Hart To Hart (29 page)

Ellie nodded. Rattled, she followed Wendy inside. Still shaking, Ellie made her way over to the counter and sat down. “That poor woman. She was minding her own business and the next thing she’s being slammed into the intersection.”

Wendy shook her head. “Shit happens. You follow the rules, and bad stuff still goes down.”

“You got that right.”

Wendy shook her head. “Virginia just isn’t safe like it used to be.”

For the rest of the evening, those words resonated with Ellie. Maybe it wouldn’t matter where she lived; some thug who’d never heard of Vic Hart could come after her. Wendy was right. Sometimes, bad shit comes when you least expect it.

A little after ten, Ellie locked the gallery doors, and then she stepped into the back room where Wendy was shutting down the computers. “I’ve been thinking,” Ellie said.

Wendy looked up. “About what? You going to find out about that woman who was injured in the car wreck?” They’d watched the ambulance backboard the woman out.

“No. What do you think about me moving to Montana?”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

C
hristmas was in
four days, and yet Vic didn’t have the energy to do much shopping. He’d ordered a few things for Charlotte, but he had yet to decorate his home. He figured he’d pick up a spruce tree at Lander’s Lot tomorrow. By then, they’d be cheap.

A knock sounded on his door. He sighed. Hadn’t he told Sharon just to walk in? “Come on in.”

The door eased open and he glanced up. A woman in a trench coat, boots, and a hat pulled over her face strolled in. He stood. “May I help you?”

She raised her head and Vic’s heart sputtered. “El?” Was she a mirage? She had to be.

“I wanted to wish you a merry Christmas in person.”

“What are you doing here?” That didn’t come out right. “I mean, I never thought I’d see you again.”

She took off her hat and placed it on the chair in front of his desk. “You thought wrong.”

He had a million questions to ask her, but he couldn’t concentrate with her slowly undoing the tie around her waist. Once open, she slipped the top button through the slit, revealing nothing but skin. He didn’t dare move and chance ruining this miracle.

“I sent Sharon home, by the way,” she said. “We’re all alone.”

The ramifications had his cock threatening to jump out of his pants, but they needed to talk first. “How long can you stay?” Was this just a quick visit or had she decided she wanted to make a life with him?

Another button opened, exposing more bare chest. “I guess that depends on you.”

He wanted her to stay forever. “What do I have to say?”

She laughed. “How about saying nothing and just watching before I lose my nerve?”

He pressed his dry lips together and held up his palms in surrender. “I won’t stop you.”

I might die or make a fool of myself before you finish, though
. He adjusted his crotch, and then leaned against the desk to keep from tearing off that damned coat. She smiled and undid the next button. Only then did he notice her legs were bare and a bit red as if she were cold.

“Want me to turn up the heat for you?” He was sweating, but it wasn’t from the room temperature.

“I was hoping you’d heat me up.”

Kill me, now
. She was a vixen, a temptress, sent by his maker to do him in. “I can do that.” As he pushed off from the desk, she held up a palm.

“Stay there. I’ll be done in a minute.”

He licked his lips and rested against the corner. “I’m waiting.”

Her hands dropped lower and she undid the next button. The lapels fell open to reveal naked breasts. Vic trembled. Could this be happening? He pinched his arm and she laughed.

“If you’re thinking I’m not real, I assure you, I am.”

“Good to know.”

After undoing the last two buttons, the trench coat gaped open. Except for her knee-high boots, she was naked. Totally. Completely. Gloriously.

“May I help you out of that?” he asked with as much composure as he could muster.

She turned around. “Thank you.”

Vic pushed off from the desk and placed his hands on her shoulders. He never wanted to move away from her. Her gardenia scent invaded his mind and his heart. Wanting to keep the tension high and the romance strong, he lowered her coat down her arms. Once free, he walked over to the coat stand and hung it up. Inhaling, he turned around. If someone walked in the room right now and shot him in the heart, he’d die a happy man.

“You’re beautiful, but we have a problem.”

Her smile disappeared. “A problem?”

“Are you aware that nudity in public is illegal in Montana?”

She shook her head. Vic strode over to his desk, opened the drawer, and extracted a pair of cuffs he’d used back at the Bureau. He’d kept them as a keepsake. Now they’d serve a different purpose.

Striding up behind her, he gently pulled her arms back and cuffed her. “You are under arrest for public indecency.”

El twisted around to face him. “I’m so sorry, Agent Hart. Isn’t there something I can do to make you change your mind? I have so much to accomplish and can’t afford to go to jail.”

He stroked his chin. “While I change, I’ll think about it.”

Attempting to keep a straight face, he ditched his clothes as fast as was humanly possible.

“You’ve lost weight.” Concern filled her voice.

“I’ve missed you, El. So fucking much.” He wouldn’t break down. He’d gone through enough misery since she left to last a lifetime.

“Me, too. What are you going to do about it?” She tilted up her chin.

God, but he loved this woman. “Only thing I know—make love with you. I want you and need you more than you can imagine.” He’d gladly spend the rest of his life fighting off any man who came near her if it meant he could have her by his side. He’d been stupid to let her go.

Vic stepped close and placed his palms over her tightly budded nipples. She needed to get warm, and he knew just what to do to help.

El dropped back her head. “That feels so good. I want to grab your cock.”

“Which is one reason why you’re cuffed. One touch and I’ll explode.”

Vic leaned over, wrapped one arm around her waist and suckled on her tit. Passion and ecstasy collided. He needed this woman like he needed to breathe, but he didn’t want to assume she’d stay forever.

Once he licked and tugged on the other nipple, he swooped her up in his arms. She felt so right there. “What are you doing?” She giggled.

“Thought you’d be more comfortable on the desk.” He set her on the edge then placed his laptop on the ground. The rest of the stuff he swiped onto the floor.

She laughed. “You do take your job seriously, Mr. Hart.”

“That’s former Agent Hart to you.” Flirting and bantering did wonders for his soul. “Now spread ‘em.”

She scooted back to the middle of the desk and rested on her elbows. That position didn’t look comfortable so Vic grabbed his clothes, folded them, and placed them under her arms and butt. “Better?”

“Much.”

Vic pulled his client chair close to the desk and sat. “Now, for my feast. Don’t think about coming, or there will be dire consequences.”

She lowered her chin. “I bet if I were to suck on your cock, I could make you come.”

“I won’t lie. You could. Now lean back and let me enjoy you.”

“Can you take off the cuffs? I want to touch you.”

The metal cuffs couldn’t be comfortable, but having her touch him right now would be bad. He jumped up, retrieved the key from his drawer, and removed them. Not needing her to take too much control, he strode over to the rack, slipped the belt from the coat, and returned. “Sit up.”

“You’re mean, officer,” she replied doing as he asked with a delicious pout.

After he wrapped the material around her wrists, he tied it off in a bow. “Better?”

“Sort of. Once I pay my bail, you’ll be sorry.”

He laughed, the feeling so good he could taste it.

Dropping onto his chair, he slid forward and widened her legs. Her arousal lit up his libido to a dangerous level. As much as he wanted to bring her pleasure, his reward would be higher. His first lick had his dick turning to steel. How he was going to keep from coming, he didn’t know.

“I love your taste. I can’t get enough of you.” Vic practically buried his face against her pussy, sucking, licking, swirling.

“Yes.” She arched her back and groaned. “I need more.”

Vic obliged by delving two fingers into her wet channel and curling his fingers to locate her most sensitive spot. As soon as he hit it, she writhed and slid closer. “That’s it!” she crooned.

Heaven could never be this good. Her breathy pleas were too much for him. Vic stood. “I’m weak. I need you too much.”

With a quick tug, he took off her restraint. “Your bail has been posted, but don’t leave town.”

“Promise, Agent Hart. I’m staying.”

He wanted to shout for joy, but he had a few more pressing things to take care of. Standing between her legs, he drew her up to a sitting position and kissed the delicate plane of her neck then dragged his kisses up to her ear. “I’m glad you’re here,” he whispered.

“Show me.”

Vic cupped the back of her head and kissed her with every ounce of passion and love welling inside him. She was the woman he wanted, and he made a promise to do everything in his power not to mess it up. Their tongues darted in and out, exploring each other as if this was their first kiss. His lungs tightened in need of air, but it was El who leaned back.

“Let me show you what I want.”

The glint in her eye told him he was going to regret this. “Be my guest.”

*     *     *

Ellie had been
so scared to pull off a stunt like this, but the more she thought about it, the surer she was that she was doing the right thing. If Vic loved her like he said, then she wanted to give this relationship a try.

She hopped off the desk. “How about you sit up there?”

“Your mouth is the match to my kindling.”

She laughed. “I agree you might combust, but there’s nothing small about your stick.”

He cracked up. “Fine. Just be quick. I’ve been dreaming of having my cock in your pussy from the moment you told me goodbye.”

“Is that all I’m good for?” She didn’t really believe it, but his actions almost implied it.

Vic grabbed her to his chest. “No, sweetheart. You are my everything. It’s easier for me to express what I’m feeling when we make love.”

She leaned back. “Good, then let me express myself first.”

He groaned then smiled. As if he hadn’t been run off the road or shot, he sat on the edge, his feet touching the ground. “I’m ready for your magic.”

Ellie shoved the chair out of the way and bent over. Using her fingers, she dragged them up and down his length, alternating between hard and light.

“Grr. Touch him or lick him.”

“Patience.”

“Remember, turnabout is fair play.”

She rolled her eyes. “You can show me in a minute.”

Because she was so needy, Ellie placed her mouth on his cock and ran her tongue under the edge of the head. Sweet. Vic cupped her breasts and desire pooled between her legs. He wasn’t playing fair. Perhaps next time, she’d have to cuff him.

Drawing him into her mouth completely, she grabbed his cock hard. He hissed and squeezed her breast, sending chaos everywhere. Ellie had planned to take her time, to torment him, but in reality, she was the one who lacked discipline.

She stood. “Take me.”

In a flash, Vic was off the desk and standing behind her. “I can’t tell you how often I’ve dreamed of this moment in the last two weeks. I’ve relived every moment of lovemaking we’ve had over and over again.”

“So have I. Now if you wish to add a few more to your playlist, fuck me hard.”

He laughed. The joy in his voice stirred her deep love for him. She planted her palms on his desk and stuck out her ass. He rubbed each cheek with reverence. “Beautiful.”

“Vic Hart. I’m warning you. There will be plenty of time later to look and touch. Right now, I need you to put that large piece of wood you possess into my fire.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He pressed his cock against her entrance and wedged his way in.