Perfect Wyoming Complete Collection: Special Agent's Perfect Cover ; Rancher's Perfect Baby Rescue ; A Daughter's Perfect Secret ; Lawman's Perfect Surrender ; The Perfect Outsider ; Mercenary's Perfect Mission

by Marie Ferrarella

  A heartbeat passed between them and Darcy held her breath. Had she pushed too hard? His entire body seemed to vibrate with tension or maybe it was something else, but whatever it was, it was powerful enough to curl her toes and instinctively tighten the muscles in her stomach. When he started stalking toward her, slow and deliberate, as if daring her to stop him, she was too stunned to do more than just stare in anticipation.

  There was no mistaking the look in his eyes—almost feral and definitely primal—and suddenly she felt out of her league. No longer was she the one manipulating the man, and her knees turned to jelly. She managed a breathy “Rafe…” her intent to remind him that they wanted to keep lines drawn and all that nonsense, but in truth, she wanted the taste of Rafe on her tongue, the feel of his mouth possessing hers, and there was no amount of posturing and polite distancing that would stop either of them.

  * * *

  Alarms and bells went off in his head, but they faded with each step closer to Darcy. Was this an epically bad idea? Yes. Could he stop himself? No.

  He framed her face with his hands, cupping each side tenderly, and covered her mouth with his, coaxing and demanding all at once. A dark thrill arced through him, electrifying every nerve ending, igniting a fire that devoured what was left of his common sense, incinerating any vestige of restraint he might’ve possessed.

  Her lips, soft and giving against his, opened and their tongues tangled. He backed her against the kitchen counter until she met resistance, and she hopped onto the counter and wrapped her legs around his torso. She clutched at him, pressing her breasts against his bare chest, rubbing her hot core against his middle. He could feel the heat radiating from her center and could smell the subtle, intoxicating musk of her arousal. He wanted this woman so much his teeth ached. He cupped her butt and slid her to him. He carried her away from the counter, his mouth never leaving hers, and he took her to his bedroom.

  “Wait…” she said against his mouth even as her hands curled into the short hairs of his nape. “This isn’t part of our roommate agreement, is it?” she asked, pulling away to regard him with swollen lips and half-mast lids. “Because that’s not what I had in mind when—”

  “I know,” he acknowledged with a groan, setting her down on his bed gently, the brief moment of clarity clearing the hormone-induced haze on his brain. He raked his hand through his hair, gritting his teeth against the chorus of self-recriminations reverberating in his head for losing his control when it came to Darcy. “I don’t know what came over me…. I can only say it won’t happen again.” He went to help her up, but as she clasped his hand, she jerked him to her so he nearly fell on top of her. He startled, staring down into her eyes, confused. “What are you doing?”

  “I didn’t say I had a problem with it. I just want to be sure that there wasn’t an expectation. If I choose to sleep with you, that’s my choice. And I choose yes,” she said before sealing her mouth to his, cutting off any protest to the contrary. Her tongue demanded his and he gladly gave it to her, while his hands roamed her body, learning its individual curves and valleys. Their breathing became shallow under the force of their arousal. She drew away, her stare hungry and wild. “What are you waiting for? Pants off, please.”

  “You first,” he growled, circling her. She grinned and within seconds she’d ripped her clothes from her body to throw on the floor. At first he could only stare. Full, ripe breasts, enough for a mouthful and then some, were tipped by pebbled, mocha nipples that begged to be sucked and played with nimble fingers. His erection strained painfully, reminding him how long it’d been since he’d known the touch of a woman, and he didn’t waste another moment mired in indecision. They were consenting adults. They could handle a mature conversation later about the ramifications of their actions.

  He stripped and when her eyes alighted on his erection, plainly delighted with what he had to offer, he swore he might’ve grown a bit more.

  “I knew there was something wild hiding behind that buttoned-down-doctor persona,” she said, beckoning him with her finger to join her. “What else are you hiding, Dr. Black?”

  He covered her with a growl. “Let me show you, Ms. Craven. I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.”

  Her skin slid beneath his fingertips as his mouth nibbled along her collarbone, dipping down to the valley of her breasts. He cupped both, slipping his tongue over the tight budded tips, burying his face between the full mounds of creamy flesh while his erection jerked, eager to sink into the hot, wet folds he fantasized about in his darkest nights. He couldn’t help the moan that popped from his lips when Darcy gripped him solidly in her hand, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure to rocket his arousal onto the next plane. He rolled to his back and she popped on top, the moist heat of her center teasing the head of his erection so that he surged against her.

  She laughed and wagged her finger at him. “Not so fast. I may be young but I’m not dumb. I thought you were a gentleman,” she teased, her eyes twinkling in a maddeningly sexy manner that only made it more difficult for him to focus. “Me first,” she instructed with a low purr that made him nearly swallow his Adam’s apple. A woman who took control and knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask for it… Rafe was only too happy to oblige.

  They rolled again, this time with Rafe landing on top. He held both her hands above her head as he took his fill, gazing at her jutting breasts and trembling belly. How had he thought he could stay away from such a temptress, particularly now that she lived under his roof? He’d lost that fight the minute he’d agreed to this crazy idea, but at the moment, he didn’t care. He offered a wolfish grin, murmuring with total pleasure, “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” before traveling down the length of her body to end at the juncture of her thighs. He settled at her womanly folds, nearly losing it when he heard her sharp gasp followed by a breathy moan, and then set about the task of ensuring that the lady came, not only first but again and again….

  CHAPTER 14

  Darcy awoke in Rafe’s bed to the dawn cresting the horizon. She’d slept hard. Maybe she hadn’t really been sleeping well at the hotel, or maybe she hadn’t been sleeping well because of the recent death of her mother, but last night, she’d crashed like a drunk in lockdown.

  She turned and saw, with a puzzled frown, she was alone. “Rafe?” she called out, listening for sounds of movement in the house but it was deadly silent. She checked the bedside alarm clock. It was only 5:00 a.m. He wouldn’t have gone to the office so early. Would he? She gathered the comforter to her, realizing she didn’t know his habits at all. Maybe he did go to the office at the crack of dawn. But to leave her like that? Without so much as a “thanks, babe” before skipping out the door? A frown gathered as her temper started to flare. Okay, wait, a voice that sounded a lot like her mother cautioned. She was jumping to conclusions. Darcy kicked the covers free and slid from the bed and into slippers and a robe she found on the side. Although she was tall, the robe dwarfed her in a deliciously masculine way, and the fact that it smelled like Rafe only made her want to wear it all day. Don’t go getting attached, she told herself. Just because you had the most amazing, knock-your-socks-off, going-to-Jesus sex of your life doesn’t mean you’re ready to start picking out china patterns. She wandered into the kitchen and saw a note taped to the refrigerator door. Plucking it free, she read.

  It was from Rafe. “Orange juice is in the fridge. Went for a run. Back in an hour.”

  “Oh goody,” she said with a sigh and crumpled the paper. “A runner.” Hopefully, he didn’t have high hopes of her taking up the hobby now, just because they’d slept together. Darcy hated running. She did enough of it in high school in track. The track coach had taken one look at her long, gangly legs freshman year, and somehow he’d talked her into joining the team. Four years later, she’d had a handful of medals that meant nothing and a healthy aversion to lacing up her ru
nning shoes ever again. She helped herself to the orange juice and found some cream cheese to lather her bagel, and as she munched on the least healthy breakfast she’d eaten since arriving, she realized it might be a good opportunity to snoop around.

  She already knew the drawers in the buffet were empty. There weren’t any personal photos anywhere to hide anything behind the frames, so that left the desk. Popping the last of her bagel into her mouth, she took a seat at the flat, ugly desk that had definitely seen better days.

  Darcy sifted through a few papers, found them to be ordinary household stuff and then quickly opened the drawers to see what she could find there. Neat and orderly, just like his kitchen cabinets, there were pens, paper clips and other assorted office supplies but nothing that would lift an eyebrow. She let out an annoyed sigh and realized Rafe was most definitely hiding something. No one was this organized and boring in their household affairs. That, in and of itself, was a red flag. His laptop sat on the desk, but she didn’t dare attempt cracking it open when he could walk through the door any minute. However, something told her his laptop was likely sanitized, like his home. As she leaned back in the chair, a sudden thought came to her.

  His phone. He never went anywhere without it. In fact, he was almost obsessive about knowing where his phone was at all times.

  She was willing to bet her eyeteeth whatever Rafe was hiding was in that phone.

  So, how was she going to get it from him without his noticing?

  That was a problem for another time, she noted as Rafe walked in, his face damp from sweat and the form-fitting T-shirt clinging to his hard body. Mission discarded for the moment, she eyed him boldly. “Have a good run?”

  “Not bad. I was a little tired,” he admitted, sharing a private smile with Darcy as he downed the rest of his water from his water bottle and then tossed it into the recycle bin. “You sleep okay?”

  “Like a baby.”

  “I thought so.”

  “Why? Are you going to tell me I snore?”

  He shook his head. “No, but you do talk in your sleep.”

  The playful smile on her lips faded, afraid of what she might’ve mumbled without realizing it. “Oh? And what did I say? I’d like to point out that whatever I said doesn’t mean anything and can’t be held against me,” she added with what she hoped was a humorous tone so as not to give away the sudden lurch in her stomach. She needn’t have worried.

  His chuckle lessened the tension as he said, “Nothing but incoherent mumblings. Your secrets are safe.”

  She smiled. At least for the time being. Now to tackle the elephant in the room. “So, you know things have changed, right? We can’t pretend we didn’t do what we did, but that’s not to say that I’m looking for a relationship, so please, don’t feel obligated to suddenly start opening doors for me and planning a date night. I’m fine with being a roommate with benefits, with only you and I knowing of our…special relationship.”

  He crossed his arms, giving a subtle frown. “That would be okay with you?”

  “Of course it would. I wouldn’t have brought it up if it weren’t.”

  “That’s very progressive of you,” he remarked mildly, though she wasn’t quite sure if he actually agreed. “And what if that arrangement doesn’t work for me?”

  She blinked in surprise. “Why wouldn’t it? I seem to recall neither of us is looking to get involved emotionally. You’re a workaholic and I’m just getting to know the community. We both have lives that are separate and we’d like to keep it that way, but that’s not to say we can’t enjoy each other’s company now and then when the mood strikes.”

  It sounded good in theory. Already she could read the fatal flaws in the design, but she wasn’t about to admit that to Rafe. She was sitting in his robe and wearing his slippers. She could smell him on her skin—and she liked it. She’d never believed in love at first sight, and she still didn’t, but she couldn’t deny the magnetic pull between them. Even now, as he stood damp with sweat and still smelling of sex from the night before, she wanted him.

  Rafe caught the delicate shudder that rippled through her and his demeanor changed, narrowing with instant awareness. Her breath hitched and an unspoken exchange passed between them.

  “Shower?” he murmured, his gaze never leaving hers.

  She nodded slowly. He took her hand and gently pulled her from the chair, then guided her at the small of her back toward the bathroom. It was an incredibly sexy gesture that caused her heart to race and her insides to melt.

  There were two sides of her, each struggling for dominance. One side was myopically focused on finding answers at any cost and the other side was more interested in spending hours in bed with Rafe, shutting out the world and everything in it.

  She gasped as Rafe’s mouth worked magic on her body. There was no mistaking which side was winning at the moment….

  * * *

  It was midafternoon when Rafe received an unpleasant surprise after enjoying a rather wonderful morning. True to her word, Darcy effectively shelved their relationship the minute they exited the front door of the house, which at first he found jarring, but then he felt this was best for both of them. Neither could afford to let anyone know that their relationship had turned personal.

  Police Chief Bo Fargo walked into the office and made straight for Darcy with some semblance of a pleasant grin on his face that only made him look like a psychopath with an agenda. Rafe made an attempt to appear nonchalant at the man’s appearance, but he had an idea what the visit was about, and Rafe couldn’t help the surge of possessiveness that followed. “What brings you in, Chief Fargo?” he asked conversationally.

  “Came to talk with the little lady here,” he said, gesturing to Darcy. “Got a minute?”

  Darcy shot Rafe a look, almost pleading for intervention, but he couldn’t do anything overt without arousing suspicion, so he ignored the look and said, “No problem. We have a few minutes between patients.”

  “But I think I should stay by the phone just in case,” Darcy interjected quickly with a brief, guileless smile. “Don’t you agree, Dr. Black?”

  Smooth girl. “Yes, that would be great. If you wouldn’t mind, Chief…”

  Fargo looked as if he’d just sucked a lemon but jerked a short nod anyway. “Yeah, I’ll make it quick,” he groused, returning to Darcy. Rafe made a show of perusing a patient file, but in truth, he was keenly listening to the exchange.

  “You’re a hard girl to find,” Fargo said, his voice low and vaguely accusatory. “Two weeks ago, I talked to you about meeting with Mr. Grayson. He’s a very important man and he’s eager to make your acquaintance. Aren’t you excited about meeting our town’s most important resident?”

  Rafe grit his teeth, wanting to put his fist through Fargo’s fleshy mouth for being Grayson’s lapdog and servant boy.

  “Most important? I thought the mayor got top billing in most towns,” she teased.

  “Well, Cold Plains is special,” Fargo said. “We do things differently.”

  “Yes, I’ve noticed.”

  “So, when can I tell Mr. Grayson you’ll see him?”

  “Well…”

  “He’s real eager, and he’s a busy man,” Fargo said, pressing her.

  It took everything in Rafe not to interject. In fact, he was nearly biting his tongue in half. But he needn’t have worried. Darcy was tougher than she looked.

  “I’ll let you know. I’m really busy here with work and I’m still just feeling my way around town. I’m sure I’m bound to bump into him eventually. It’s a pretty small town.”

  Rafe chanced to look up and caught Fargo’s jowly face flush and his stare narrow in thinly disguised anger, but Darcy seemed not to notice she was treading on dangerous ground. Maybe that was her saving grace because Fargo dialed it down an
d said with a shrug, “Suit yourself. Just don’t wait too long. Mr. Grayson meets a lot of people. You don’t want to miss out on making an impression.”

  “Duly noted, Chief,” she said sweetly.

  Fargo tipped his hat in a desultory manner and left the building. Rafe let the tension flow from his shoulders and released the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. He caught Darcy’s gaze and she smirked.

  “You handled yourself well,” he said.

  “No thanks to you. What gives? That guy is a creep. He’s been stalking me for days. And what’s the deal with this Grayson guy? He meets everyone new in town?”

  “He meets every woman in town,” Rafe clarified, frowning at her preceding statement. “If I’d come rushing to your rescue, Chief Fargo would’ve been suspicious, and I don’t need anyone questioning my loyalty to Cold Plains.”

  “And why is that, exactly?”

  He leveled his stare at her. “It’s personal.”

  “Isn’t everything?” she countered, not deterred. But that was as far as she got because a patient walked in. Her mouth firmed as if disappointed at being interrupted, but she turned away from Rafe, and he heard the welcoming smile in her voice as she greeted his patient.

  He smothered a smile, inappropriate to the situation, but Darcy was something else. He’d never met a woman who could switch on and off like she could. Maybe she ought to work for the CIA, he mused before heading to the exam room to meet with his patient. Funny thing about that quality, though. If she could shut off whatever she was feeling at that moment, how was he to know what was fake and what was real?