Hot Pursuit - Denise A. Agnew [35]
She hadn’t wanted to move since the last time he’d taken her. She flushed remembering it even now. His body had thrust inside her relentlessly. Hard. Strength behind each silken movement. Yet her body had wanted it, craved it, screamed for more. Her mind had begged, had wanted to utter the words to force him over the edge, make him free her climax. And to her relief he’d given her that release. She had screamed, her voice raw with stunned pleasure. She’d never felt an orgasm so strong. It had shaken her to the roots. In the panting, shaking aftermath, she wondered if their time would prove a dream. A dream that could be taken from her at any moment.
“Okay?” Vic’s voice rumbled close to her ear, and she jumped a bit in surprise.
She laughed and rubbed his forearm curled just under her breasts. “I thought you were asleep.”
“I was lying here thinking I’m the luckiest damn man in the world.” He cupped her breast for a second, then returned to her waist. She shivered in pleasure. His voice rasped, thick with just-surrendered sleep. “I don’t want this to end.”
The shiver that took her this time was filled with a sweet contentment so full and delicious she didn’t think it could be real. She couldn’t speak. Her body ached with it, wanted to open to his again in the most primitive way she could. Everything about this man had stolen her ability to resist. Hardness rippled as he shifted behind her, muscles like steel reminding her how incredibly strong he was. She moved in his arms until he released her and she turned toward him. Gazing at him in the low light, she took in his familiar features with a new wonder. Carved from stone, he had had a harshness, a uniqueness that wouldn’t have allowed him to win a male modeling contract. But of all the men who’d posed for the charity calendar in Clarksville, none of them could compete for sheer alpha masculinity. At least she didn’t think so. His eyes seemed to darken as he looked at her, his mouth a carnal line of seduction. His eyebrows were sardonic wings, his hair cut so short it didn’t interfere or cover those sharp angles. With arms carved like granite, a chest covered with just enough hair to scream uber-male, and ridges of muscles that proved his prowess—hell, no woman on earth could deny his attractiveness. Not unless she was short a few brain cells.
Yet there was something more that defined him, gave Vic the alpha advantage other men didn’t often possess.
He kissed her neck. “You’re killin’ me here. Am I coming on too strong?”
She laughed softly. Sliding her hand up his solid forearm and biceps, she savored her body’s reaction. Sweet. Hot. Wanting more.
“No. You aren’t coming on too strong. If anything, it’s me. I think maybe I’m the one who’s feeling too much.”
“Feeling too much?” His voice stayed quiet, undemanding.
She swallowed hard, well aware that her heart could be broken in a minute if he rejected her. “I’m thinking this is all a dream, and if I go into the next room and come back, you’re going to dissolve.”
He kissed her forehead. “I’m not going anywhere. You can trust me.”
She did. More than anyone she’d known. She held back what she wanted to say.
I’m falling for you, Vic.
No. She couldn’t say that to someone who’d been an old acquaintance a few days ago. She just couldn’t. Instead she said, “Since we’re stuck here, what do you want to do?”
“Stay here in bed and talk.”
For the next two hours, they told each other things they’d never told another person. No deep secrets, no horrific revelations, only things they had never wanted to share before. While outside the blizzard howled, a dangerous beast, it cloaked them in a warm softness she embraced. Soon, more secrets tumbled forth.
“Why did you decide to join the army?” she asked, wanting to know everything about him.
He smoothed his lips over her nose. “My father was in