“It will be one little pinch of pain and then so much pleasure.” She chuckled softly at the realizationshewas the one reassuring him. “I want you inside me, Hunter.” She reached up to curl her fingers about and then stroke his jutting cock. “I want that now.”
He grimaced. “Much more of that and I’m going to comebeforeI’m inside you.” He removed her fingers and replaced them with his own before guiding the bulbous tip to the entrance to Zoey’s channel. “Ready?” His voice sounded strained.
Zoey watched the silver flames in his eyes as they turned to red and then a bright gold. “I love you, Hunter.”
His expression immediately calmed. “I love you too, Zoey. My mate.”
Zoey was right. It was a twinge of pain, followed by a fullness, a feeling of completion as she grasped hold of Hunter’s shoulders and he began to thrust inside her, igniting nerve endings of ecstasy she hadn’t known existed.
“Come with me, Zoey,” he rasped. “Come with me now!” he instructed as his cock began to throb and his release pulsed into her channel.
Zoey’s climax wasn’t only bone-deep, it was light and color, and a feeling of finally belonging.
With Hunter.
With her mate.
“You were right,” she murmured sleepily minutes later, after Hunter had been to the bathroom and brought back a warm wet cloth to clean them both, Zoey now drifting to sleep in his arms. “Absolute ecstasy.”
“Absolute,” Hunter confirmed gruffly.
CHAPTER TWELVE
“Any luck finding him?”
Hunter’s fingers paused on the keyboard on the desk in front of him, but he didn’t—couldn’t—answer Zoey for several long seconds.
Mainly because he had been immediately distracted by having Zoey lean against him, once again wearing his T-shirt, as she looked over his shoulder at the three computer screens in front of him. She also smelled of him, of both their mingled scents.
Having Zoey near, touching him, increased his need to claim her as his mate. But he could also appreciate how, after their night of lovemaking, she now felt completely at ease touching him.
She looked tousled and well-loved this morning. No doubt because that’s exactly what she was and always would be.
Theirnormallovemaking last night had been beyond anything Hunter had ever experienced before. He knew that their mating was going to be even more profound.
Which, hopefully, could happen once they had dealt with Wallis. “I still haven’t been able to find any evidence of a helicopter landing, or the whereabouts of Wallis himself.”
“Then maybe he isn’t still in England?”
Hunter turned to look at her. “Do you have a reason for thinking that?”
“I’m not sure.” Zoey grimaced. “On those occasions Edgar disappeared for several days at a time, I had always assumed he was in London on business. But what if he wasn’t? What if Edgar has another home, another life, somewhere else, possibly even in another country?”
“Hell!” Hunter swore softly under his breath, intending to start looking into that possibility immediately. Zoey’s hand on his shoulder, her fingers digging into his flesh, stopped him. “What is it?”
“What is that you’re looking at right now?” She frowned at the columns of numbers he had on the screen in front of him.
Hunter released a ragged but controlled breath before answering her honestly. “These were your father’s bank accounts.”
She looked at him in surprise. “My father has been dead for twelve years.”
“But his accounts were archived.”
“And just how did you get into the bank’s system to look at those archived accounts? No, more importantly,whyare you looking at them?” She removed her hand to instinctively—whether she knew it or not—fold her arms protectively about her waist.
How did Hunter explain his feelings of disquiet after searching more deeply had revealed the manner in which Wallis had become Zoey’s guardian?
Of how, the first chance he had, Hunter had felt compelled to look into those details? Zoey remaining in a deep sleep after he had woken up at five o’clock this morning had given him both the time and opportunity to do that.
