Ramsey Security (Ramsey Security #1-3)(41)
I hang up on Minka. Darla is ignoring me now and working on her puzzle.
"The guy from today is dead."
"Okay."
"I think I'll be able to find out something about Locke."
"That's good."
"Do you want to talk?"
Darla stares up at me with her blue eyes. "About our feelings?"
"Whatever happened to the after sex glow women are supposed to get?"
"Maybe you did it wrong," she says, smiling behind her hair.
Taking the bait, I lower myself to the ground and crawl menacingly towards Darla. She squirms before I even reach her.
"What?" she asks nervously.
"Your * tasted better than chocolate, and I really love chocolate."
Darla shrugs. "Glad I could help a guy out."
My fingers wrap around her waist, pulling her back against me.
"No," she says without much effort.
"I want to see your clit. Will it swell up for me?"
"I don't want you looking at me. You can touch but don't look."
"For now," I whisper, cupping her heavy breasts in my hands. "You look like an angel when you come. Your eyes get so bright, and you smile like you're reaching for heaven."
Relaxing against me, Darla smiles wistfully. "I've never come like that before."
"Only for me."
"Only for you," she murmurs, her lips searching for mine.
I steal her fear with a long kiss. Sucking on her tongue, I want more and more until only her very soul will satisfy.
Minka ruins our fun by arriving with a loud bang on the door. My lips leave Darla's, but I still hold her against me. She stares lazily at my face.
Minka never acknowledges us on the floor. "I hate traffic," she grumbles, dropping her keys onto the kitchen counter.
"Shouldn't have had us set up shop in the fourth largest US city then," I say, smiling at her anger and Darla's heavenly expression.
"If I hadn't, you wouldn't be feeling up our client right now."
Lifting my gaze, I frown at a grinning Minka. Darla ignores us both and returns to her puzzle.
"Are you still working on the kittens puzzle?" Minka asks.
"Yes. I'd be finished if someone would stop distracting me."
Leaning forward, I nip Darla's earlobe before standing up. "I apologize for nothing."
Darla smiles slightly, but she's slowly retreating into the darkness where life feels safer. Even understanding the reason she hides, I want her present with me.
30
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Troy
What I Need
I sit across from Minka, the light from the TV flickering across from her beautiful face. She's a great woman, but I never needed her. During our partnership, Minka disappeared for a week with only a vague explanation. My reaction to her absence was to take a mini-vacation. I never lost any sleep over where she might be or with whom.
For all my past independence, I can't relax tonight because Darla is asleep with the bedroom door shut. I feel rejected by not having easy access to her. What the f*ck is wrong with me?
"Going to bed?" Minka teases.
"I'm checking on Darla."
"She's a big girl. I'm sure she's fine."
Rolling my eyes at Minka's taunting, I walk past the kitchen and down the short hallway to the door keeping me from Darla. I enter silently and walk to the bed. Darla never stirs while I admire her in the moonlight. Breathing softly, Darla grins in her sleep.
I remain next to the bed, watching her like a common stalker. Even knowing I'm being weird, I can't look away. Darla is heavenly when she's relaxed. Tingling with the need to feel her soft skin, my fingers reach out and caress her cheek.
"No," Darla says, jumping up and taking a punch at the air feet away from where the threat stands.
Speaking tenderly, I sit on the edge of the bed. "It's okay. I'm sorry I woke you."
"What's happening?"
"I was staring at you in a creepy way. When that didn't wake you up, I got creepier."
Darla blinks rapidly, her brain transitioning from asleep to awake. "What?"
"I can't relax. Can I sleep in here?" I ask, caressing her jaw. "I'll sleep in the chair or on the floor if you don't want me closer."
"I'm not having sex," she mutters, frowning at me.
"Not even if I sleep in the chair?"
Darla grins grudgingly. "Why can't you relax?"
"I miss you," I murmur, kissing her forehead.
"I said no sex."
"You are so horny, Darla Birmingham," I admonish. "I'm talking about feelings and hearts and flowers crap here. Try to keep up."
Smiling brightly, she sighs. "It's a big bed, but I can't have you touch me while I sleep. I know that sounds weird, but these meds give me vivid dreams. Really weird dreams that make me scared to be touched. It's not personal."
"Do you need the pills?" I ask, crawling onto the bed while kicking off my shoes.
"Yes or else I can't sleep."
"I could help wear you out."
Darla frowns. "Get out of my bed."