Mission: Impossible to Deny (The Impossible Mission Romantic Suspense Series Book 7) - Jacki Delecki (great novels of all time txt) 📗

She turned, and he stared, mouth open. His brain and body freeze might be a sign of a stroke. Her beautiful, round breasts were in a skimpy, barely-there halter.

“You remember your promise?” She waggled her eyebrows in imitation of him.

Promise? What was she talking about? His genius brain was like scrambled eggs. He couldn’t form a thought or word if he tried. All the blood for his brain had gone south. His body was hot and hard.

“You promised to stay in your lane unless I asked nicely. I’m not asking … but if you beg, maybe just maybe, I’ll let you in my lane.”

She dove into the pool with perfect grace and didn’t emerge until she reached the end of the pool.

He had no pride. He’d beg. He’d grovel. He’d do anything to catch her. And when he did …

He ran to the edge and dove in.

Darcy was a strong swimmer, and she already had finished the lap and was heading toward him. He waited, and when she was in reaching distance, he lunged underneath her. She anticipated his move, turned rapidly, and swam away from him. She had a lot more maneuverability with her tiny frame, but strength and size were on his side. And his drive to capture her.

He grabbed her ankle and hauled her back, watching her fight against his hold. He had to touch her, run his hands over all those soft contours. She twisted underwater and slipped away. Her escape only heightened his arousal to claim her. He picked up his speed, and this time, she wouldn’t get away.

So near, he swam past her, staying in his lane. It took all his discipline to stick to his plan when she was within reaching distance. But he was determined to outsmart this very smart woman. He rolled through a flip turn at the end of the pool and swam back toward her. It took every cell of resolve to not touch and do another lap. He wanted her to let down her guard, and then he’d catch her. But when she glided past him, he lost all his resolve; he accelerated, his strong strokes cutting through the water. He grasped her calf, his large hand covering the sleek muscle. He never felt more grateful for his size and strength.

He dragged her toward him. His heart and breath hurtled with his burst of energy as the glistening woman wrestled against his grip. She flipped over and kicked him hard in the chest with her other foot. He tugged her closer, searching her face for clues whether she was still enjoying the game. She had thrown down the gauntlet, and like any breathing male, he took up the challenge. Did she desire the sparring to end the way he did?

Her green eyes brightly glimmered in the moonlight. As he tugged her near, she wrapped her legs around his torso and sat up, connecting them chest to chest. Her muscular legs molded tightly.

The sensation of her full, hot breasts against his chest made his knees almost buckle. His throbbing dick was pressed against her soft mound as his hands caressed her ass. He was building to blow just by groping her sumptuous ass. He dragged himself back from the precipice. He wanted to make this good for her.

He brushed away the lock that covered her one eye—silky as he had imagined. He stared into her eyes. Their jagged breaths mingled, as did their speeding hearts.

“Is this what you want?” He flexed his hips, bringing his dick against her entrance. He was one skimpy layer away from thrusting into her and taking them both to nirvana.

“Believe it or not, I came out to swim, not to seduce you. But you …”

Her long, red-tinged lashes sparkled with water droplets, as did the pale skin of her cleavage. He wanted to lick every drip.

“You … you make me violate all my rules.” Her teeth clamped on her plump lower lip.

“I’m so glad to hear that we’re in the same place … since I’ve never had this response to a woman before.”

She laughed, her breasts jiggling in the little top that he wanted to rip off. She lifted herself and pushed against his erection. “First time. Now that’s just sad at your age.”

He roared. The deep laughter filled the empty spaces around his heart with joy. “For that, you’re going to pay.”

“Bring it on, Hewitt. I can handle anything you have.”

She reached down and gripped him hard. He throbbed against her tiny hands. Red sparks shot before his eyes, and pleasure rolled down his spine, straight to his balls. He was going to lose it before he got to taste and enjoy every wet inch of Darcy Wilson.

He moved quickly to shallower water where he could stand, but where they would still be underwater. He was steaming hot, but he didn’t want Darcy to get chilled. And treading water was a distraction when he wanted his focus only on the gorgeous woman, a living dream, in his arms.

Resting against the edge of the pool, he couldn’t stop squeezing her ass between his palms as he searched under the thong. Darcy gasped and rubbed her chest against him as his long finger stroked along her swollen vulva. He circled her bud, feeling it swell and thicken under his touch.

Aroused, Darcy started to ride him, moving up and down. The friction of her voluptuous breasts against his chest, and her mound against his dick, was pushing him right to the edge. He didn’t want a quick fuck for their first time together. He wanted to take her nice and slow and savor what a lucky bastard he was that this smart and sensual woman had come to his bed.

 Her face was flushed and her movements more frantic. She was ready to detonate, and he wanted his mouth on her breasts when she did.

She groaned in distress when he stopped touching her to release her halter. He lifted her wet, heavy, and full breasts.