Navy SEALs Complete Series: 3 Books + 3 Novellas (Tempting Navy SEALs) (97 page)

“Son of a bitch!” His head jerked up. “You’re not wearing fucking panties.”

He shifted back, his eyes focusing between her thighs, where the hem of her dress had ridden to the top of her legs.

“Panty lines,” she mumbled, lifting to him again, arching against the hold he still had on her wrists.

His gaze jerked back to hers, his whisky eyes burning with hidden flames as his hair fell over his face, giving him a sensual, warriorlike appearance.

“Panty lines?” He blinked back at her.

“The dress is tight, Ian,” she groaned. “The lines of the panties would have shown through it. Now would you please shut up and just kiss me again?”

Just one more of those openmouthed, “steal her soul” kisses and she might be able to save her sanity at a later date.

“You’re not supposed to be here.” His free hand followed the deep cut of the bodice of her dress, one finger burrowing beneath the material before dragging it over one hard, spiked nipple.

His nostrils flared. Lust raged in his eyes and in his expression, sparking a burning flame in her womb and whipping it to a conflagration of heat.

She could feel perspiration gathering on her face and beneath her breasts, dampening her but doing nothing to still the heat burning inside her.

“I’m not supposed to be anywhere else,” she moaned as his thumb and forefinger gripped the hard point, tugging at it, tightening on it as the pressure of his grip sent wild fingers of sensation tearing across her nerve endings. “Let me go, Ian, let me touch you.”

She was desperate to touch him. Had she ever needed to touch a man as desperately as she needed to touch him? She knew she hadn’t. Knew that arousal and hunger had never been so fierce, so wicked.

Almost as fierce and wicked as the dark eyes trained on her breasts. They weren’t young perky breasts. Not like the women who had surrounded him earlier in the club. Her breasts were full, swollen now with need, her nipples tight and hard, begging for his attention.

“I dream of this.” His voice vibrated with dark desires. “Seeing you restrained beneath me, your body begging for my touch. Is that what you really want, Kira? Don’t you know what you’re risking here?”

She was certain if she stopped to think about it, then she would be terrified.

“What am I risking, Ian?” she whispered instead. “Or are you the one scared of the risk? Afraid that tough, hard heart of yours might be affected this time?”

His pupils dilated, his expression tightening as his brows lowered broodingly.

“I want you.” The statement wasn’t what she expected. “All of you.”

“I need you,” he repeated, glaring down at her, his body tense and fierce.

“I’m yours.” She was panting? Hell, now she was panting. She wanted him with a hunger and a desperation she knew she had no hope of controlling.

His thumb and forefinger tightened on her nipple, sending
a flash of erotic heat clashing through her system. “I want you beneath me or safely behind me, no matter what. You’re driving me crazy putting yourself in danger.”

She couldn’t help the grin that tugged at her lips.

“No.” She couldn’t give him that. She wouldn’t give him that. “Do you want me, Ian, or one of the mindless little submissives you’ve been fucking for years? If it’s the latter you want, then you’ll have to find it somewhere else.”

She refused to be less than who she was with him. Not just a lover, but a partner. For so many years she had hidden who she was, always playing a role, always aware of the mission, whichever mission it might be. This time, she couldn’t play a role. Not in his arms. Not with her heart.

She watched the gathering ire in his expression, felt the tension that raged in his body. But his touch never crossed the line between pleasure and pain.

“You think this is a game with me,” he stated, his rough voice grating now. “Damn you, Kira. I can’t think for the need to touch you, to hold you. To protect you.” His fingers left her nipple but his head lowered, his tongue swiping over the now tender tip. He nipped the sensitive flesh, causing a shocked moan to leave her throat as pleasure washed through her system.

“I protect myself.” Her voice was weak, too weak, as she felt his fingers at her thigh, felt his knee move back only to have his hand cup her sex. Grind against it. The heel of his palm rasping over her clit deliciously. “God, Ian, when will you realize we’re together in this?”

Oh God, she could come so easily, from that touch alone. She stared back at him, dazed, on fire for him. All she wanted was the pleasure she had found in his arms before. The erotic high that came from an orgasm she had only found with him.

“You’re mine while you’re here. Period,” he snarled. “I won’t tolerate another man touching you or you will disappear, Kira, until this is over. Somewhere where you’ll have no chance to escape. No chance to endanger yourself or what I’m doing here. Is this understood?”

The erotic high fizzled just enough for her to stare back at him in shock. He wasn’t talking about sex. She would follow behind him in this operation or he would have her kidnapped.

“You wouldn’t dare!” she whispered. Though she knew he would. He had hardened that much further, grown that much more determined in only eight months within the cartel.

Fury tightened his expression. “I’m the biggest fucking male chauvinist you’ll ever meet in your life. The thought of
my
woman in danger is more than my guts can tolerate. You will do this my way or by God I’ll make damned sure you’re protected another way.”

Dominant. Overbearing. Possessive. But at least he was admitting he was on an operation now.

“Ian, I know what I’m doing.” Confusion colored her voice and she knew it. Hell, she was a trained contract agent and had been one for ten years now. She wasn’t exactly a new recruit to this world.

Haunting shadows flashed in his gaze before his eyes slid down her body to where his hand cupped her pussy, his fingers caressing it. Her breath rasped from her chest as pleasure threatened to swamp her senses again.

When his eyes came back to hers, they were filled with tormented, raging desire. “I need your promise. You’ll be careful. Let me protect you. No matter what.”

“That’s not an issue, Ian,” she said.

“If you were hurt . . .” His throat worked convulsively as he swallowed. “Kira. Don’t make me live with that. Don’t make me have to live with your death.”

What was she seeing in his eyes now? What was that lurking demon of pain that burned like a hidden flame?

“I could make you promise the same thing,” she said softly. And she would agree simply because in allowing him to protect her, she could protect his back. And his soul. Because she knew what he intended would destroy a part of him if he were allowed to follow through with it.

For all his crimes, Fuentes was still his father. And for all
the horror he had visited on others, he was also still a DHS contact that they didn’t want to lose. That they couldn’t afford to lose.

His fingers moved between her thighs then, two of them pressing hard and deep, forcefully, inside her weeping pussy. Her hips arched, one heel digging into the leather seat, the other into the floorboard as she worked his fingers deeper and felt the erotic flames licking through her body.

“I find out you arranged that scene with Missern and I’ll blister your ass,” he said with a groan, coming over her, his fingers fucking into her, stretching her, perspiration beginning to dampen her entire body. “I’ll tie you to my bed for a week, Kira. You will never play games with me like that again.”

Her head shook. “No game,” she gasped, her muscles tightening convulsively on his fingers. “Ian, please.”

His lips covered the nipple he had revealed, drawing it into his mouth, suckling with strong, heated hunger as pleasure began to steal her common sense.

She had never known sex could be this good. She had never imagined it. Never thought she could possibly lose her mind in a man’s arms.

“Do you belong to me, Kira?” His head rose, his gaze pierced hers as she forced her eyes open. “Seeing you with Missern knowing he was ready to strike you. I wanted him dead.”

He was talking to her? Asking her something? Now? While his fingers were filling her, stroking her, the tips rubbing in the most pleasurable spots, areas she never knew could feel so good.

“Belong to you?” she panted.

“Tell me you belong to me, Kira.” His fingers moved harder, deeper, plunging into the slick, saturated muscles of her pussy as shudders of response raced through her.

“Always.” She screamed the word. She couldn’t hold it back, no more than she could hold back the knowledge that she did belong to him in ways that even she couldn’t define.

It was a battle she would have to fight with herself later. Not now, because now she was consumed. His lips covered hers in reward, his tongue sinking deep, fucking into her mouth and driving her insane with the need to be closer as he controlled her movements with his hands and his body.

His fingers rasped and filled her pussy, stroked and plunged as the heel of his hand finally gave her the pressure she needed to explode.

She unraveled beneath him. Her breath became trapped in her throat, sensations sizzled across her flesh, and in one blinding second terror washed through her. Because no other man could do this. No other man could bring her to this point. And when the operation was over, if they survived, then Ian would walk away from her forever.

I
AN COULD FEEL THE NEED
, the inferno of lust, tearing through him as Kira exploded around his fingers. It tempted his control, control that had never been tempted, and tore through his mind with the razor-sharp edge of agonized hunger.

And he was running out of time.

Ian blinked the sweat from his eyes as his gaze lifted to the tinted windows that looked out beyond the Hummer. A half hour maybe, before they hit the villa. Not long enough for him to explain what seeing her with Missern, watching the bastard just touch her hair had done to him. It had made him insane with the need to claim her. Kira was a strong woman, an alpha female if he had ever met one. It made it harder for her to understand his need to protect her.

He wanted her fiery, challenging, and defiant, but he also wanted her to recognize the fact that he was in control. She had to. Her life might well depend upon it.

He didn’t have the time to reach that inner woman, but he did have the time to let the hunger inside her free. To a point. God help him if he got his dick inside her; he’d be there for the rest of the night. There would be no leaving the vehicle because he’d be inside her for the rest of the night.

As her orgasm eased through her, he released her arms,
slid his fingers from her giving flesh, and tore at the leather belt cinching his hips.

He couldn’t take her, but he could have her mouth on him again. He needed that. The sight of her taking him with primitive pleasure, tasting him, working for his pleasure.

He watched her expression shift from satiation to renewed hunger as he pushed his pants to his thighs and drew the hard length of his cock into his hand.

“Do I get to have fun now?” Amusement filled her tone as she came slowly to her knees.

Ian braced his hand on the ceiling of the vehicle and clenched his teeth to hold back a snarl. He tightened his fingers around the shaft and watched as she licked her lips.

Then she slowly bent. Sweet God, which did he want to watch more? Her mouth taking his cock, or her tight ass as it lifted behind her?

He compromised. He watched as her lips sank over the pulsing, dark head of his cock, and he let his hand fall in a light smack to her ass.

She flinched and stilled, her eyes lifting to him. Defiance sparkled in the witchy depths, but so did pleasure and arousal. He tapped the side of her ass once more, smiling at the sharp, involuntary response that had her lifting into the sharp caress.

She didn’t know if she should allow herself to enjoy it or not. That bit of feminine confusion had every possessive and dominant instinct inside him howling in pleasure. He gave her rear another light tap.

“Suck my cock, kitten. I’ll take care of the rest.”

She obviously didn’t like the pet name either, but that was what she reminded him of. A brave little cat, hissing and spitting when challenged, even as she ached for a touch she had never had before.

It made his lust burn higher, knowing no man had ever stroked her as he did, had never taken her past her own control as he had. It was addictive, challenging, and made him want her with a desire that frankly scared the shit out of him.

His teeth clenched as the moist heat of her mouth surrounded the head of his cock. She was still watching him, wary, uncertain. He liked her like that. It would make each touch sharper, brighter for her. Keeping Kira off guard might turn into an addictive hobby. If she didn’t manage to throw
him
off guard first.

Damn it to hell!

She tucked the throbbing crest of his cock against the roof of her mouth and beneath it, her tongue undulated, rippled over the sensitive underside and sent spears of need slamming into his balls. His scrotum drew up hard and tight as the need for release had his cock swelling further in her mouth.

His hand landed on her rear again, then he cupped the blushing globe, caressed it, stroked it as he watched her eyes. The gray deepened, the bluish rings around it darkened. Witchy eyes. Seductive eyes. Eyes that threatened to trap his soul.

“Have you ever been taken here?” He let his fingers caress the narrow crevice between the taut mounds of her rear. “Have you knelt for a lover, Kira? Let him work that pretty ass open and fill it with his cock?”

She jerked. Her eyes dilated, and he knew she hadn’t. No, it would have been giving control rather than taking it.

“Haven’t you imagined what it would be like to be taken there?” His body tightened at the knowledge that this was an intimacy she hadn’t shared with any other lover. His cock throbbed at the thought, clenching with the warning of impending release.