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

by Kell, Sheila

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 lat
ter. 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.

  She walked into the room and wished she’d stayed upstairs. Ken stood in the living room holding a young boy. She wanted to melt into the floor when they all turned and looked at her. Her embarrassment quickly vanished when she saw Jesse’s expression. Something was seriously wrong.

  “What is it?”

  “We got another note. This time he hired this kid to slide it under your door. We’re moving right now. Go pack a bag.”

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Kate froze and stared at Jesse with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. She needed a minute to process what he’d said. “What?”

  “Pack a bag. We’re leaving.”

  Her eyes drifted to the piece of paper he held with a tissue then to the kid. The terrified child couldn’t have been more than nine with short, red hair and a face full of freckles. His wide, green eyes darted around the room looking for an escape from Ken.

  Dottie sat in front of the boy whining, waiting for him to pet her.

  She stepped forward. “Hello, I’m Kate and that’s Dottie. You can pet her.” She used a soft, calming voice. The child focused her on. “What’s your name?”

  He hunched his shoulders before answering. “Peter. Can I really pet her?”

  She smiled and nodded. “Go ahead.”

  Peter tentatively reached out and put his hand on Dottie’s head. When she rubbed against his hand, then licked it, he giggled. That was the sound that should be coming out of a nine-year-old, not the frightened whisper of his name.

  Kate narrowed her eyes at Jesse. She didn’t need to say a word to him.

  He rubbed the nape of his neck with his free hand. “Kate, we’ve already questioned the boy. He can’t help us.”

  “Then why are you scaring Peter to death?” She looked at Ken. “Let him go.”

  Ken raised his eyebrows then looked at Jesse who nodded. He released Peter’s shirt but didn’t move away.

  It took a moment for Peter to realize he was free. He smiled at Kate and then raced to the door. No one stopped him as he rushed out of the apartment like it was on fire.

  Jesse looked at her and raised his eyebrows. “Satisfied?”

  She smiled and nodded. “Very. Now, tell me what’s going on?”

  “The bastard sent another note.”

  She registered the distress in his voice. “What does it say?”

  Just a few minutes ago, she’d forgotten all about the death threat against her. She’d been lost in loving Jesse. Lost in his arms, his touch and his kiss. Lost in love.

  “Don’t worry about it. Now, go pack.” He turned from her, dismissing her to follow his order. “Ken, get ready for us to depart. I’m calling in the entire team to HQ. Move the girls there also. I want Reagan with me.”

  He turned back to Kate, surprised to see her still standing there. “Why are you still standing there? Go pack a bag.”

  She crossed her arms over her chest. “What does it say?” The note had to be about her, otherwise, Jesse would have told her what it said right away. And it had upset him, so it couldn’t be good. She prepared herself for the worst.

  Jesse heaved a heavy sigh. “It simply says she’s going to die.”

  She absorbed the information. A cold shiver overtook her. It wasn’t new to them that the Facilitator wanted her dead to punish Jesse, but the note emphasized his determination for her to die. “We already knew that. Why leave? He can’t get to us here. I have the best protection there is.”

  “I can’t risk this psycho won’t change his target and go after my sister or my niece or heaven forbid, Reagan, since he can’t get to you. I want Reagan with me, Kate, and I want her feeling secure in her own bedroom. Besides, you know it’s safer at my house. With the security systems we have in place, and the entire team protecting us, he won’t even get close.”

  His home was the safest place for all of them. She’d been in awe when AJ gave her a rundown on all of the security features at Jesse’s house. She doubted even the FBI’s best could get around his security.

  It had to be torture for him, leaving his daughter’s safety to his brothers. He used his laptop to video-chat with her more than he did actual work on it. The sacrifice he’d been making for her safety had to end.

  She couldn’t keep him from Reagan just to prove a point that he didn’t control her, didn’t tell her where to go. “Okay, but Dottie goes too.”

  “Of course she does.”

  She turned and raced up the stairs with Dottie at her heels. She quickly changed and packed a suitcase, paying no attention to what she packed. She had no idea how long she’d be staying there or where she’d sleep. Would he put her in his room? Surely not in front of Reagan. That put a crimp in her plan to win his love. She’d still find a way to make him love her, even if they had to temporarily forgo sex.

  She breathed a sigh of relief as they pulled into Jesse’s driveway. On the short journey from her apartment to Jesse’s SUV, she’d been closely encased by Jesse, H.I.S. and FBI, with Neftali, the H.I.S. sharpshooter, watching the area for potential dangers.

  Jesse had remained on the phone the entire drive to his house, talking with his brothers, ensuring Reagan, Emily and Amber were safely on their way, and the men were in place. They were attempting to move the girls without waking them, hoping to prevent them from being scared of the late night move.

  He carried their bags into his home. “This way.”

  Dottie sniffed the furniture while she followed Jesse upstairs to a large bedroom, watching as he deposited both of their bags on his bed.

  “Um, Jesse, shouldn’t I be staying in a guest room?” She didn’t want a guest room she wanted his room. This room.

  Jesse looked at her and lowered his brow. “No.” He walked to her and played with a strand of hair that had fallen forward over her shoulder. “You belong here.”

  If only he meant those words to mean forever. She swallowed and fought back the heat he created just by being near her. “What about Reagan?”

  “What about her?”

  He looked deep into her eyes and reached up to lightly stroke her cheek with the back of his hand, sparking her fire for him. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensations his touch evoked.

  She had trouble remembering what they were discussing. “Reagan. She shouldn’t see me in your bed. It’s not proper.”


  He leaned down to kiss her but stopped right before touching her lips and spoke. “She’ll have to get used to it.” He reached around her and pulled her hard against him, his mouth captured hers in a sizzling kiss, burning her all the way to her toes.

  She lost track of their conversation. It had something to do with Reagan. His tongue slipped into her mouth, and her mind only knew of his kiss. He grabbed her buttocks and pulled her tightly against him, letting her feel him grow against her belly.

  “Daddy, Daddy.”

  Jesse released Kate, stepped back and bent down to catch Reagan as she raced into the room, jumping into his arms. He lifted her, pulled her close and kissed her cheek. “Hey, pumpkin. Why are you awake?”

  She pulled back and looked at him. “Uncle Brad tried to move me, and he woked me up. He told me I’d see you. I couldn’t go back to sleep. I missed you, Daddy.” She put her little hands on each side of his face and gave him a kiss, then giggled when Jesse made loud, smacking noises with it.

  “I missed you, too. Say hello to Miss Kate.”

  She turned in his arms, a bright smile on her angelic face. “Hi, Miss Kate. Are you having a sleepover too, like Aunt Em and Amber?”

  “She is, pumpkin. Remember I need to protect her. Now, it’s time to go back to bed.” He looked at Kate. “I’ll be right back.”

  “Good night, Reagan.” She wished she could be part of tucking her in for the night, reading her bedtime stories until she couldn’t keep her little eyes open any longer.

  “Night, Miss Kate.”

  Jesse walked out of the room, Reagan in his arms.

  Kate looked around the bedroom. A four-poster king-size bed dominated the room. The beautiful mahogany frame had been carved with precision, tangled vines and leaves wrapped around the corner posts. The headboard and footboard stood high with the same design tangled across them. The mirror to a long dresser also matched the design, the vines and leaves surrounding its oval shape.

  She walked over and picked up the photo on Jesse’s bedside table. Despair tried to seep its way in, but she fought it. He’d loved once, he could love again, love enough to forgive anything.