Loves Redemption by Kimberly Terry (best novels to read in english .TXT) 📗

go to bed? I’m sure you’ve got a busy day

tomorrow, and so do I with this FBI agent,” he told her as he helped her to her feet.

“I know Fridays are kind of hectic for you, so why don’t I bring him by Imani House and

you can meet him there.” Mark wrapped his arms around her waist as she stood in front of her bathroom mirror.

“That’s fine. I’ll be out of the House for a meeting in the morning, but I’ll return in the afternoon for the rest of the day. Call me when you’re ready to come by.”

As she’d begun to speak, he opened the front of her robe and had insinuated his hands

inside. He cupped her breasts as he stared at their dual images reflected in the mirror as he caressed her.

He took her erect nipples between his thumb and forefinger, and lightly pinched it until

she arched her back, a moan escaping her parted lips. “Mark…”

She loved when he played with her breasts, and in the mirror she watched him toy with

her nipples, making them stand out in stiff peaks as he kissed his way down the side of her throat.

He eased the robe down her shoulders until it pooled in a heap around her feet. Turning

her around, he picked her up and strode back into the bedroom where he deposited her on the bed.

He made quick work out of taking off his pants, his eyes never leaving hers. He turned

off the bedside light and came to lie beside her on the bed.

“I’m happy you’re a part of my life. If you ever are in doubt about anything, please ask

me, and we can talk about it. Don’t run away from me again or assume the worst--okay?” he

pleaded in a voice grown rough with arousal.

“I’m trying,” she whispered against his throat. She could barely think with his big hands

roaming over her bared skin, his touch electric on her breasts.

“You have to know how serious I am about you,” he told her moments before his hot

mouth found her breasts. She wrapped both of her arms around his neck, her hands coming to

rest at the base of his neck. She tangled her fingers in his sable curls as he continued his intimate torture. “And you also have to know I’m not playing some game with you,” he said and pulled away from her heaving breast to look down at her.

“I know you aren’t. I feel the same way.” She didn’t like his distance from her, and sat

up, so they were facing one another. She took his face between her hands, her eyes searching his in the dim lit-room; the only light came shining from the moon. But the dimness of the room couldn’t hide the way his beautiful dark blue eyes were staring at her with such hot intensity. She had to close her eyes in order to breathe.

When she opened them again, a smile played around the edges of his sensual mouth, and

she leaned forward to kiss him.

His mouth immediately took over, fastening on hers in long drugging kisses before he

wrapped his arms around her and fell back to the bed with their bodies facing.

Mark was everywhere. Moments before he was gentle and sweet, now his body covered

hers as he molded himself to her. She felt his erection on her thigh and moved closer for better access to the long thick length of him.

“Oh God baby, oh God, I can’t get enough of you. I need you. Now,” he said, and his

fingers found her clitoris.

She nearly died on the spot from the feel of him teasing her, making her crazy, wanting,

no, needing to have him buried deep inside of her. As she pushed against his hand, he lifted her bottom and impaled her on his engorged penis.

“Mark!” she screamed, her breath ending on a long keen.

“This is the real deal,” he grunted, his breathing ragged, as his hands held her still to

receive his plunges deep within her body. He took her hard and fast, the time for slow and gentle long passed. The feel of her tight sweet pussy gripping his cock made him grit his teeth, as he buried himself in her as far as he could.

Her velvet walls opened and closed in welcome over him as he pumped relentlessly into

her. He pushed them both outside their previous limits, testing to see how far they could go beyond ecstasy. When he felt the first signs of her body rippling, followed by her long keen as she released, it drove his mind and body over the edge.

“Maya!” With a harsh groan he delivered two more tight, hard, corkscrew thrusts as he

called her name. He released long and hard, his orgasm so prolonged he knew he’d died from the pleasure.

Mark held them in the same position for long minutes, not ready to give up the spiritual

connection their physical connection had given them. Their racing hearts calmed and he stroked a shaking hand gently over her soft curls. “You have to know this isn’t a game, Maya,” he

whispered against her temple, as she lay exhausted in his arms.

CHAPTER 22

Mark had just sat at his desk with a steaming cup of coffee in his hand, when Lieutenant

Hernandez called out for him and Jordan.

“Detectives could the two of you meet me in the conference room? And Detective

Halstan could you please bring in any notes you’ve compiled with Dr. Richardson? Thank you, gentlemen,” he said before heading toward the conference room ahead of them.

Mark and Jordan filed into the conference room at the end of the hall once they’d

gathered their notes. Inside the room, Lieutenant Hernandez sat at one end of the long scarred mahogany table, his back to the door, while Agent Montgomery sat on the other end with his

back to the wall facing them as they entered.

Mark noticed, both times he’d seen him, the agent’s body