Mission: Impossible to Protect (The Impossible Mission Romantic Suspense Series Book 6), стр. 31
His words captivated her. No other man had been sweet and tender in the heat of passion. She pressed her breast deeper into his calloused palm, his roughness against her softness, making her desperate to meld with him into a molten conflagration. She ground her hips against his hardness.
He kneaded her breast before his thumb teased her already tight and peaked nipple. “I’m not sure I have control not to take you on a rough and wild ride.”
“Okay.” Her heart lodged in her throat at the idea of wild and rough with Lars.
She could feel his chest vibrate with laughter. “Okay? Okay to what?”
She wanted this complicated man who could laugh and joke in the throes of passion. The man who protected and tenderly cared for her while she was injured. The sensitive boy who grew up to be a marine and a writer to fill the void of his father.
“Everything. I want everything with you. Now.” She felt greedy and frantic to be one with him.
He tugged her T-shirt up, lowered his mouth to one aching nipple, and sucked. He slipped his hand inside her sweatpants to cup her, his fingers finding and stimulating her clit with gentle flicks.
“God, you’re soaking.” His dark, rumbly voice heightened her desire.
He pressed a finger, and then two, inside her, using the moisture to stretch and stroke her.
She already hovered on the brink with one touch.
“I want to get you off with my tongue. I want to watch you come, all stretched out in front of me.” His words, coupled with his two large fingers setting a languorous pace, edged her closer to falling off the cliff.
All her focus was on the sensations that he elicited from her. With one flick of his thumb as his fingers thrust, she went rocketing off. Lost to everything but the white light glittering before her eyes.
She fell on his chest. Her heart thrashed in loud knocks against her ribs as she struggled to catch her breath. She was out of her league. Lars Jenkins was dangerous. He had her already needing him, her body and heart craving his touch. No one made her want like this.
Lars lifted her easily into his arms.
“You can’t be comfortable with your legs in that position.” He walked toward the bedroom. She was a tall woman and wasn’t used to the ease with which he carried her, as if she were a lightweight.
She was very comfy right where she was, thank you very much. She leaned into his heat, her head resting on his chest. The sound of his rock-steady heartbeat was reassuring. She felt safe in his arms. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt safe and cherished. Lars was an experienced lover as he just proved, but that didn’t mean a future was on the horizon. She reminded herself that this was one night. It would be so easy… As if she’d ever think about committing to a man again. This was what she wanted. One night.
With his hand wrapped warmly around her, he squeezed her thigh. “What’s going on? You just stiffened in my arms like an ironing board.”
She wasn’t a fool to give up this amazing night. She didn’t want to talk. She didn’t want to think about tomorrow. She wanted her one night. “You were right about the position. My ankle did a twinge. No biggie.”
“I’m going to make you very comfortable.”
He lowered his head and took her lips in a searing kiss as he slammed the door shut with one foot. Closing down her thoughts, she focused on experiencing all the ways Lars planned to make her “comfortable.”
He carefully laid her on the giant bed and then joined her, pulling her against him. He engulfed her in another fierce kiss. His tongue thrust deep into her mouth, claiming all of her as he lifted her shirt to expose her.
She wrapped one leg over his, pressing herself against him, tucking his rigid erection against her softness.
He sealed his mouth over the curve of her neck as his large hand cupped her breasts, teasing each nipple erect before he put his hot mouth on her nipples. He shifted between each breast from circling with his tongue to sucking hard.
Danni couldn’t lie still. She squirmed against him with each pull on her sensitive nipples.
He drew back, gazing into her eyes. “Let me love you, sweetheart.”
Like she could ever say no to this incredibly sexy man staring down at her with his eyes bright with lust.
He stretched her T-shirt over her head, threading her cast gently through the sleeve. Then moving to the end of the bed, he tugged her sweatpants off, careful of her ankle. He was so strikingly aware of her, treating her like she was special to him.
He gripped her hips to draw her down closer to the edge of the bed, then he took pillows and placed them under both ankles, exposing her fully to his potent gaze.
“You’re gorgeous. All this blonde hair.” He ran his finger over her entrance, tantalizing but not touching her where she wanted his mouth. He bent and kissed along each calf, then thigh, driving her crazy with need. His light kisses and nips had her trembling in anticipation.
He knelt at the end of the bed and grasped her hips, and finally put his mouth on her. She sank back into the pleasure. His teeth grazed over her already sensitized nerves. She whimpered, lost in—overcome by—the sensation. Her legs began to shake. When he thrust his tongue into her as he flicked her with his thumb, she exploded, grabbing his hair, not wanting him to stop. He stayed with her, his mouth gently licking her as the waves subsided. She couldn’t open her eyes; she was undone by how easily he could shatter her, bring her pleasure.
She could hear him