Navy SEALs Complete Series: 3 Books + 3 Novellas (Tempting Navy SEALs) (6 page)

What his teeth were doing was nothing compared to where his other hand had moved. To her thigh. He was pushing her skirt above her legs, his palm sliding over sensitive flesh until it cupped the hot, damp core weeping with need.

“Damn, you’re soaking wet.” His voice was almost a groan as she whimpered, pressing her head into the door and fighting for control. “You like to push me, don’t you? How many years have you been doing this, Morganna? Pushing me, growing wet and hot every time we’ve fought? Almost as wet as I am hard. You’ve been making my dick hard for nearly ten years now.”

His fingers were burrowing beneath the elastic of her panties, uncaring when it snapped from the force. Morganna didn’t care, either. Using one foot between hers, he forced her legs wider as his fingers moved to the saturated folds of flesh he found there.

Bare, smooth, recently waxed, every sensitive cell of her flesh shouted in pleasure as his fingers ran through the narrow slit, circled her swollen clit, then slid back to the aching entrance of her vagina.

She arched against him, frantic now as pleasure seared her nerve endings. It would take so little to bring release, a release that she knew for a while would ease the aching knot of hunger that burned for him.

“So sweet and hot,” he whispered, his mouth moving to
the sensitive cord of her neck as his fingers massaged the small opening, encouraging the wet heat to flow harder from her core. “I bet you could come so easy for me, couldn’t you, baby? One hard thrust inside that tight little pussy and you’d explode like the Fourth of July. Do you want to explode, sweetheart?”

She did. Oh God, she did. She needed to. If she didn’t, she was going to die. She panted in anticipation as she felt his fingers move again, felt the touch of not one fingertip against her entrance but two. Oh yes, she was going to come so hard. Just one thrust. One hard, searing thrust and the hunger would be quenched.

But he didn’t thrust hard. He eased in. Morganna heard her own shattered cry as she felt the slow, heated stretching of her pussy, felt his fingers working into her with practiced, diabolical skill.

“God, you feel like silk. Hot, slick silk, Morganna.”

He continued to ease inside, filling her, burning her, driving the heat higher, hotter, but never stilling the flames.

“Please . . .” She couldn’t still the weak plea as he filled her, felt his fingers crooking a second before he began to rub that spot she could never seem to effectively manipulate.

But he was. With just the calloused pad of his fingertip he was sending blistering shards of nearing rapture to shoot through her nerve endings.

“You’re so close, Morganna,” he whispered. “I’m going to have you in my bed, those pretty thighs spread and my cock stretching you more.”

His fingers were wicked. Carnal. Destructive.

He slid them back, nearly pulling free before he moved inside her again. The same steady, slow entrance, the same diabolical caress when they reached the depths of her vagina.

She was shaking, shuddering with need now. Lust was a demon devouring her mind, the need to orgasm so pervasive, so imperative, now that she knew she was fighting a losing battle.

“I can feel you rippling around my fingers, milking them. Wouldn’t it feel so good, Morganna? Climaxing for me? Filling my hand with your sweet warmth?”

“Not fair. . . .” She was reaching blindly for that release, so close, so desperate for it that she felt as though she would shatter without it.

“No. Not fair is seeing you nearly run down by that car.” Rage filled his voice as his body pressed her harder into the door. “Not fair is feeling those bullets pelt around you, knowing you could die.” His fingers jerked inside her, as though he couldn’t resist thrusting, just a little, almost enough.

Enough to have her crying out, arching to her tiptoes, then falling back, fighting desperately to find that final sensation needed to pitch her over the edge.

“You almost died in front of my eyes, damn you,” he snarled before his teeth raked over her neck, his fingers flexing inside her. “For God’s sake, Morganna, why?”

She opened her mouth to speak, to spill every secret she had been trusted with. The information couldn’t be bought, but, oh God, it could be had. As she was drawing in the breath to confide every morsel of information, a hard knock vibrated against her cheek with enough force to shock her.

Clint stilled behind her as the knock came again, harder this time.

“If that’s your leather-clad Lothario, I’m going to kill him.”

She whimpered as Clint’s fingers slid from the aching depths of her pussy and he pulled her back as he stepped aside. He didn’t give her time to recover, didn’t give her the option to leave the room. He looked through the peephole as he released Morganna, pushing her slowly behind him as she stumbled, fighting to regain her balance, cursed, then swung the door open to face the four plainclothes DEA agents she worked with.

Joe Merino was no one’s fool. She saw the knowledge of what had been going on behind the door narrow his eyes as Craig’s muttered curse echoed behind him.

Joe flipped open the small wallet that carried his badge and identification. The DEA seal was clear, as were the others who stood around him.

“Clint, we need to talk.” Joe’s gaze flickered to Morganna before a tight smile curved his rough face. “If you don’t mind.”

“Well, well, well,” Clint drawled, glancing at her over his shoulder. “It looks like your cavalry is here. Do you think they’ll have my answers?”

Clint was more furious than he could remember ever being in his life. And there were times he had been damned mad. It wasn’t bad enough that he had learned the innocence that shone so bright in her eyes was false. No woman who embraced the submissive lifestyle could claim the degree of sexual innocence he had fooled himself into believing he saw within Morganna.

But added to that was the knowledge that she had managed to get herself tangled into a web so dangerous, it made his guts cramp in fear. Son of a bitch, he was going to kill Merino. If it was the last thing he managed to do in his life, the man was dead.

After the four men moved into the room, Clint gripped the side of the door and slammed it closed with a force that had Morganna flinching in surprise. His gaze sliced to her wide gray eyes, his jaw bunching with the effort not to put his arms around her, to hold her to him. To know she was safe.

“Buy insurance, Merino,” he growled as he turned from Morganna. “Good insurance. You don’t want your family to be out too much when they have to bury you.”

Joe Merino’s mobile lips kicked up in a cool grin as his brown eyes gleamed with wary amusement. “Come on, Clint; chill out, man. I had no idea she belonged to you.” He flashed Morganna a chastising look.

“Oh God, does this sound like a trashy novel or what?” Morganna piped up, her voice filled with disgust.

“I want to hear the explanations. I’m going to assume you’re working on the date rape case, and pray I’m wrong, because if I’m not, there’s going to be hell to pay once Reno finds out,” Clint ordered tersely

“Tattletale,” she grumbled.

He ignored her, merely staring back at Merino with narrowed eyes.

Joe shook his head mockingly as he stared back at Morganna. “Does your family even know what you do?” he finally asked her.

She pressed her lips tightly together.

Hell no, they didn’t.

Joe sighed. “She’s a DEA agent, Clint. One of the best rookies we have. I don’t know where that attack came from tonight, or who’s behind it, but this is Morganna’s first case and she hasn’t had time to draw that kind of notice yet.”

“It was probably a hit against him,” Morganna said. “I keep telling him he’s going to piss off the wrong person.”

“You set her up as bait,” Clint said, continuing to ignore her. Right now, it was his safest bet.

He couldn’t believe it. Morganna working with the DEA? That wasn’t possible. She couldn’t pull something like that off without Reno’s knowledge. And sure to God, Reno would have told him.

She couldn’t be doing this. She was too soft, too fragile. A man protected women like her; he didn’t allow them to be drawn into the middle of a nightmare.

“We’re investigating the hit,” Merino sighed as he pushed his hands into his slacks pockets and stared back at Clint consideringly. “I’m here out of consideration to you. Because I respect you. But Morganna is an agent with this force, Clint. I can’t have you jerking her out of the arena every chance you get.”

Joe Merino was one tough son of a bitch, despite the designer clothes he wore. He had resigned his commission with the SEALs five years before, after his wife’s death, and gone
to work with the DEA instead. He was snake-mean when dealing with criminals and not much nicer when dealing with friendlies.

But he was a damned good agent, and Clint had once believed his judgment to be sound. Pulling Morganna in on this was not sound judgment. Because he should have known that even if Reno didn’t kill him, Clint would. Agent or no agent, this was no place for Morganna.

He turned to Morganna, barely restraining the agonizing fear for her as she stared back at him. It tightened every muscle in his body and left him struggling to pull enough oxygen into his lungs to breathe.

She was deliberately risking her life. She was risking his sanity, his very survival, with this madness.

“You didn’t tell me? Did Raven know?” He was surprised at the hurt that clenched his chest at the thought.

“Raven only knew that I was back in school until my actual graduation. Reno still doesn’t know any differently,” she finally revealed. “Come on, Clint, I didn’t want to be jerked out before I even had a chance to graduate from the Law Enforcement Academy.”

“You didn’t need to be there!” he exclaimed, aware of the horror in his voice. “For God’s sake, Morganna. Merino is going to get you killed.”

She stared back at Clint in determination, defiant courage lighting her eyes. “I’m good at what I do.”

He turned to Merino. “And what made you think you could place her in this kind of danger?” he snarled. “Reno will take you out for this, Joe, and you know it.”

“Reno will accept it the same way you will—”

“Exactly, because I’m going to kill you first.” Clint clenched his fists as he fought to restrain the need to kill the bastard now. “Slowly. Reno can have what’s left.”

Merino snorted mockingly. “Give it up, Clint. We approached you months ago about working this case because of your experience and your reputation on the BDSM scene.
You turned it down, so your opinion doesn’t carry any weight here.”

“I have a job, remember?” Clint pointed out sarcastically. “It does kind of require a steady amount of time.”

Merino grimaced. “You’re on leave for six more weeks,” he pointed out. “We could wrap this up within that time with your help. Your reputation as a powerful Dom, combined with the reputation Craig has gained from chasing after Morganna this year, could give us the ace we need—”

“Forget it.”

“Everyone knows her; they know you. Craig is considered new on the scene. He’s barely been in a year—”

Clint swung his gaze to Morganna. “How long have you been involved in this?”

She lifted her chin, her eyes glittering in challenge. “The club scene, for more than three years now. The agency, six months.”

Fuck. Fuck. “And I missed you at those clubs, how?” he demanded.

“I don’t know.” She shrugged her shoulders, crossing her arms beneath her breasts and drawing his gaze to the hard-tipped mounds. “I guess you just weren’t at the right club at the right time, Clint. Or maybe you just weren’t paying enough attention to me.” Her eyes rounded in mock innocence. “I guess it could have been either one.”

Either one? He turned from her slowly. He needed to kill; since he would never consider hurting so much as a hair on her head, that left Merino.

“Forget the insurance,” Clint said softly. “I won’t leave enough of you to bury.”

The setup was enough to make Clint clench his teeth and fight back an explosion he knew would land him in prison. Killing a cop was bad, even if the cop did deserve to die. And no one deserved it like Merino did.

Morganna had been working the case more than a year.

Fresh out of a Law Enforcement Academy that Clint hadn’t even known she attended; hell, he’d thought she was in secretarial school. After graduation, she had gone to Joe and requested to be part of his task force. She knew the scene, knew the people, and she had the training he needed for an agent.

Clint was aware of the case. Two years ago, a new, specially synthesized date rape drug had come onto the market. A stimulant with the capabilities of rendering victims unable to remember anything but the haziest details while turning them into sex machines for hours at a time. It affected men and women; the powerful aphrodisiac also had the unfortunate side effect of killing the victim in many cases.

The sale of the drug had been controlled by the suppliers, resulting in the inability to identify where it had come from or who was using it. The majority of the women dosed with it disappeared for days at a time and, if they lived, turned up brutalized.

Many hadn’t lived. But the videos made of their rapes had turned up to make millions on the black market. The sexual exploitation of those women was horrendous. Those who survived lived a waking nightmare of knowing the crimes committed against them were being sold, enjoyed. The resulting suicides hadn’t been a surprise.

Not that women had been the only victims. There had been a few men, though those occasions weren’t as numerous.

Clint managed to drag the details out of Merino once the other man understood that death was in his immediate future. Morganna’s part in the case had been small. She had already been part of the club scene, evidently had been for years. She had been careful, though, staying home when Clint was in town or going to the less extreme clubs that he didn’t associate with.

Diva’s, Merlin’s, and the Roundtable were his favorites. They were also the upper-scale, more expensive BDSM clubs on the eastern seaboard and just happened to operate in the same general vicinity of Atlanta.