Mission: Impossible to Deny (The Impossible Mission Romantic Suspense Series Book 7), Jacki Delecki [polar express read aloud .TXT] 📗

His body and his dick got harder and hotter, which seemed impossible. He bent and licked her tight, pale pink nipple. He licked slowly, relishing the taste of Darcy as his fingers explored along her slick folds, avoiding touching her clit. He wanted to enjoy this moment of Darcy, her head thrown back, all fire and passion, floating on sensation.

He switched and licked her other nipple, enjoying her loud groans. She kept moving, her movements more frantic, reaching for her orgasm.

He sucked her breast, pulling as much of the supple tissue as he could into his mouth. He couldn’t stop thrusting against her. He couldn’t control his need to respond to her gyrations that brought her sweet heat directly against him.

He was edging to his release. He circled her clit in a gentle rhythm, watching Darcy climb, panting, and riding him with abandon. Her sodden hair had partially come undone and hung around her shoulders; her eyes were closed and her mouth open with her tiny gasps. He sucked harder on her nipple and then scraped his teeth across it. She went off, exploding in his arms, screaming his name. He didn’t stop his careful worship of her breasts and kept his finger lightly encircling her as the waves subsided.

She collapsed, her head resting on his chest. Her breath still came in short, little puffs. As he soothed her back, a sense of well-being filled him. Giving Darcy orgasms and comforting her felt right—better than solving any algorithm.

He kissed the top of her head as he began to walk toward the steps, desire’s pulsating beat drumming through him for the night ahead. The first time might be a little rushed since it had been a long time, but they had the whole night.

Suddenly, an alarm blared through the silence. Holy shit.

Darcy stiffened and then catapulted out of his arms onto the pool deck and ran toward the entrance.

She shouted as she ran topless toward the bank of monitors. “Get down and stay down.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He’d set the alarm to signal when anyone approached the front door. The blare was coming from his computer and not the entire system.

He jumped out of the pool and ran after her.

In the seconds ahead of him, she had his Glock out of the drawer in the kitchen where he had placed it and was loading it as she snuck toward the front door.

“Darcy, stop!”

She raised her hand and then whispered without a pause in her prowl, “Get in a room and lock the door. Now.”

“I reset the alarm, so if the guard or Jonathan came back, it would alert me. Unless an intruder got past the guard and the surveillance system, it’s one of those two.”

She halted. Her back to him. Her voice cold and hard. “Repeat that.”

“I overrode their passwords so they couldn’t get in without me knowing it. I wanted my system in place after what happened with Tex. And I didn’t think either of us wanted Jonathan to return.”

She swung around, the gun now pointed downward, but the fury on her face and in her eyes made him step back. With her damp red hair curling around her head and her look of murderous rage, she resembled a revenging Valkyrie.

“And you didn’t think to tell me?” She punctuated each word. “To keep me in the loop about our security?”

He raised his hands. “It’s just habit to reset passwords when any of our clients are in a safe house. Limiting it to only select people knowing the password. It’s a safety measure.” Surely, she could see the logic. He tried to keep his eyes on her face, but her skin was dewy, her hair starting to curl, brushing her taut pink nipples.

“You answer the door. I’m taking a shower.” Her lips compressed into an accusatory and angry line. She marched past him without a glance.

“I’m sorry. I should have told you. I forgot.”

“Sure, you did,” she said under her breath, making it loud enough to make sure he heard. “Nothing to do with your plan to get naked.”

He didn’t think she’d appreciate it if he pointed out they hadn’t gotten naked yet. He couldn’t deny he had hoped for a night with Darcy, but he wasn’t devious or desperate enough to have a master plan. But Miss Suspicious would never believe him or the fact that some humans didn’t have malicious intentions.

And he was the biggest asshole because, despite his plea that he was as innocent as a choir boy, he turned to watch her fine body in a thong sway down the hall.

Shaking his head, he moved to answer the door after checking the monitors. The security guard was at the front door and was most likely bringing Darcy’s Sig.

Chapter Eight

Darcy held the door for Reeves as they exited the Palo Alto police station. The information from the police chief had not been at all what she had expected. She was having trouble making the three hundred sixty turn on her investigation with all the implications. And if she was having difficulty, Reeves had to be in shock, spinning and confused.

He followed her to their rental SUV and climbed into the passenger seat without a word. A silent Reeves was disturbing. When upset, Reeves reverted to rapid tech talk. On the way to the airport, he had tried to explain the difference between C++ and Java coding and their use in video games. As if she had an interest in the comparison.

He filled in all the tense silence from last night’s little swim. He had tried to talk to her through her door after she stomped off. But if she stayed, she might have physically hurt him. She had been totally pissed, feeling as if she had been played. Once the adrenaline surge subsided, she appreciated his logic and pretty quickly let go of her anger toward him. She was still pissed but only at herself for how badly she had messed up.

 She needed to clear the air and make