Navy SEALs Complete Series: 3 Books + 3 Novellas (Tempting Navy SEALs) (87 page)

He released her wrists, wrapped his arms around her, and began thrusting between her thighs, stroking the silk of her panties and the leather of her pants against her, rubbing against her clit and causing little snarls to echo in her throat.

Damn him, he was burning her alive.

Her hands buried themselves in his hair, pulled at it. Her knees lifted and bent, clasping his hips as she dug the sharp heels of her boots into the bed and tried to defy the layers of material between them.

She wanted him, bad. She wanted his cock pounding into her. Wanted him fucking her, filling her, stealing her senses and her much lauded control with the lusts that blazed between them.

This was no place for those lusts. The middle of an investigation, in the eye of a storm that threatened to close in on Ian like the narrowing spout of a cyclone. And yet, just
as before, the wild hunger flared through her, rocked her, seared her senses. Opened something inside herself that she didn’t recognize. A core of femininity. A certainty that the rabbit hole the woman hid within had been discovered. The agent she had become could no longer hide the woman desperate to reveal herself.

She was immersed in thick, white-hot sensation and flowing with damp, desperate need. And when his hand slid into the loosened edge of her pants, his hips pulled back, and his fingers found the bare flesh of her saturated sex, Kira knew she was doomed.

She froze, but Ian didn’t have any such inclinations. His fingers found the narrow, sensitized slit, slid through it, and two fingers speared into the snug, slick entrance of her vagina.

“Oh God!” She tore her lips from his, the words bursting from her lips as she felt the muscles surrounding his fingers spasm, felt her juices spurt around them.

“Damn you, you’re hot!” He bit her neck, just like a damned freaking vampire. Just bit right into it and sent her eyes rolling back in her head again as a shudder tore through her.

Her hips jerked, working her sex on his fingers as she felt the explosion just a breath away. Just a frickin’ breath. It was so close she could feel it, taste it, smell it.

“Oh, it’s not that easy,” he snarled, his fingers stilling inside her, just filling her, holding her on the edge of a precipice that was painful.

“Would be,” she panted. “If you wouldn’t be such a
jackass
!” She just wanted to come. It wasn’t like she wanted national secrets or something. Hell, she already had those.

His smile was tight, hard. His hair, mussed from her fingers, fell around his dark tanned face, his lips swollen from her kisses.

He looked like the dominant male he was. A sexually dominant, fierce and forceful, take-all-control kinda guy. He wasn’t going to let a lover control her sexuality or his. That was his prerogative, and by God if he didn’t know how
to do it. Not exactly her normal taste, but he had become a craving.

“What are you doing here, Kira?” He stroked her, inside, just the sweetest, most delicious rubbing of her internal muscles with the tips of his fingers.

Shiverlicious. She shivered and gasped and grew wetter, it was just that damned good.

“Business. Working.” She tried to breathe. Hell, breathing was overrated anyway. If she held her breath, just held it, she could almost fall off the edge from those rasping little strokes inside her pussy.

“Working huh?” He bent and ran his tongue over a stiff nipple. “You do remember how I punish liars, don’t you?”

Was that really her moaning like she wanted to be punished? Oh hell no, couldn’t be. She didn’t play those games, and she wasn’t into any kind of submission. Until it came to Ian. Her butt clenched, she couldn’t help it. And she knew he felt it. She knew she felt his knowing chuckle against her nipple.

“Bite me,” she groaned. She didn’t order or snap. Nope, she groaned, like a helpless whimpering little submissive begging for her master’s touch.

“Where?” His teeth rasped over her nipple.

“That works.”

He bit her. Not too hard. Just enough. He closed his teeth on her nipple just enough for her to feel the pleasure/pain.

Sweet Holy Mother . . . She arched, bearing down on the fingers filling her, and thought for certain she would go off like fireworks from that alone.

God help her, she needed to orgasm.

“Might as well answer me.” He blew another breath over the tight, tormented peak. “What are you up to, Trouble?”

“Trouble,” she agreed, a moan filling the word as his fingers shifted inside her, reached higher and found the most amazing little bunch of nerve endings. Hell, where had those come from? That wasn’t the G-spot, it might even be better than the G-spot.

The I-spot. The Ian spot.

“Oh God, just let me come,” she panted, her hands tightening in his hair as her breathing became harder, rougher.

“Tell me,” he whispered, but despite his seeming determination, he wasn’t unaffected.

Kira stared into his eyes and saw the near black irises, the burgundy glow of lust, and the flush mantling his cheekbones. Heavy sensuality shaped his lips and gave his gaze a drowsy, wicked appearance.

“I swear on my uncle’s bank account. Business. Just business. Now get me off, dammit.” She tried to writhe beneath him, tried to go that last little sensation into orgasm without his help.

“Goddamn you!”

Before Kira could react his fingers had slid from her body, jerked from beneath her pants, and he was jackknifing from the bed to glare at her as he stood over her.

And there she lay, panting, her nipples standing as straight and tall as the imperial guard and her vagina still gushing with need.

“Tease!” She rolled to the other side of the bed, sat on the edge, and jerked her boots off first, then tugged her pants from her legs.

Clad in nothing but a white silk thong, she jerked the bronze silk robe from the chair by the bed and shrugged it on as she turned to face him.

“You know, Ian, this habit you have of leaving me a second before I get off is becoming annoying.”

“Your habit of poking your nose into my business could become dangerous,” he snapped, fury contorting his expression. But lust gleamed thick and bright in his eyes.

Kira pushed her fingers through her tangled hair, shook it out, and cast him a mocking look from beneath her lashes.

“Oh really, Ian,” she drawled then. “You brought your business to me, remember? The night you slipped into my condo and crawled that tight ass of yours into my bed during
that op in Atlanta. Don’t start crying foul now. You’re just pissed off because you finally met a woman unwilling to play the ready-and-willing submissive. Speaking of those, didn’t you ever get bored?”

His lips thinned and she swore that muscle jumping in his jaw was going to tear right out of the tightly stretched flesh of his cheek.

Damn, he was a tad upset.

Poor baby.

“What kind of deal is Homeland Security running here, Kira? Don’t fuck with me. Not now. Mess in my business here and I might have to kill you.”

And damn if he didn’t sound as though he meant it. He was almost believable. Maybe. If she were on mind-altering drugs, she thought with a sniff.

“The big bad cartel leader now, are you?” She tossed her head back and let a low, seductive laugh whisper from her throat. “Come on, Ian, you enjoy the game too much to kill me. Besides.” She moved closer to him, ran a finger down his heaving chest, and whispered the words that she knew had the potential to rock his little world. “Why would they run an op against their favorite bad boy spy?”

It was a guess, nothing more. A supposition. A hope, but the reaction was far more than she anticipated.

The change was frightening. The lust in his eyes was instantly replaced with icy fury. His expression tightened further, the harsh planes and angles of his face cast into savage relief a second before he grabbed her.

Between one breath and the next Kira found herself, arms locked behind her back, her back to his chest, and his powerful arm braced around her neck as his lips lowered to her ear.

“Get out of Aruba, and take your accusations with you. Get as far away from me as possible or I’ll fuck you until you’re dying from the orgasms. And once I’ve had my fill of you, I’ll break your pretty neck.”

His arm tightened around her neck for emphasis as his hard, corded body vibrated with tension against her. She
should have felt at least a frisson of fear. She assumed that was the point behind the hold on her. It wasn’t painful, but it reminded her to the very core of her being that he was broader, stronger, and a hell of a lot more experienced in violence than she was.

She didn’t try to break loose. She knew better. For every move she had, Ian had one to counter it. Instead, she relaxed into the embrace, became soft and pliant, aware that he only tensed further behind her.

“Go ahead, Ian,” she said softly. “Kill me. If you can.”

H
E COULDN’T.

Ian stared down at her face, felt her body relax into him, and felt like a drowning man. Only it was soft, willing woman he was drowning in. The scent and feel of the one woman he had learned was a weakness he could ill afford.

“You’re playing a very dangerous game,” he whispered against the soft silk of her hair as he felt her ass flex against the hard length of his cock.

Her unique, pretty little ears were at his lips, the little slant and soft curve of the lobe tempting his lips.

His dick was throbbing, aching. Just the thought of her could do this to him, make him crazy to fuck her, to hold her to him and bury himself inside her.

Luck had been on his side in Atlanta eight months before. There hadn’t been the time or the opportunity to take her, and each time he’d managed to get his hands on her there had been an interruption.

There would be no interruptions now, the wild side of his brain reminded him with frantic lust. He could push her against the wall, bury himself inside the hot grip of her pussy, and find the relief he needed with teeth-clenching desperation.

“And you’re not?” she asked him as he slowly released her hands.

Hands that slid down and curled over the hard ridge of his erection, stealing his breath.

“Do you think you really managed to slip into that naval clinic unseen, Ian?” she whispered then. “You’re good, big boy, but you’re not that good. Don’t you know that entry point you found unsecured was unsecured for a reason? That the guard was napping, for a reason. That Nathan’s bathroom door was closed. For a reason. I knew you would be there. I knew, all I had to do was wait, because I knew the signs that a path had been made for you. You’re working an op here and we both know it.”

He released her slowly, his hands curling over her shoulders as he pushed her away from his body, despite every cell in his cock screaming no.

She turned slowly to face him, wearing nothing but the bronze silk robe and panties so tiny he wondered why she bothered. Witchy gray eyes stared up at him, the cloudy color ringed with a thin circle of gray-blue that had always fascinated him.

The dangerous statement had cleared the mind-numbing lust from his brain and left him chilled to the bone. His contact at DHS had arranged the visit, he knew that.
But how had Kira known it?

“There’s no op in progress.”

He breathed in through his nose before he moved away from her, pacing to the chair where his expensive silk jacket had been laid. Shrugging it on, he turned back to her, remembering the job, the dangers, and the price of failure.

“He saved my life when I was a kid,” he stated, hearing his own raspy voice and recalling that his screams at that time had nearly broken it. Nathan’s was worse. His voice was so ruined that the sound of it would always remind the other man of the hell he had endured.

Kira nodded. “He told me about that.”

Ian clenched his teeth. “I needed to say goodbye. That was all.”

Her lips pursed. “Just saying goodbye? All security measures were allowed to lapse so a drug lord could say goodbye? Give me a break, Ian.”

“Money in the right hands works wonders,” he assured her, staring back at her with the same icy expression he had perfected over the past several years. “I’m here by choice, Ms. Porter, don’t make the mistake of thinking otherwise. And trust me when I say, I don’t intend to leave.”

Her gaze flickered then, whether with indecision or belief, he couldn’t be sure. Reading Kira was like trying to navigate through lake fog. Damned near impossible.

Finally, another of those irritating, knowing smiles shaped her lips and she shrugged with a graceful shift of her slender shoulders.

That smile was designed to make men crazy. To make them dream of wiping it off her face with passion, or with their dick filling that hot little mouth. Ian had quite a few fantasies concerning the latter.

“Whatever,” she finally answered smoothly. “Uncle Jason is considering buying a villa here, did I mention that? He’s flying in tomorrow to check out a few possibilities that I found today. You go ahead and play your little games, Ian, I’m sure I can find a way to occupy myself.”

“Get the hell out of Aruba, Kira,” he ordered her harshly. “Don’t turn this into a pissing match, because you’ll lose. The hard way.”

She clicked her tongue then. “Really, Ian, you’re losing your perspective. Drug cartel leaders don’t give warnings, they act. I guess you’ll just have to try the cement slippers next.” Her eyes widened. “Or are they using something else here in the Caribbean? Sometimes it’s just so hard to keep up.”

He’d had enough. He’d warned her. She was an experienced agent, she knew the game, the rules and the dangers. If she got her ass killed, then it was out of his hands. He’d warned her.

“Good night, Ms. Porter.” He moved across the room and headed for the door. “I trust you’ll take ample care of yourself while you’re here.”

“I always do, lover.”

He jerked the door open then slammed it behind him as he stepped into the hall. Deke straightened from the wall, his gaze narrowing, his eyes flickering with interest as he glanced at the suite door.

“Let’s move.” Ian stalked down the hallway without explanations. He’d be damned if there was any way to explain Kira, even if Deke was aware of exactly who and what she was.