HIS Desire: An H.I.S. Novel (H.I.S. series Book 1) (22 page)

“The FBI didn’t have any luck trying to hire him. Why do you think your guys will be able to?”

A grin spread wide on his face. “We’re not the FBI. Don’t worry how we’ll do it. Know we’ll find him.”

She trusted they’d find him. But would they find him before someone else was hurt or killed? She had so many people surrounding her at all times, and the thought of something happening to any of them troubled her. This had to be resolved and soon. “I trust you.”

* * * * *

After Devon left, Jesse took the opportunity of finally being alone with Kate and pulled her against him. “I’ve wanted to do this all night.” He crushed his lips to her soft, sweet tasting lips, taking advantage of her mouth opening on a gasp and plunging his tongue inside. He explored her mouth as he felt her melt against him.

He pulled back and watched her pupils dilate. She’d finally be in his bed.

“Do you want another beer?” she asked nervously.

He studied her. They had all night. “Let’s have some wine.”

He poured two glasses of wine, his hand skimming hers as he handed her one of the glasses.

“To us,” he toasted.

She touched her glass to his but said nothing.

They watched each other over the rim of their wine glasses as they drank. Knowing it was finally time, he set down his glass, took hers and slowly set it on the counter.

He leaned down and gently brushed her lips with his once then twice before covering her mouth with a soft, gentle kiss. Forcing himself to go slow, he fisted his hands at his sides to keep them off of her, letting just their lips touch. His mouth moved over hers, devouring its softness. His tongue traced the fullness of her lips, teasing them apart, entering and exploring with slow, seductive strokes.

Her taste intoxicated him.

He lifted his head and gazed into her eyes, watching the green overtake the blue in a display of passion. Groaning, he crushed her to him and smothered her lips with his, kissing her with a desperation he’d never felt before. He wanted her more than he’d wanted any other woman. After tonight, she’d know she was his.

Her arms slid to rest on his shoulders, gripping tight, anchoring her to him.

Slowly, his hands roamed her tight body. One stopping on her lush hip the other moving around the front of her, sliding up her ribcage to her breast.

Her gasp only enticed him more.

Holding her soft breast in his hand, his thumb toyed with her nipple until he felt a stiff point through her shirt. His groan echoed in the room. Making love to her in a slow, loving fashion had just turned damn near impossible.

The kiss ended, he stepped backed and held out his hand in an invitation. When she didn’t hesitate to take it, he let out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Taking his first step on the stairs, he heard Dottie get up to follow. “No, girl. Not this time.”

Dottie whined and returned to her bed.

Two steps into the room, he spun around and crushed her hard against him, fisted his hand in her silky hair. His mouth swooped down to capture hers in a deep, scorching kiss. She returned his kiss with reckless abandon. Their tongues relentless, battling for control, for domination.

His mouth left hers blazing a trail of hot kisses down her exposed throat, nipping and kissing until a shiver overtake her body, and a low, breathless moan escaped her.

Impatiently, she reached for the hem of his shirt, but he brushed her away, quickly undressing them, reluctantly discarding the sexy, matching pink, lace bra and panties she wore.

Stepping back, his gaze slowly moved over her amazing body, stopping first on her curly, dark pubic hair then moving up and resting on her plump breasts, and then pausing on her wet, swollen lips before finally returning to her passion-filled eyes.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, Kate?” Her soft, feminine side made his heart expand with deep emotion. His urge to protect her had never been stronger than it was at this moment.

Pink blossomed on her cheeks. “You’re the beautiful one.”

Her hand touched his chest, sending a jolt of raw heat to his already hard cock. Her touch intensified his deep-seeded hunger for her. He’d planned to take things slow and feast on her sweet taste, but feared the desperate need inside him would take control breaking through his restraint and rushing him, making him take her hard and fast.

His lips recaptured hers, more demanding this time. She whimpered with pleasure as his hand captured her breast, tugging at the already puckered nipple. He ducked his head licking and sucking her nipple with tantalizing possessiveness.

She sagged against him. Their naked bodies touched, pushing him near the edge.

His mouth left her breast, and he growled, “Bed.” Following her down on the bed, he thought of all the things he wanted to do to her now that she was finally in his bed.

Reclaiming her lips, his tongue thrusting deep, his hands wasted no time roaming her body. He needed to touch and taste her everywhere. His mouth greedily followed his hands, and he took her breast in his mouth, suckling and teasing her nipple until she provocatively arched her body to him.

He slowly kissed his way down her soft body, making lazy circles on her flat stomach, enjoying the shiver that ran through her body leaving behind goose bumps. His golden-brown eyes met her blue-green ones as he moved lower, inhaling the musky scent of her arousal and savoring it, fighting the thin line of control.

Nudging her trembling thighs apart, he positioned himself between them. His hands caressed the soft skin of her thighs then moved up and opened the lips to her wet pussy, so slick and ready for him. A groan erupted from deep within his chest before he leaned down to flick his tongue over her clit.

She jumped, arching her back as he flicked his tongue over her clit again before drawing the swollen bud into his mouth, suckling and tugging on her with his lips.

Responding to his touch, her fingernails dug into his shoulders as his tongue probed her slick entrance followed by a finger. His cock jerked when she clamped tightly on it.

“Jesse,” she whimpered, her hands attempting to pull him up to her, “I want you inside me.”

She’d come before he stopped. His tongue and fingers worked together as he watched her become lost in ecstasy. She’d never looked as sexy as she did right now with her eyes squeezed shut, her head thrown back, her breathing coming in pants, and her face flushed. Yes. She was so close.

Her hips moved involuntarily toward his mouth. Her pussy clenching tight on the two fingers he had inside her. Her hands clenched the sheet, and she cried out, “Oh God, Jesse.”

He kept his rhythm steady throughout her orgasm, watching her ride wave after wave as he extended the pleasure as long as he could, feeling his cock leak pre-cum. He had to get inside her.

He kissed his way back up her flushed body and took her mouth, her taste still on his tongue before he rolled off the bed for protection. When he leveled himself above her, settled comfortably between her thighs, his mouth hovered above hers. “Are you sure, Kate?”

Trembling with excitement, she reached her arms around his neck and pulled him down to an intensely sensual kiss that deepened his arousal. Damn. He took that as a yes.

Positioning himself at her slick entrance, his body shook with the urgent need to be inside her. He looked in her eyes filled with heat and tested her, entering her with the tip of his sex and then pulling back out. He gritted his teeth and sweat broke out on his forehead. She was tight, wet and ready for him. Going slow became an even greater challenge.

“Please, Jesse.” She drew up her knees and spread her thighs open more to him, grabbing his ass, pulling him closer.

That was all he needed. He entered in one swift thrust.

She cried out, and he froze.

“Are you okay?”
Please don’t let him have hurt her on their first time together.
It was supposed to be special for her, but he couldn’t hold back anymore, couldn’t go slow once she asked for more.

She moved restlessly against him. “Yes, I’m okay.” She wrapped her legs around his hips pulling him deeper inside her.

He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her sweet scent, trying to calm himself. She felt so damn good, so tight, so hot and so wet around him. It was sheer ecstasy. He wanted to lose himself in her. “You feel so good.”
So right.

She continued to move under him. His control snapped. Their lovemaking turned frenzied, wild and passionate. Hungrily, their mouths found each other as he stroked in and out of her fast and hard, her little moans driving him to the edge. His balls grew tight, tension built in his groin waiting to explode. He adjusted his rhythm so that with each deep thrust his cock rubbed against her swollen clit. Together they found a tempo that bound their bodies together.

He broke off their kiss. “Let go, sweetheart. Let go.”

Her breathing changed, her body tensed, and she clutched onto him as if he was her lifeline, crying out his name as she climaxed, her inner muscles clenching hard around him.

His body tensed, his breathing suspended while the most powerful orgasm he’d ever experienced overtook him, touching his soul and his closed off heart.

Jesse collapsed on top of her thinking about what they had shared. It was more than sex. They’d connected on a whole different plane. One without barriers.

He rolled off her, left the bed to clean up and returned to lay down beside her, pulling her into his arms. He kissed the top of her head while his hand rubbed up and down her soft arm. She was where she belonged.

The depth of his feelings for her should have scared him. He’d refused to let himself ever feel like this again, risk the heartache again. But, he knew she was
the
woman for him.

* * * * *

“That was wonderful,” he croaked out.

“Mm,” was all she could say as her fingers played with the dark, curly hair on his slick chest. Resting her hand over his heart, she felt the beating returning to normal. It calmed her, reassured her. She felt safe, warm and loved in his arms.

“Did you want the rest of your wine?”

She picked her head up off of his chest and looked into his eyes. Did he not want to lay with her after such unbelievable sex? She shouldn’t care. After all, it was just sex. She knew it was more than that to her, but obviously, it wasn’t more to him. She’d have to free him from any obligation he felt, like lying with her afterward.

“That sounds good.”

He gave her a quick kiss and left the bed, pulling on his jeans and leaving the room, but not before giving her another quick kiss. “Be right back, sweetheart.”

Remaining in the bed, a broad smile broke out on her face. That had been the most exquisite sex she had ever experienced. Her orgasms, yes plural, had been so powerful she’d almost passed out. The experience had been exceptional to her not only because Jesse was such a fantastic, unselfish lover, but because she cared so deeply for him. She groaned.

Jesse didn’t do relationships, pure and simple, but he’d treated her like they were in a relationship. He’d been there for her, acting like someone who cared, someone whose feelings were involved. No, she was a job to him with the benefit of her warming his bed as he’d shown in his rush to leave her side. He’d walk away when the job was done, without any regrets.

He’d made it clear from the start he was after sex, just sex. Now that he’d had her in bed, what would happen? She knew he wouldn’t leave her right now, not when her life was in danger. He was too gallant to walk away. She felt a crushing pain in her chest when she realized his staying to protect her also put his life in danger. Nothing could happen to him, Reagan needed him. She needed him.

It hit her with the force of hurricane strength winds. She loved him. She was in love with him, hit hard by Cupid’s arrow, head over heels in love with him. She’d never loved anyone like this, not with this intensity. That realization made her blissful and dispirited at the same time. Would he accept her once he knew the truth about her?

A new determination filled her. She had to win him, had to make him see her as someone other than just another woman in his bed. She didn’t even know if he’d want her back in his bed after tonight. He’d already accomplished his goal. He’d had sex with her. Was she going to be a one night stand, or was he going to take advantage of their being together to continue taking her to bed?

She’d make sure it was the latter. The more she was in his bed, the more she could show him how she felt. She couldn’t tell him. Oh, no. It was too soon. He’d distance himself from her. She couldn’t have that. No, she’d keep her feelings private for now.

She’d never been the aggressor in a relationship before, but if she needed to be, she would. She wouldn’t be as pathetic as Elizabeth. She decided that if she couldn’t win Jesse by the time this case was solved, when the killer was caught, then she’d walk away, broken heart and all.

How exactly did she go about getting him to want a relationship with her? A life with her? To be a family? If she married Jesse, she’d become a stepmom. How would Reagan take it? She seemed to like Kate but taking the place of her mother was another thing. Kate had lost her mother at a young age and gained a new mother she’d loved dearly. Would Reagan feel the same way if she married Jesse? Would she love her unconditionally like Kate had loved Kelly Ross?

She pulled the covers up over her breasts and crossed her arms across her chest. She’d never expected to become an instant mother. She might be terrible at it. She could win Reagan’s love and lose it by being a lousy mother.

She had to try. She loved this family. It was where she belonged. She’d start by winning Jesse’s heart. She’d have to have it completely before she could tell him the truth. If he loved her enough, it wouldn’t matter. They could still be together.

When Jesse didn’t return within a reasonable time, she left the bed, pulled on his shirt and went downstairs. Before she reached the bottom of the stairs, she heard him talking. Did he make a call instead of returning to her bed? That set things in perspective for her. She had her work cut out for her.