Mission: Impossible to Deny (The Impossible Mission Romantic Suspense Series Book 7) by Jacki Delecki (best free novels TXT) 📕

She tugged on his lower lip, sucking it between her teeth. “I could spend the entire night exploring, kissing, licking in all my favorite places.”

Her words made all his blood rush south, and his body stiffened into full readiness.

He trailed kisses down the delicate curve of her neck, pausing at the little notch at the base of her throat where her pulse thrummed. He placed his lips against her pulse, sucking lightly.

Darcy’s head dropped back, exposing the long, glorious line of her neck. He traced her pulsing vein first with his finger and then with his tongue. Primitive feelings rushed through him. He wanted to mark her as his own, suck on her pale skin. But going to work in her standard white blouse, Darcy wouldn’t appreciate his male possessiveness.

He fingered the tiny straps on the black dress, continuing his exploration of her delicate collarbone and shoulder. “This dress was Danni’s idea, wasn’t it? She and Sophie were enjoying watching me squirm, fighting a boner. God, it took all my control to keep it down. Thank God for jeans.”

She looked up at him, her eyes drowsy with desire. “It was the only dress that would easily fit over my splint. Nothing about driving you crazy.”

He raised her silky hair and nuzzled behind her ear. “Liar. You knew exactly the effect you were having on me.”

She giggled. Miss “Seriously, the world might end” giggled. “Maybe a little.”

“You must have been an adorable little girl. All curls and freckles.” The image of a giggling little Darcy flashed in his mind. And surprising himself, Reeves welcomed the possibility of loving a girl with a mop of curls, and freckles, and sparkly green eyes like Darcy.

“Can we talk about my childhood later? I want to see you naked.” Her skin was dewy and flushed a pretty pink.

“I can do something about that.” With one quick move, he dropped the towel on the floor.

Darcy covered her mouth to hide her laughter. “I didn’t mean it literally, like right this second.”

“Honey, you tell a man you want to see him naked, this is what you get.” His muscles were pumping from intense blood flow, and his erection was at full mast. He put his hands on his hips. “You better not be laughing at my junk, or we’re going to have a problem.”

Darcy threw herself at him, grabbing him and holding tight with her one arm. “Reeves, you’re a beautiful man, but … you’re the only man who can make me laugh in the middle of blinding, needy lust.”

“I’m not sure making you laugh is a compliment.” Her heat against his skin abraded every nerve cell, as did her hot words. He couldn’t stop his hips from flexing against her.

“Can you help me out of this dress?” Darcy stepped away, taking all her heat and softness.

“It’s probably best to keep your splint on. We’ll have to work around it.” He lowered the strap. “Is it better if you step out of your dress? That way, you don’t have to lift your arms?”

He slowly slid the strap off and then pressed kisses on her shoulder. “You have the softest skin with these little bursts of fire. It will take a lifetime to pay full homage to your freckles.”

He carefully lowered the strap more over her splinted arm, and the dress fell to the floor, exposing her full, pale breasts, her erect nipples, and the tiny scrap of a pink lace thong. He couldn’t move, mesmerized, enthralled, and pulsing with need.

“Darcy, you take away my breath. I’m … lost for words. I’m never lost for words!”

She backed onto the bed, kicking off her flip-flops, and fell against the pillows. Her red hair spread across the pillow as he had fantasized. “So, you’re not thinking of Python or Java right now?”

Her eyes sparkled in delight. He always wanted his stern, by the book woman as playful and happy as she was in this minute.

“Darlin’, I’m thinking what a lucky bastard I am to have you in my bed. Ms. Darcy Wilson, the CIA’s most lethal weapon. I’ve been waiting for you my entire life.”

“Reeves, I feel the same. I never knew a man like you could exist.” She opened her one arm in invitation. “Make love to me. I want you, only you.”

His heart thrashed against his chest. This was the sweetest torture imaginable to have Darcy all laid out for him. He hesitated. If he got on top of her, it would be over too soon. He wanted more for their first time. It had to be everything she deserved—to be cherished, loved for the incredible woman she was.

“What’s wrong, Reeves?”

“I can’t decide where to begin.” He stretched out on the bed beside her, his hand traveling up one of her calves, to her thigh, to the curve of her hip. As he gently brushed her skin, his senses were on overload by her beauty.

“Let me help you.” Guiding his fingers, she pressed them against the tiny panties covering her wet mound. “I’m partial to you starting here.”

He chuckled, but his brain jammed as his dick twitched with her on wonderous display next to him, her thatch of red hair visible through the nearly see-through panties. Her red hair was such a turn-on. His dick, rock hard, was ready to explode.

“Oh, but I wanted to start here.”

Her skin was smooth as satin. His fingertips tingled as he stroked down her chest to her breasts. His palm burned when he cupped the soft weight. Each breast filled his hand.

Darcy dragged in a slow and shuddering breath but didn’t protest. She watched, desire glowing in her eyes, as he lifted and stroked her, taking his time to knead and plump the firm mounds. He rolled each nipple between his fingers into tight buds.

Darcy threw her head against the pillow with her eyes closed. Her skin was flushed. Her lips parted. This was how he wanted her, lost in sensation.

He pulled the warm flesh into his mouth. Pleasure streaked through