True Love Lost (An FBI Romance Thriller (book 3)) (53 page)

Desdemona felt like he was lighting her on fire. His mouth was burning a trail across her body. She reached up, and set his hair free. Rarely did he release it. It fell around them and tickled her flesh and turned her on. When he reached her belly button, and swirled his tongue she moaned his name.

“I just want to spend all day tasting you, Desi. All day,” he mumbled, and then continued on his exploration lower. When he met the button on her jeans, he flicked it open, just like she’d done to him. When he slowly slid her jeans down her hips, he wasn’t expecting the erotic looking panties waiting for him. They were lacy and looked like sin, and immediately he hardened more, and was desperate to just taste her and see the prize waiting beneath. He pulled them off, and his body shook from what he wanted to do. He wanted to bury himself in her repeatedly, but he kept saying the mantra.

First date
sex not everyday sex.

First date
sex not everyday sex.

Finally
, he regained control of his body. But he was going to devour her, and he wasn’t going to stop until he was satiated.

When his fingers slid deep into her body, and he began licking and tasting her, she arched at the sheer pleasure of it all. “Callen!” she gasped
, when he did something creative with his mouth.

He was lost in the way she tasted and felt and didn’t think of anything but giving her complete and total pleasure. Callen
needed her breathless and exhausted beneath him. There was no way he’d let her leave him, and he’d make sure she couldn’t live without his touch, and his hands on her body. As she started shaking beneath his mouth, he swirled his tongue, and when he sucked on the most sensitive part of her body, she exploded and buried her hands in his hair.

Desdemona couldn’t even think, and he started working his way back up her body.

“You’re delicious Desi,” he purred into her ear. “This time you’ll scream my name, and we’ll keep going until you do,” he demanded possessively. He only hoped he could handle it, and follow through.

Staring
up at him, she would have done anything he wanted, since she still was unfocused. When he stood, and began unzipping his pants, sliding them down his body, she was mesmerized. As he stood in front of the fireplace completely naked, all she could think was how amazing his body was. No not just amazing but pillaging warrior amazing, all lean lines and perfection, meeting at delicious angles.

“What are you thinking, Desdemona?” he asked, dropping to his knees.

“Just how perfect your body is,” she answered honestly. “I love everything about it.”

He placed himself over her, and prepared himself. He wanted to watch her face as he slid home.
This woman was going to be his. After years of searching he was finally going to lay claim. His heart and mind did battle over the entire situation. He kept trying to rationalize the lies he told himself in his mind.

Desdemona, opened for him, and wrapped her legs around his waist.

As he slid into her waiting body, he had to work for it. She was tight and he just barely fit. He closed his eyes and prayed for control, especially after what he just said to her. Someone was going to be screaming, and it wasn’t going to be him. Then he began moving and it took both of their breaths away.

“Callen,” she gasped.

“So tight, Desi.” Whitefox found his rhythm and kept going; not exploding first was going to be the hardest thing he ever had to do in his life. He leaned down to her ear, and whispered the words he was thinking. “No one’s going to ever feel this with you again. I’m it Desdemona. No more men, and no more dates for you. I’m going to be the last man that you get naked with and experience this kind of pleasure with.” Picking up the pace, he felt her tighten around him, and he prayed for control. “Am I clear, Desi? Me and that’s it.”

She nodded
even though she was feeling out of control.

“
I want to hear you say it,” he whispered again, just as he felt her tighten down around his body. There was no doubt that she was experiencing as much pleasure as he could give her.

“Callen!
” Desdemona felt the heat building and the overwhelming feeling like her body was about to shatter apart into a million pieces.

“Say it Desi,” he ordered again, and as he saw the look on her face he started moving harder into her, until she gave him the words.

“Yes, Callen. Only you,” she said, giving him anything he wanted in that moment. Maybe it was the sex or possibly the fact she believed he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. After giving him the words, she fractured and arched into his body.

Whitefox barely survived that one, and he slowed the pace down, and gave her time to catch her breath. As he kept moving he tried to not think about how wet and warm she felt wrapped around his body. If he did, he was done.

Desdemona fought for her breath, and looked up into his eyes. This man wanted complete control, and she just decided to let him have it. She could trust him, and he was going to take care of her. Just the way he was now as they were making love in his living room. The man was trying to give her so much pleasure.

“More Desi?” he asked, starting to move harder again, into her body.

She didn’t think her body could handle anymore pleasure. “Callen,” she protested. “I can’t!”

“Not until you give me what I want,” he
muttered, as the sweat beaded down his taut body. She was pulling apart his control, and he was going to get what he wanted, all of her. There wasn’t any way he was stopping until he had her mind and body. If he could control that then he had a chance she wouldn’t run far and fast. Maybe he was rushing it, but he needed to take charge and do what was best for them both.

“Callen, please!”

He shook his head, refusing to say anything more. If he did he’d lose his focus and be unable to remain in control.

Desdemona felt the heat building again, and it was tinged with lust, pain and the knowledge that he was going to keep inflicting pleasure until she gave him what he wanted. Part of her wanted to fight,
and stand her ground. Everything was going too fast. She felt out of control and her mind was scrambled. The sane part of her mind tried to get her to rationalize; her heart told her who cared, as long as she had him. Desdemona’s mind called her a liar, as she tried to rationalize everything going on around her.

Desdemona let her heart overrule her mind.

Digging her nails in his shoulders, she arched into him as he drove into her. His hair fell around them, and the feeling of it brushing her body and him invading was too much.

In the end, he won. She did scream his name right before she shattered and the light blinded her.

At his name on her lips and the way her body squeezed his intimately, he knew he was close and it was time. One more stroke, pushing past the resistance, he moaned extremely proud he’d achieved his goal, and getting what he wanted. The control was the prize, she had conceded, and he was victorious. Callen got exactly what he set out to obtain.

Desdemona submitted
.

She
couldn’t move. Then she realized why. Callen was lying over her body. Then she thought about it, and instead of flushing with embarrassment she just began laughing.

Whitefox went up on his elbows and looked down at her
. “After all that, you laugh?” He started laughing himself.

“What if I didn’t scream your name,” she said, still giggling.

“I wasn’t worried. It was all part of the plan,” he stated, kissing her, and was enjoying it, when there was a knock on the door. Whitefox looked at his watch. “Dinner,” he pushed off her and slipped into his jeans.

“Wait! I’m naked!”
She jumped up looking for her clothes and where he threw them.

“Yeah I know,” he said snickering. “That’s for laughing.”

Desdemona grabbed his shirt, and quick buttoned it up. It smelled like his cologne and soap and she wasn’t planning on giving it back. Not for a long time. She was laying claim on it just because it had his delicious scent all over it.

Whitefox paid for the take out and walked back into the room, and then he saw her and his heart just stopped in his chest. Here stood this little woman, wearing his shirt, and her hair wild and crazy down her back, and he
pushed for more.

“What?” Desdemona
looked alarmed. Maybe he didn’t want her in his shirt.

“When this assignment is over
I want you to move in with me.” He wanted to see her in his house, in his shirt, and in his life forever. This was the life his brother had and he’d coveted. Now it stood right in front of him, and all he had to do was grab it and make it his.

Desdemona
wasn’t expecting what he just threw at her, and it wasn’t what she was hoping for either.

And she still didn’t have an answer
.

~ Chapter
Fourteen ~

Elizabeth sat at the kitchen table and her husband massaged her lower back. Twenty minutes ago the Braxton Hicks contractions started, and they weren’t letting up. She tried to explain to her husband she was perfectly fine, but as usual he was over the edge about the pregnancy. He carried her out of the sheriff’s station, much to her horror. When he placed her in the car and then started searching for the nearest hospital just in case, she’d had enough. When she pulled the keys from the ignition and threatened to swallow them, he finally calmed down and listened to her.

It was hard to get upset with him
, and she’d even forgotten that she was upset from before. He was just being a doting father, and smothering her and the baby to death. Now he insisted on rubbing her back, even when she tried to tell him there wasn’t any pain back there. Trying to remember the fear he’d survived when she was abducted, accommodating him as much as possible was her priority. When he kept looking at her with eyes full of concern she was helpless to not soothe him.

“Yo
u’re going to be a great father.” There was no doubt in her mind. The man was just so sweet and loving.

“I hope so
.” It was his secret fear, and the only two people that knew he was scared shitless were his brother and his wife. That was why he reacted incorrectly in the diner. The fear grabbed him and shook him every day.

“Hey, how about dinner?” she said, turning to face him.

“Okay, what do you want?” Now he was gently rubbing her belly. Suddenly the baby rolled and pressed against her stomach. “Is that a foot?” he asked, poking back at it.

Elizabeth laughed. “How should I know?” As her phone rang, he continued poking at his
child and laughing when he kicked back.

“Hello Granddad
,” she answered, laughing.

“What’s so funny,
Granddaughter?” he inquired.

“Your grandson is poking at the baby, and the baby is kicking back. I’m the evening’s entertainment.” Elizabeth slapped
her husband’s arm and covered the bottom of the phone. “Stop provoking the kid!”

He laughed and went back to rubbing gently and listening to the conversation between his wife and grandfather.

“Is everything okay, Granddad? You don’t call in the middle of the week unless you’re worried about something. What’s bothering you?”

His g
randdaughter was very astute. “I had that dream again, Elizabeth, and I know you will be the only one of the three that won’t lie to me.”

She put him on speakerphone. “Ethan wouldn’t lie to you,
Granddad. He just doesn’t like you to worry.”

“Covering for him, my protective Raven?”
Timothy inquired, knowing by now his boy would be listening.

“Absolutely,” she answered. And he was very right. She wouldn’t lie to him. “Now what was your dream about?”

“Callen and the Adare woman.”

Elizabeth looked over at her husband. Was she shocked he was calling? No. He knew she was pregnant before she even did, and when she was abducted, he knew it was coming and tried to warn her.

“What is the status with the woman? Callen isn't answering my calls, and that isn't like him. I think I deserve to be told the truth.”

“They
’re pursuing a relationship.” She didn’t want to rat her brother-in-law out, but she didn’t lie to the Blackhawk men, especially granddad. He would be eighty-nine soon and was razor sharp.

“This time in the dream the fox was willing to die for her. Last time he was just protecting her
, so something has happened.”

Elizabeth just looked at her husband. He was of no help.

“Tell me what you feel about this woman. I trust your opinion. I know my boys would cover for each other, isn't that so Ethan?”

“Granddad, he’s my brother
.” He gave up pretending to not be eavesdropping.

“I don’t think you have anything to worry about Granddad. The doctor is a lovely woman, and I personally like her a great
deal. You can tell how she feels about Callen when she looks at him.” Elizabeth immediately switched to defending Whitefox.

“
And she isn't Native?”

Elizabeth sighed. “No
Granddad, but neither am I. I love you, but really, let the Native thing go. Can’t you just cut him a break on it? What if she’s the one and he pushes her away because of obligation to you? What if this all destroys his heart and life? You know he’d forgo love to keep his promise to you.” Elizabeth sighed. “Please, as a favor to me. Let him out of this promise and let him find happiness. Maybe it’s not with this particular woman, but let him have the freedom of choice to find his own way.”