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

never shared how terrified I was that I might have lost him. Never wanted a man as much as I want you, Reeves Hewitt.”

“If you’re looking for a no-strings fling before you leave for Libya, I’m not interested.”

“Are you trying to test me, or are you that dense? I haven’t decided anything about Libya. We just met. It isn’t the time to make life decisions. Take the reverse. What if I told you, ‘I’m leaving the CIA, taking the Jenkins job, and moving to Seattle.’ You wouldn’t think it’s a little premature?”

“If you meant it, I’m ready for all of it. You had me when you walked into Richard’s office, and I realized the sexy redhead was the incredible gamer XChoco. It’s what I want. You and me together. I don’t want you to give up your work to be a couple. But I do want you to leave the CIA because of the way they treat you. You deserve better. At Jenkins, you’d be respected. And Richard has global business all around the world where you could make a difference.”

“And we would work together?” Darcy searched his face, looking for the gleam of teasing that he was joking.

“We wouldn’t exactly be working together. I spend a great deal of my time at the software company. It’s only when the situation gets harried, and the Jenkinses need my cyber skills, that I get involved. Nick and the men do their own thing.”

“I’m a policeman’s daughter. No ties to high society. And no interest in being groomed to fit into that lifestyle.”

“So, you didn’t like Sophie? You wouldn’t want to have dinner with her and Finn?”

“No, Sophie is great and nothing like what I expected.”

“Then that’s easy since Soph and Jordan are family. And you can’t go higher than them in Seattle society. So that’s not a problem.” He lifted her chin with a finger. “What’s this really about it, honey?”

She looked into his eyes. She was trained to trust her gut, and her gut was shouting that Reeves was the most wonderful man and she’d be making a mistake by not pursuing their connection. But she had never made a leap of faith like this before.

“Are you always this impulsive? How can you be so sure about us?”

He shrugged, and the towel slipped lower, riding on his hips.

She tried to keep her eyes focused on his face. This was a serious conversation.

“I just know. And for a mathematical nerd, it’s insane and illogical not to have facts and trust some unknown quantity. But I do know. Can I show you how I know?”

There was the teasing glint that she loved in his eyes.

He lifted her in his arms against his naked, hot chest. “It might take me all night to prove my theory.”

“I’m going to be hard to convince.” She rubbed against his erection.

“As you can feel, I have hard evidence to support my point of view.”

Chapter Twenty

Reeves carried Darcy to the bed. His body was one rigid muscle. The scent of her arousal and her lemon shampoo filling his nostrils was a powerful aphrodisiac—as if he needed any inducement to want Darcy. He wanted her since the moment he spotted her in Richard’s office—all buttoned-up, at attention, her lips pressed together in distaste at being forced to work with him. Her passionate nature was as her flaming red hair that couldn’t be kept tightly secure, always slipping out of its confines.

He would like to drop her on the bed and crawl right on top of her, but Darcy deserved gentleness and tenderness. Damn, the woman was still restrained in a splint, and her face was a rainbow of purple-and-yellow bruising.

He wanted to make this perfect for her, but the way she was nibbling on his earlobe and sucking on his neck was tearing apart the last threads of his tightly held control.

“I love this stubble and the strong jawline and the classic Grecian nose.” She ran her finger along his nose before returning down to his lips, which she traced with her fingertip.

“This is my favorite—your lips.” She giggled. “Well, not my favorite.” She lifted and pressed down against his erection. “Favorite that I’m familiar with. I’m not acquainted with this part of you yet. But I plan to become intimately friendly with all of you.”

He moaned when she repeated the movement. The idea of Darcy and his dick having an intimate relationship made him expand and pulsate. He defied science, swelling bigger, growing harder.

“I’m not sure if it’s your lips or your eyes that are my second favorite. I like it when you get the smallest quirky smile, and your lip turns up at this corner.”

Her mouth came close to his, hovered, and waited.

The nearness of her was like explosive kindling, igniting sparks of fire down his spine to his balls.

His hand slid under her thick hair, curled around her neck, pulling her near. Finally, her lips brushed his, the mere touch inflaming him to a flashpoint. He tilted her chin and licked her lips, teasing her mouth open.

Her mouth clung to his. Loving the feel of her warm, full lips against his, he kissed her as he had been dreaming about, exploring her plump, pillowy heat. She tasted so good, like a sugary dessert, causing an intense craving for more. He was already addicted to kisses by Darcy Wilson.

He lowered her down the length of him in a long, sexy slide. Reveling in the sensation of every inch of contact with her. His dick throbbed with tantalizing anticipation.

She hung onto him, her body melting against him. With her against him, he deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue past her teeth to slide along the length of hers.

His tongue teased before she kissed him with desperate hunger, her mouth devouring him. He answered with the same desperation. He lost track of time with Darcy kissing him with singular focus as if he were her mission.

He grabbed her sweet ass and tipped her against him, never breaking contact with