This was it. The moment she’d both longed for and dreaded simultaneously. Her heart hammered in her chest as she glanced at the large bed, then turned back to stare at him. Ben tugged at the towel she held around her, letting it fall to the floor. Then he grabbed her by the waist, lifting her so that her legs wrapped around him.
“Now,” he growled taking her mouth in a hungry kiss, tongue and teeth included.
The initial thrust was so quick, so potent, Victoria gasped, her nails digging deep into the skin of his shoulders. He waspumping before she could take her next breath and all she could do was sigh and hold on. When he finally let her fall back on the bed her thighs were quivering, chest heaving. She reached for him immediately and he was there again, planted firmly inside her so perfectly she might even begin to believe they were meant to be together.
He moved slow, plunging deeper, holding her tighter than Victoria had ever been held before. In return, she held onto him unwilling to let go of this foreign feeling coursing through her body. Her legs lifted of their own accord and he reached back to lock them just above his hips. Pushing up slightly he changed the angle of his entrance and proceeded to drive her delirious with desire. It was when she felt herself slipping, the control she normally kept on a tight rein drifting slowly but surely out of her reach, that he said her name.
“Victoria.” It was gruff and beautiful and her walls contracted around his shaft in response. “Open your eyes and look at me. I want you to see what you do to me. See how much fuckin’ good it’s gonna feel when I come inside you.”
The words didn’t make sense to her, hadn’t been words she’d heard before. None of that meant she was going to ignore his request. She couldn’t, especially not since each word he’d spoken had drenched her in heat. Wrapped her in a sense of ownership and security all at the same time. She stared up at him, immediately seeing his need for her reflecting in the bunch of his brow, the tightness of his jaw as he frowned down at her. Not in anger or distaste. No, this was definitely a look of reverence, a touch of disbelief, but filled with pleasure. Joy and desire overwhelmed her in that moment. His thighs tensed as he pushed deeper inside of her, filling her, completing her. She gasped and let go, let all her worries and inhibitions where this man was concerned drift happily away on the tidal wave that culminated in a fantastic orgasm. Moments and several blissfulthrusts later, he followed suit with a pained expression on his face, a gasp and a deeply moaned, “Fuucck!”
Chapter 12
Ben
“The letter looks just like mine,” Ben told Noah as he talked on his phone in the hallway just outside his bedroom.
Victoria was still asleep in his bed.
He’d done just as he promised and made love to her all night long. It was almost dawn when they’d both admitted getting some sleep might be a good idea since they had work in a few hours. But Ben hadn’t slept. He’d held her in his arms and waited until her breathing had steadied and he was sure she rested before slipping out of bed to call Noah.
“I don’t like you keeping evidence at your place,” Noah told him. “Maybe you should bring them down here.”
He shook his head even though he knew his longtime friend couldn’t see him. “There’s a leak at the station, Noah. You know that. How else did Vega’s men show up at every location the cops tried to hide Alayna Jonas? He’s got cops on payroll as well as politicians.”
“You keep saying that which leads me to believe you’re holding something back. What really happened between Vega and the Congressman?” Noah asked for about the millionth time in the last couple of weeks.
Ben squeezed the bridge of his nose. “I’m not talking about the Congressman’s murder. I’m talking about Vega killing Ebony and now turning his attention to Victoria. I won’t let him touch her!” He’d been trying to keep his voice down, but his emotions were fierce.
“Don’t forget he’s got himself a little fixation with you as well. I gotta tell you, Ben, it doesn’t make sense to me. Why’s Vega so intent on getting to you?”
“Because I didn’t take his case,” Ben replied.
“That can’t be all,” was Noah’s retort.
And he was right, Ben thought with an inward sigh. He wasn’t telling Noah everything and the biggest reason was guilt, plain and simple.
“Look, you can take her letter to dust for prints but I doubt you’ll find any but mine and hers. Then I want it back to keep with mine.” The one he had locked in the safe beneath the bar in his dining room.
“And then what? Either she has to get a conviction or we need to get some concrete evidence to bring this bastard down.”
“Or I could just kill him,” Ben said and was struck by how serious that statement was for him.
“You’re not a killer,” Noah replied seriously.
Ben inhaled deeply. “I’ll do whatever it takes, Noah. Whatever it takes to keep her safe.”
“That’s my job. You just tell her to win this damned case.”
The reply was emphatic and Ben wanted nothing more than to relay it to Victoria just that way. But because he was an attorney as well, because he knew the case was only as good as the jury panel selected, he wouldn’t say that to her, wouldn’t put that kind of pressure on her.
“I’ll drop the letter off to your house after work,” Ben told him.
“Actually, I think it might look better if I picked it up from another location. If he’s watching her, he’s watching you. Let’s not give anybody any unnecessary ammunition. How about you take it to your cousin and I’ll stop by his office to retrieve it.”
“Sure. I can do that.” That would lead to more questions, but at this point, Ben didn’t give a damn.
Trent was no fool, he knew Ben was keeping something from him as well, something that involved this case. It was only a matter of time before his cousin pushed for the answers he wanted, or simply went out and found them himself. Hell, knowing Trent, he’d probably already started to look for the answers on his own. A fact Ben knew would lead to even more trouble.
