Navy SEALs Complete Series: 3 Books + 3 Novellas (Tempting Navy SEALs) (135 page)

But the tears fell as she cuddled the pup, staring into the brilliance of the late summer sky.

“I didn’t tell him I love him,” she finally admitted, the pain exploding in her chest as she realized Reno was right. There was no hiding from it. No hiding from him. She loved him, and she hadn’t even told him.

“It’s an easy in and out.” Reno faced his men in the small conference room, standing in front of the large monitor that displayed the target they were being sent in to hit. “We have two hostages to rescue and a laptop used by the cell commander. Laptop is priority. We’ll go in quiet, set the explosives, grab the laptop and the hostages and run. Pickup will be waiting on us here.” He pressed the button that switched the picture to an area nearly ten miles from target. “Two Black Hawks will be waiting to fly us out to a waiting ship.”

He lifted the stack of files on the desk beside him.

“Read this carefully. We have intel reports on entrances, exits, weak spots and so forth. We’ll meet with the assist team when we reach the ship and finalize plans there.”

“The cell commander is wanted for war crimes, Major,” Ace spoke up, his deep voice echoing in the small room. “Are we just after the laptop or his head as well?”

“The assist team will be in charge of that,” Reno informed him. “We’ll be going after the hostages. But you don’t take chances. The opportunity is there to take that laptop, you get it. We stick with our target op and adjust as we have to.”

“And pop the bastard if we get him in our sights,” Joker, the explosives expert of the team spoke up. He wasn’t joking. This particular terrorist commander was brutal, without mercy. He wouldn’t be shown any.

As Reno opened his mouth to dismiss the men, a sharp knock had his head lifting as the door opened.

“Major Chavez, we have a situation that demands your presence,” an MP snickered from the doorway. “General says now.”

Frowning, Reno nodded to Ace as he handed the files to him to distribute to the other three men and made his way to the door.

“Situation?" he asked warily.

“Situation, sir, of a very delicate sort.” The MP nodded, amusement dancing in his eyes. “This way, sir.”

As they neared the general’s office, a frown worked between Reno’s brows at the sound of an irate female voice.

“General, I don’t care how busy he is. You were my father’s best friend and I’m not above pulling strings. If I don’t see him before he leaves in the morning, I promise you, I’ll be making a visit to your wife, your daughter and your son. They like me.” The voice was husky, and filled with feminine fury.

He heard the general’s voice, low, soothing.

“I’m not in the army, general,” she said. “I don’t need rules quoted to me. I need strings pulled. I want to see him. Now.”

A grin tugged at his mouth as the MP chuckled.

“She’s been ripping on the general for an hour,” he whispered as they neared the door. “Want to bet he chews on you next?”

Reno grimaced but something in his heart was loosening. He wouldn’t bet against the MP, but he would bet it just might be worth it.

He knocked on the door lightly.

“Enter.” The general’s voice was frustrated and clipped.

Reno stepped in, saluting smartly, then turned to stare at Raven.

She was cuddling the puppy he'd bought her like a baby. Her face was wet with tears, her deep, deep blue eyes filled with misery.

“Raven?" He stepped toward her, pulling her and the puppy into his arms as he stared back at the general. “What’s happened?”

“Major, I’ll leave you to talk to Miss McIntyre.” The general sounded stern, but Reno caught the soft look he cast at Raven. “We’ll talk later.”

“Yes, sir.” Reno nodded as the general left the room and he turned his attention to the pup wiggling between them.

“Raven? Baby? The puppy is going to be smashed,” he whispered as he gripped her arms, pushing her back enough to release the wiggling little mass. “What’s wrong? Is Clint okay?”

The tears rolled silently down her cheeks. There were no sobs, just a hitch in her breath as she stared up at him.

“I forgot,” she hiccupped then. “You left, and I forgot to tell you….”

She shuddered as her voice broke.

Reno moved to the couch, pulling her to his lap as she cuddled against his chest.

“I love you,” she cried desperately. “God help me, Reno. I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose can stand anything but you leaving, maybe being…hurt…,” her breath caught, “and not knowing I love you.”

Reno closed his eyes, his arms tightening around her, his heart exploding with joy. She knew she loved him. That was all that mattered.

“It’s okay, baby,” he groaned, kissing her forehead gently as her head tilted back, the wealth of long silken curls flowing over his arm. Her hand lifted to his face, her lips trembling as he wiped the tears from one silken cheek.

“You knew all along, didn’t you?" she whispered then. “That I loved you.”

“All along,” he agreed with a smile.

His lips lowered to hers, moving over the soft curves, nibbling at the damp softness as the feel and smell of her sent his senses rioting.

“Hell, if I fucked you in the general’s office, he would court-martial me for sure,” he sighed, smiling down at the seductive softness in her expression.

“Yeah. He probably would.” Her smile trembled, but it was still there.

“Wait for me, Raven,” he growled, his voice husky, deep, knowing every day away from her would be hell. “I’ll be home. Wait for me.”

“Always, Reno.” She kissed him. Her head raised, her lips moving against his with incredible passion and loving heat. “Always.”

THREE MONTHS LATER

“You are in so much trouble.”

Reno tossed his duffel bag to the corner of the bedroom as he stalked inside the room, his brows lowered into a dark frown as Raven reclined back on the bed, her knee bent, her naked breasts thrusting forward in invitation as his hot gaze raked over them.

Damn he looked good. The camouflage pants made his legs look sexy as hell, planted apart as they were, the bulge between his thighs filling out the front of the material.

“Oh really, Reno, it wasn’t so bad.” She rolled her eyes at his miffed state. “It was just a little present.”

She restrained her smile as he dug his hand into his pocket, no small feat with that erection tightening the material. Her mouth watered at the sight of it. He had been gone for nearly two weeks this time. Too long as far as she was concerned, and she was wet and hungry for him. The adult toys he had been so kind as to teach her to use the last time he was home did little to bank the fire that thinking of him caused.

She blinked as the small velvet box landed on the bed beside her. She almost had to bite her lips to keep back her smile.

“Is this a proposal?" She arched a brow as she glanced back up at him.

Oh yum.
He was undressing. There went the shirt, revealing the golden expanse of his chest, muscles rippling beneath the sun-darkened flesh.

“I’m going to spank your ass,” he grunted as he bent to unlace his boots. “Do you want to know where I was when that box dropped out of my duffel bag, Raven? I was in the middle of communal quarters, sweetheart, with three different teams. Can you imagine the fun those men had at my expense?”

She lifted the box, opening it, and grinned at the sight of the wedding set she had found in his dresser drawer just before he was due to leave. The short letter she had wrapped around it was missing.

Who’s hiding now?
she had written.

He had been so very careful of their relationship over the last three months, never pressing her for anything, but she had seen how he had steadily cemented his presence into her life.

His clothes now shared space with hers. His guitar was residing under her bed, and his prized trophies from high school and college had made their way to her small shelf downstairs. He even had his own computer desk for the laptop he often worked on. This was his home. He hadn’t asked to inhabit it, he had just moved in, just as he had taken her heart, a little bit at time. But he never mentioned taking it further, never pushed her, though she could tell he wanted to.

She looked up as his pants cleared his hips and his erection sprang free. Thick, the broad head flushed to a near purple hue, it looked intimidating, ready to conquer. She was more than ready to be conquered.

“Turn over,” he growled.

He had that intimidating, dominating look on his face now. The one that made her cream furiously and made her blood pressure shoot through the roof. She loved it when he looked like that, and she loved what resulted.

“Do I look crazy to you?" She flipped the box closed as she watched him mockingly. “Why buy the cow, Reno, if you’re getting the milk free? I think perhaps you should sleep in the spare bedroom tonight. Better yet, Morganna’s not having any parties this weekend. Maybe she can spare a bed.”

She moved to get off the bed, knowing the game and loving it. She saw that twinkle in his eye. The happiness that tugged at his fiercely controlled lips and the lust that flushed the hard cheekbones of his face.

Her feet barely touched the floor when she felt his arm hook around her waist, dragging her back to the bed as he flipped her onto her stomach in one smooth, economical move.

She screeched in mock protest, struggling against him as she felt his muscular legs bracket her, holding her to the mattress.

A second later, his callused palm landed on her rear with stinging force. Heat whipped through her buttocks, sizzled along her nerve endings, then down to her clit with vicious force.

“Reno, that’s cruel and unusual treatment.” She bucked against his hold. “There’s laws against this.”

He smacked the other cheek, causing her to wiggle fiercely as her vagina began to ripple in desperate need. Damn him, he knew what this did to her.

“Your proposal sucked, Raven,” he drawled lazily as another blow landed, making her moan at the border between pleasure and pain.

“It beat yours,” she cried out, pressing back, feeling the tip of his erection as it slid against the crease of her damp thighs.

He was hard and hot, and her body was starving for him. She pressed back again, moaning heavily as two more strikes landed on her upraised ass, making her clench at the fire blooming there.

“I was wooing you,” he half snarled.

He was always like this after a mission, more dominant, so eager for her that he took her breath away.

“You call that wooing?" She was panting now. His hips shifted, pressing his cock against her eager entrance as she fought for that first hard thrust. “I could die an old maid waiting on you.” The next smack landed with burning force on her ass as she felt her womb contract almost violently.

A second later, her back arched as a hoarse scream tore from her throat. The full, heavy length of his cock surged inside the slick, tight confines of her vagina triggering an explosive climax that left her shaking in reaction, shudders of pleasure vibrating through her entire body.

“Oh, you’re not done yet, baby.” He slid free of her, flipped her to her back and lifted her legs as his head lowered.

His tongue attacked the sensitive folds with ravenous greed, licking around her straining clit as his murmurs of approval hummed against her flesh. Deep, penetrating thrusts of his tongue had her lifting her hips in supplication moments later, only to have him retreat to torture the burning nub above once again.

He was voracious. A sensual, sexual demon intent on draining her of every last vestige of resistance against him. Not that the resistance was anything more than feigned. She loved this side of him, provoked it often and gloried in his possession of her.

She could feel her heart hammering against her chest as her hands lifted from the bed, her fingers moving for the aching tips of her breasts, knowing he was watching. It inflamed her all the more to know that she could push him over the edge, that she could make him as crazy with need as he made her.

He was her lover, her heart and her soul.

She pinched at her nipple as she heard him groan roughly, tugging at the tender points as her eyes opened, her gaze meeting his as his tongue circled her straining clit. He would make her come again, make her scream for him. He always did.

She could feel perspiration gathering on her body as the heat inside her began to build. Her muscles tensed, her breathing became broken whimpers of agonizing need until his mouth covered the erect little clit, his tongue flickering as he sucked it firmly.

She screamed for him as she exploded. Rocketing into the stars with a force that left her dizzy as she felt him thrust inside her, hard and deep, penetrating her to the very core before his hips began to move with furious thrusts.

It didn’t take him long. The need was too great; the absence had been too long. He pushed her into a final, exhausted orgasm before giving in to his own, groaning harshly as he buried inside her, his cock jerking in reflex as he spilled his semen in the gripping depths of her pussy.

Seconds later he collapsed beside her with an exhausted sigh, pulling her to his chest as they both fought to bring their breathing under control.

“I need coffee,” she muttered sleepily, burrowing close, her hand going to the scar on the right side of his chest.

The bullet he had taken there could have taken his life if it had been a few more inches toward the center It had been a close call. A terrifying one, but she had survived it without recriminations. When he came home, she had babied him and loved him, and treasured every day she had with him after that. She vowed she would never waste their lives as her mother had hers.

“Coffee hussy,” he chuckled into her hair. “What do you do when I’m gone?”

She breathed out pitifully. “I suffer, Reno. It’s a tragic, horrible sight to witness. Poor Morganna even feels sorry for me.”

She shivered as his hands caressed her back, one running low to her hips before smoothing over her buttocks.

“You’re marrying me.” His voice suddenly hardened. “Notice, I’m not asking. I’m telling you.”

“I already proposed, big shot. You dropped the ball. Remember?”

He grunted at that. “Minx. The men are still laughing over that note you left. Don’t you know I’m fearless? I never hide.”

“Coward.” She yawned, unconcerned, nipping his chest as her lips closed. “Do you know how mad I got when I found that box? It’s a good thing you were getting ready to leave that day or I might have had to hurt you.”

He gripped a handful of hair, tugging her head back as she stared up at him, her legs smoothing across his as she felt his erection growing, pressing against her lower stomach.

“I love you, Raven,” he whispered then, his voice no longer filled with amusement, his gaze velvet soft as he watched her. “Forever.”

“You took a hell of a chance, Reno,” she whispered. “I didn’t know myself how much I loved you. What if I hadn’t realized?”

A smile curved his lips. “I would have fucked you into submission.”

She rolled her eyes, one hand pressing against his shoulder as though to push him away.

“Get serious.”

“Withheld the coffee?" he suggested darkly.

She stared up at him in some concern then. “You "wouldn’t do that.”

“Oh yes I would have,” he growled. “But more importantly, I wouldn’t have given you a moment’s peace. You’re mine, baby, and I don’t let go of what’s mine.”

He kissed her then, a kiss filled with promise, heat and magic as her heart dissolved within her chest and flowed into his. It wouldn’t do him any good to let her go, she thought, because she had no intention of releasing him.

“I love you, Reno,” she whispered against his lips again. “Forever.”