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that. He should keep his hands off her but—
    His fingers trailed over her cheek. Slowly, carefully, his hand moved down. His index finger slid over her plump lower lip. Her lips were parted, just a bit and…his breath left him in a fast whoosh.
    She just licked my finger.
He’d felt the quick, wet lick of her tongue on his finger. His dick immediately hardened for her. Hardened even more…because he’d been aroused for her before he even climbed into the bed.
    “Are we going to keep pretending?” Zoe asked him. When she spoke, her lips moved against his finger and he felt the light caress of her tongue again.
    “Pretending?” He wanted her mouth beneath his. Wanted to feel that sexy pink tongue of hers on so many other parts of his body.
    Her hand rose and pressed to his chest. He’d ditched his shoes, socks, coat and shirt—and he was wearing just his jeans. So when her hand reached out, her fingers pressed directly to his skin.
    “You’re warm,” Zoe murmured.
    Her touch seemed to burn straight to his core.
    “I know you want me.”
    The woman was dead-on with that statement. Wanted her. Was insane for her. Wanted to strip her and fuck her all night long.
    “I also know you’ve been staying hands off. Probably because you’re the agent in charge. Mr. Law-Abiding. You don’t break rules.” Her hand slid lightly over his chest. “You don’t cross lines.”
    There were plenty of lines he wanted to cross with her. So many that the woman would need a safe word.
    “So I’m not going to pretend that I can’t tell you want me.” Her hand dipped a little lower.
Sweet hell.
“And I won’t pretend that I don’t want you, too.”
    His racing heartbeat thundered in his ears.
    “The truth is…I’ve wanted you for a while, Victor.”
    She was shattering his control with every low, husky word.
    “I’ve thought about you. Dreamed about you. Been pissed as all hell with you but…I want you. I always do.”
    Her fingers were on one of his scars. Those freaking scars littered his body. Marks from gunshots. Knife wounds. His time on the streets. He’d always carry those reminders.
    Zoe didn’t seem repulsed by his scars. Her fingers were so warm and soft against him.
    “So I’m telling you how I feel. Exactly how I feel…and now it’s your turn.”
    His turn?
    “Do we keep playing by the rules, Victor? Or do we cross some lines?”
    “Zoe…” Just saying her name was hard. Desire beat in his blood and his voice came out as a rough growl. “Be very careful…”
    “Why? I’ve tried being careful. It still got me on hit lists. My time is slipping away—”
    The hell it was.
    “Inches. I was inches away from death tonight. Seems like a real damn shame. To want you this way and to never get to feel—”
    He kissed her. He lunged toward her, closed that distance between them, and took her mouth. There was no finesse from him. No careful seduction. He just took because the last thread of his self-control had been shredded by her words.
    I’ve wanted her for too long. To want her, and not to have her…
    He was changing the rules. Crossing the line. And he didn’t care. All that mattered to Victor right then—Zoe.
    Tasting her. Claiming her. Taking her.
    Forgetting the fear, banishing that shit. Focusing on the passion. The lust that blazed white-hot.
    He rolled her onto her back. He was so glad he’d slipped the clerk an extra fifty to make sure they were in a room with damn clean bedding. Though he wished their first time together was somewhere else.
    A fancy hotel. A beach. Some snow-covered inn.
    Some place romantic, though he wasn’t normally the romantic sort. He just—Victor wanted it for her.
    She caught his lower lip and bit it lightly.
    Fucking yes.
    Her hands slid over him. Pushed down to the top of his jeans. She was fumbling with the button and the zipper, and—
    “Baby, not yet.” His breath sawed out of his lungs. “You put your hands on my cock, and I’ll be lost.”
    She