Hart To Hart (8 page)

“Vic?” The whisper signaled her desire.

When El placed her hand on his, adrenaline and hormones slammed through him, robbing him of rational thought. With his good hand, he cupped the back of her head and drew her close, giving her every opportunity to tell him no. When her lids slightly lowered, he made his move. Christ, it was like he was fifteen again.

The second their lips touched, chaos washed over him. Hungry for her, he scooted closer and nipped at her bottom lip, praying she wouldn’t move away. Was this wise? Fuck no, but he couldn’t stop himself. He had to taste her, even if it was only one more time.

“We shouldn’t,” she panted between tastes.

“No, but I want you too much to stop.” He held his breath. El wasn’t drunk now. If she let him touch her, just a little, he’d be a happy man.

“You’re injured.”

He lifted his left arm enough to clasp her elbow. His shoulder was stiff but the pain was worth it. “Kiss me and I’ll show you how healthy I am.”

He teased open her lips, loving the mix of flavors from coffee to bacon. El groaned and he dove in. Sweetness surrounded him as he explored her familiar mouth. When she returned with a thrust of her own, his cock strained for release. He then lowered his right hand, clasped hers, and placed it on his cock. “I want you.”

She tightened her grip and he thought he’d burst right there. “We shouldn’t,” she whispered.

“You said that before and yet here we are.” If they discussed the pros of cons of what they were doing, she’d convince herself this wasn’t wise. Sometimes a man just needed to take control. “Take off your clothes and let me love you.”

She hesitated and his heart hitched. Vic stood to show her how amazing it could be between them. Without any sudden moves, he lowered his briefs with one hand. “My body is burned and scarred. I wish it were different, but it’s not.”

As soon as he stepped out of his shorts, she zeroed in on his fully-erect cock. When she licked her lips, he wanted to slam her against the wall and take her, but with El, he needed to be patient.

She ran a finger down his abs. “You look amazing. I’m the one who’s gotten fat.”

He’d lost weight but not much muscle. “You look better now. Sexier. More feminine.”

Her smile trembled. “You’re just saying that.”

He grabbed his cock with his right hand. “Does it look like I’m not attracted to you?”

“No.”

He nodded to her. “You need help getting naked?”

“Uh-huh.”

While he had a condom—an old one—in his wallet, he loved to go bareback. “I’ve been tested. I’m good if you are.”

Now she smiled. “You just hate to wear protection. If I recall that was how Charlotte was conceived.”

“Guilty.” Lying would serve no purpose. El’s fingers moved to the bottom of her shirt. She hesitated and he closed his eyes to garner some control. “Are you torturing me on purpose?”

“I’m scared.”

He opened his eyes. “Of me? That I’ll hurt you?”

She lowered her hands and leaned closer. “Of course not. Of disappointing you.”

His heart nearly cracked. “You could never disappoint me.” He crossed his heart, and then helped her with her shirt.

She swatted his hands away. “I have this.” El removed her top and let it drop to the ground.

He licked his lips. “Keep going, darling, but hurry. I’m not sure how long I can stand here and just watch.”

Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra then slowly lowered the straps. Time stood still. Her heavy breasts sagged, but they were so divine. “Christ, but you’re a sight for sore eyes.”

She smiled. “You don’t have to say something nice. I know what I look like.”

“No, you don’t.”

He didn’t need to hear one more negative word coming from her mouth. He wanted her naked. “Take off your shoes.”

Her fingers trembled as she unlaced her boots. Seeing her breasts sway made him grab his cock and pump once. She glanced up. “What are you doing?”

“Waiting patiently.”

She lowered her head again, but not before he caught her smile. After she kicked off her boots and removed her socks, she stood, lowered her jeans then stepped out of them. His mouth turned dry. She ran a finger across the top of her panties. “Do you want to do the honors?”

He couldn’t respond if he wanted to. He moved within inches of her then dropped to his knees on the floor. As much as he needed to impale her right there for his own satisfaction, he wanted to bring her pleasure more. Vic carefully eased her panties to her thighs and inhaled her scent. Home, happiness, and contentment assaulted him—all three helping to erase every ache and pain he’d ever endured.

His eyes must have glazed over or something because El stepped back and finished taking off her panties. “Lick me,” she demanded.

He glanced up. “You aren’t in control anymore. I say when I lick you.” Which was right now. Vic reached out and drew her closer.

“You always were such a control freak.” She smiled.

“Don’t deny it. You loved it.”

Wanting to drive her crazy, he cupped her pussy and slipped a finger into her dampness. She moaned, and as her fingers dug into his scalp, she tried to close her thighs.

“None of that. Spread your legs wide and let me take you to heaven and back.”

“Oh, yeah.”

Chapter Seven

E
llie should just
get dressed and insist Vic crawl into bed, but damn it if he wasn’t turning her inside out. Tomorrow, she’d put distance between them but right now, she wanted to forget. Forget someone was after her, forget all the disappointment she’d gone through with this frustrating man, but most of all forget how happy she had been all those years ago. They were different people now, and she didn’t need any more temptation.

Then why did his breath on her inner thighs still ramp up her desire like nothing else? She needed to just let go for once and enjoy.

For the sake of her sanity, she would—this one time. The tension and pressure from these last months had made her desperate for some inner peace. Needing this release, she bent her knees, hoping he’d explore higher, but damn him, he didn’t. She understood his game. He wanted her to beg—but she wouldn’t. That would give him too much power.

Vic looked up. “Do you still like to have your sweet little clit played with?”

“Bastard.”

“I’ll take that to be a yes.” He grinned, leaned forward, and swiped his tongue around the outside of her clit, never touching the sensitive nub.

Knowing that one lick could send her toward her climax, she snarled. “I can hurt you, you know.”

He laughed. “Even with one good arm, I could take you. Wanna try?”

No. She didn’t want to chance injuring him further. “How about I suck on your cock since you don’t seem interested in taking care of me?” They always used to banter and challenge each other. It was their unique form of foreplay.

He shook his head and pried open her lower lips with his thumb and forefinger. Ripples of lust tripped up her spine as his tongue gently massaged her sensitive flesh. “Yes, oh, yes.”

She clenched her hands and dropped back her head. She wanted it harder.

Vic chuckled. Damn him. He always could bring her to her knees. Too bad the man had the willpower of ten men. At least he did when they were together. Since his extended stay in the hospital last year due to his burns, had he even had sex? Would he be weaker when she clamped down hard on his dick? She hoped so.

Vic stood, his body touching hers. “I want to taste every inch of you.”

His lips captured hers before she could respond. His right palm splayed across her back, his fingers curling against her spine. All thoughts of teasing him flew out of her head. Their tongues dueled, and with each thrust, her need grew. His cock pressed against her belly, making her wish he were inside her.

She broke the kiss. “Take me. It’s now or never.”

Throwing down the gauntlet was more artful foreplay, but Vic was different now. Did he still like it when their wills battled? Keeping his gaze on her, he backed her up until she was pressed against the outside door. The way he moved was feral and primitive.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he commanded.

She loved when he took control. Ellie looped her arms around his neck and hooked her right leg at his waist. The added weight would make it hard to jump up. “A little help, please?”

He smiled and cupped her ass. “My pleasure.”

With her back pressed against the wall he boosted her up with his knee and right hand. God, but he was strong. As much as it was wrong to think back to any of her lovers at this moment, she was positive none of them had been powerful enough to lift her like that.

Vic spun around and placed his back against the wall. She leaned back, hoping he’d be enticed by her breasts. Vic used to dote on them.

“God, but you are a vision.” He leaned over, and when he nabbed her nipple between his teeth, streaks of pleasure shot every which way. An unintentional moan escaped. It wasn’t that her sex life sucked, it was that Vic had spoiled her all those years ago.

Biting gently, he swirled his tongue in circles, and anticipation soared through her. Ellie pressed her feet against his thighs, lifted up, and then leaned back a few more inches to align her pussy to the tip of his cock. The pressure on her wet opening made her desperate for him.

Vic shifted his attention to her other breast. This time she leaned closer, pressing her breast hard against his mouth. He moaned then twisted and twirled the tip until she couldn’t take the waiting any longer.

“I need your cock.”

He let go of the tip. “You begging me to fuck you?”

She swore she’d never beg, but the overwhelming urge to have him consumed her. “Yes.”

“You sure you can handle it?”

Why was he drawing this out? She’d made love with Vic for years. “You’ll have to try me out and see.”

Desiring to help, she reached between her legs, grabbed his dick, and placed her pussy over the head. Before he could move, she plunged down.

Holy shit. Even his eyes opened in surprise. She’d forgotten how thick he was. Her eyes watered and her pussy pulsed. And that was from his cock being inside her only half way.

“Fuck, you feel good.” Vic withdrew an inch then edged his way in again. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Emotionally or physically? What she wouldn’t have given if he’d held those beliefs before he went undercover with the FBI. “You won’t.” Only because she was slicker than rain on glass.

He slid his hand up her back and drew her closer as he glided into her wet channel. Her inner walls stretched, but with it brought a myriad of emotions and erotic sensations that electrified every inch of her body. Ellie shut down the analytical part of her brain and thrilled to the joy beating around her heart. She took the lead, and when she engulfed as much of him as she could, her pussy throbbed.

“Kiss me,” he said. He closed his eyes and parted his lips.

She’d never seen Vic this vulnerable before, but she liked this new side to him. Like a tide’s response to the nearing moon, she was drawn to him. She darted her tongue in his mouth, loving each lick and twist. It was as if he was her air and she had to have him to live.

He cupped one cheek and pounded into her. When his cock reached the end, she had to break the kiss. Ellie gulped in a breath as her arousal coiled, ready to explode.

Wanting to make this last as long as possible, she leaned back once more and offered him her breasts.

“You know my weakness.” Vic pounced again, licking and sucking until her whole body caught fire.

She was close to the edge. Just as she was about to lift up again, Vic lowered her to the ground.

“I didn’t come.” She sounded childish, but the depravation alarmed her. He didn’t dare stop now.

He switched places with her. “Turn around and plant your hands on the wall. That way my cock can enjoy your creamy pussy, and my fingers can love your luscious tits.”

When had he turned so sentimental? She wouldn’t complain. His cock always went in deeper when she bent over. She assumed the position and spread her legs wide. When Vic’s muscled chest pressed against her back, she absorbed his heat.