down at her. “I’m not teasing.”

“It’s been twenty-four hours since I got the bump on the head.” Twenty-four long hours. “I am fine. And before anything else happens…” Another attack, their recuse attempt with Michelle…whatever hell might be waiting. “I want to be with you.”

A muscle jerked in his jaw.

“Don’t you want to be with me?”

“More than I want my next breath.”

Her breath caught. “That’s an awful lot,” she murmured. Her hands rose to curl around his shoulders. She pulled him closer. “I want a present.”

His eyelids flickered.

“I want you. I’m asking for you. Right now, give yourself to me, Victor. Totally.” She eased out a slow breath. “Because that’s the same way I’ll give myself to you.” No holding back, not for either of them.

She could see the desire in his eyes. Good.

She pulled off his shirt. Tossed it across the room. Then her hands went to the snap of his jeans. The hiss of his zipper seemed loud, and then she was pushing down the denim. He wasn’t wearing underwear and his cock—already heavy with arousal—sprang into her hands. She slipped to her knees before him.

“Zoe…”

And she took him into her mouth. Her tongue swiped over the head of his arousal. She licked him. She pumped. She loved the way he felt in her mouth. But, more, she loved the way he tasted. That sweet drop of—

With careful hands, he pulled her to her feet. Then he pushed her onto the bed. He stripped her, slowly, gently, even as the breath heaved from his lungs and the desire in his eyes blazed ever brighter.

She was naked before him. Her body completely open and he put his hands between her thighs, spreading her even more for him. Her breasts were aching, the nipples tight, and she was already wet for him. Ready.

Victor put his mouth on her. Her breath rushed out on a heavy moan when he started licking her. The man’s tongue…his lips…

She fisted the covers and fought the orgasm that was building within her. This time, she wanted to come— “With you in me!” The demand broke from her. “Please, Victor, I want you in me!”

His head lifted. His expression had gone primitive. He left the bed. Left her.

Her body ached. “Victor?”

But he came back moments later. He ripped open the condom pack in his hand. Put the condom on in damn near record time.

She started to smile, but the dark lust on his face…it stilled her smile.

He climbed onto the bed. Pinned her hands near her head. “You can’t move too much,” he ordered. “You have to take it easy.”

She didn’t want to be easy. Her chin lifted. “And you have to take me.”

“Always,” he promised her.

Then he thrust into her. Thick. Full. Hot. He withdrew, plunged deep, and set them on a fast and hard rhythm. She didn’t try to stop her climax this time. She let herself go. Trusted Victor completely. The pleasure hit her and she couldn’t even cry out his name. She was lost, so swept away, so free—

And he was with her. He shuddered against her and bellowed Zoe’s name. She stared up at him and saw the pleasure flash on his face. So much pleasure.

The same soul-searing climax that she felt.

***

“Zoe.” Victor stroked her cheek. She was in bed with him. Her body so soft and relaxed. She’d slept in his arms. He’d stayed awake, wanting to hold her close always.