Hot Pursuit: Hot Zone, Book 5 by Denise A. Agnew Read Free Book Online Page A

button and then zipper. It wouldn’t cooperate.
    He groaned. “Let me get that.”
    Vic made short work of the button and zipper, then stood waiting for her response. Her eyelids went half-mast, and he knew that look instinctively. She wasn’t a virgin, but she hadn’t approached a man like this, hadn’t tried to be this assertive when it came to sex. Eight months of celibacy worked on his patience. One part of him wanted to grab her up, kiss her until she went limp with compliance, then throw her over his shoulder and carry her off. It brimmed in his blood, screamed for him to do just that.
     
    Lucy stared at Vic’s glorious torso and his open pants and thought she’d die. She’d never seen a more beautiful man. His wide shoulders and powerful arms turned her on. His chest, finely sculpted, was sprinkled with dark hair that trailed down his six-pack down into his pants. His white briefs peeked out of his jeans, and she licked her lips. She had to be looking at him like he was dessert. God, she hoped he was dessert. She was so damned hungry. Her body literally throbbed. More than that, his gaze burned steady upon her, clear, staggering desire telegraphed in his expression.
    He held his hand out to her, and before she could speak, he asked, “Bedroom?”
    “Down the hall, last door on the left.”
    He lifted her into his arms. A little gasp escaped her throat. Her arm slipped around his neck. “Whoa.”
    In the low light, Lucy could still see his grin. “Whoa?”
    “I’m…impressed.” She gave her silly side full reign while her libido fired into super-hot action. “Muscles. You have so many damn muscles.”
    He chuckled as he walked down the dimly lit hall. “The army requires that I work out.”
    “It looks wonderful on you. Me…I’ve been lucky lately if I get any weight lifting in.” God, don’t babble. You’re acting like a nervous teenager. Okay, so maybe she was nervous.
    He grunted softly, a sound so ruthlessly virile it stirred her blood. “You’re beautiful. I’ve never seen anyone so damned beautiful.”
    She wanted to claim that he flattered her, but the hot, soft way he said it sounded completely sincere. Her nipples felt tight and achy beneath the bra—she couldn’t wait to get out of it, to feel his body against hers, to learn each inch of his glorious form. Wet heat filled her center. His skin was warm, silk over steel. She slid her palm up the back of his neck. A night light in the hallway illuminated the bedroom enough to show them in soft relief.
    “Remember, if you want to stop, tell me.” As he drew her into his arms, Vic’s slightly gruff voice puffed near her ear.
    “I don’t want to stop.”
    He kissed her ear, his voice a rough growl. “Good.”
    Shivers of delight coursed over her body, and she shook with excitement. This was really happening. Now. Perhaps it should have felt wrong to make love like this, but something inside her said this coming together should have occurred ages ago. They had a second chance to connect, to find what they’d been denied when very young. They hadn’t discovered sex at an immature age, and now the pieces were coming together.
    Vic cupped her face, and in those eyes she saw such gentleness mixed with sexual need. How could a man be this exciting, this alpha, and still possess tenderness inside him?
    Without another word, he urged her to the bed. They rolled over the plush royal blue velvet quilt, passion taking them to higher and higher levels. He cupped her bottom, squeezing gently. Vic rolled and came up on top. He pressed his erection to her sweet spot. She groaned, her breath stolen by pleasure. Her excitement burned high, and she didn’t think it would take much. She gasped, fingers clenching his shoulders.
    He kissed her forehead. “Like that?”
    “Do I like it? God, yes.”
    He chuckled softly, his breath coming quickly. “Me too.”
    His rhythm stayed steady, each stroke bringing her higher. She arched, trying to match