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

him. Suckling her was another addiction he might have for life. A primitive neanderthal, he wanted to be the only man ever to see her, touch her, taste her honeyed nipples.

Darcy whimpered and opened her legs. He switched to her other breast, sucking hard.

He skimmed his hand down, caressing the rounded curve of her hip. He traced the soft lines of her body, tangling his fingers underneath her panties into the red curls.

Darcy arched off the bed, drawing out his name in a pleading tone. “Reeeeves.”

His heart pounded against his chest and his dick throbbed from her entreaty. Darcy’s pleading would be added to his growing list.

He groaned as a sharp and painful burn lanced through him when he discovered her bud already hard, throbbing, and welcoming.

“Is this what you needed, baby?” And he pulled, his teeth scraping her nipple as he pressed one finger into her wet sheath and slid farther, probing between her slick folds, then pushing deep. And deeper, igniting fire. She screamed his name as she spasmed around his fingers, the sweet fever taking her.

Her shudders were almost his undoing. He had to focus on watching Darcy and not the need to sink into her, to fill her empty space made for him, feel her spasms surrounding him.

“Reeves, I need you now. I have an ache only you can fill.”

Triumph soared through him.

She reached to stroke his erection. Her touch left him shaking, gasping, struggling to gain any glimmer of control.

“But I wanted …”

Darcy squeezed him hard. “What about what I want?”

Reeves couldn’t argue with that. He could barely get words out. Anticipation skittered across his skin.

“Will it be easier if you ride me?” As he uttered the words, raw lust swamped his body.

Her eyes gleamed, catching the light from the bedside lamp. “I’d like that. The powerful stud, Reeves Hewitt, beneath me. Maybe later …”

He reached into the drawer for a condom to suit up.

“I thought you might.” He laughed. She wasn’t like other women. She was bold and aggressive, intent on shredding all of his control, all of his defenses. And he loved it.

“I think I’ll be very comfortable just like this.” She spread her legs and ran her hand over her breast.

Excitement whirled as he melded his lips against her, their tongues dancing as he lowered himself on top of her. Heat and warm, pliant flesh surrounded him as the need between them rose to a crescendo.

His kisses became demanding, commanding. She belonged to him. Only him. He would never let her go. Did she understand what this meant?

Reeves climbed her body as if he were a conquering hero and settled between her legs. “I can’t take it slow as I hoped.”

“Later. Right now, I want it hard and fast. Make me feel every impressive inch of you, Reeves.”

He sent a silent hallelujah to the gods who brought Darcy into his life as he slid into her.

And once he was fully impaled in her snug, moist heat, he waited. He didn’t want to hurt her. He was a big man, and she was a tiny woman. When he looked down, their eyes met in silent communion, their breaths and bodies mingling as one.

He waited for her to adjust, sweat pouring down his back and beading on his forehead, not willing to move until she was ready.

Her nails scored his back as she lifted her hips to bring them closer. And he started to move, increasing his speed until he pounded into her.

She drew her knees up, planting her heels into the mattress, pushing up to meet him thrust for thrust.

Adjusting his position to put pressure on her clitoris, he kept up the pace in that position. She squeezed her eyes shut; her pants whispered across his face as he quickened. She flung her head back and cried out.

Her spasms squeezed him tight. He marveled at his control. He paused to watch Darcy ride the wave of pleasure, her skin glistening, the smell of sex giving off a heady scent. She was beautiful in her passion.

He stared at her as he plunged. Communicating with his body his need to be united with her in the most primitive way. She belonged to him as he belonged to her with each thrust.

She pulled him down to kiss him tenderly. A soft brush of her lips before her hand cupped his face. “Reeves.”

Her eyes were wide open with love, and his name was enough. He didn’t need any other words as he drove into her one last time and spilled his seed..

“I know, honey. Me too.” He pressed to his forearms to take his weight off of her, but he didn’t want to pull out of her body. Not yet. Not after how long he had waited.

“But …” She started.

He pressed his finger to her lips, swollen from his kisses. “Not here in our bed. Here we only share our connection. Can you trust me that we will work everything out?”

“I trusted you the minute I met you and hated you for it. I wanted you to be the bad guy.”

“Sorry to disappoint you.”

“You didn’t disappoint me tonight.” She raised her eyebrows, mimicking his movement.

He nudged himself against her. “Never, Darcy Wilson. I promise to do my best to always make you happy.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Reeves and Darcy walked side by side toward the entrance of the IT building. Strands of her red hair caught the sunlight, intertwining gold with filaments of fire like the explosive woman she was in bed. There was truth to redheads being passionate women. She was demanding and responsive—pushing him to new heights of honesty and emotional connection. A blending together of not knowing where one stopped and the other began. Having Darcy next to him, a partner in bed, a partner in this undertaking, and a partner to walk with into the future would make his world complete … after today.

 He was relatively calm despite his heart pounding against his chest, echoing like a Grave Digger concert. Darcy had instantly transformed