Page 110 of Dangerous Games (Tempting SEALs 2)

And she was right, which he hated more. Or did he? She knew him. She had always known him. What made him angry, what made him laugh, what could make him pull his hair out in frustration. Morganna knew, like the little witch she was.

"You still don't obey. Anyone." He rubbed the back of his neck in frustration. "You drive me fucking crazy. You've always driven me crazy. You make me want to fuck you silly and at the same time I want to paddle your ass for not listening to good sense."

"Good sense being whatever you want me to do?" she argued, her eyes blazing, her breasts heaving. His dick was throbbing like an open wound even as his own frustration began to rise.

Damn, nothing turned him on faster than Morganna when she decided to get defiant.

"For God's sake, Morganna, you drove us crazy all your damned life," he snarled. "Slipping out of your room to follow me and Reno-"

"You were always catting around." She pouted. "God only knows what kind of disease you would have ended up with if you hadn't had to deal with me following you instead."

Surprise narrowed his eyes. "The parties?"

She rolled her eyes. "Oh really, Clint, you came looking for me, didn't you?"

His lips flattened. "The flirting? The boyfriends?" She breathed in mockingly as she lifted her hand, glanced at her nails, then placed her fingers on her hip as she gazed back up at him archly. "Now, Clint, would you have paid half as much attention to me over the past few years if I had sat at home and waited on you? You would have forgotten I existed." "You little minx." Astonished amusement underlay the irritation in his voice.

"Hey, a girl has to do what a girl has to do." She shrugged negligently. "But I've stopped chasing after you, Clint. I'll be damned if I'll waste any more of my time on a man who continues to run from me. Go play SEAL games or something; I have a life to get on with, and living that life doesn't include watching you leave every time you figure out that you can't control me. And it sure as hell doesn't include waiting on you to decide if I'm worthy of loving every time you get in a little snit."

"A little snit?" he growled, feeling the loss of control he always felt around her. Damn her, she could tie his guts into knots with no more than a look. "Wanting to keep that pretty little ass of yours alive doesn't constitute being in a snit, Morganna."

"You're too controlling-"

"You're too damned wild," he accused in return. "Left on your own, only God knows the chaos you'll cause. You're trouble in progress, dammit, and you know it."

She tossed her head; the seductive, sensual little movement had every instinct in his body howling to take her down. He wanted her on her knees, that pert little ass lifted to him as he plowed into her from behind.

"Whatever, SEAL-boy. Now just go away. I'm certain I'll manage fine without you."

The last parting shot should have pissed him off. Hell, he had just bared his heart to her and she came out fighting. But he saw the pain in her eyes, the hope and the dreams. Yeah, he knew Morganna way too well. She was a woman, with a woman's strange thoughts and illogical demands, a beautiful, challenging little witch, and by God, he was going to get the upper hand here if it killed him. She was daring him to do it, and he wasn't about to pass up the opportunity.

"And you think I'm just going to turn and walk out that door now?" he asked her curiously. "It's hard to believe you're giving up so easily, Morganna. You've been fighting to get me into your bed for years. I thought you were more stubborn than that."

He moved his fingers to the buttons of his shirt while he talked, flicking the little discs free as he watched her. Her eyes were locked on each movement, her cheeks flushing further as her gaze took on a hungry little gleam.

Of course she was more stubborn than that. He resisted the urge to smile, to shake his head, as he finished unbuttoning his shirt, as he pulled the hem from his jeans. Her gaze was almost a physical touch, licking over his bare chest as he shrugged from the material.

"Don't make me cut the clothes off you, baby," he warned her gently. "Take them off."

Excitement flickered in her eyes.

"I told you, I have an appointment." She crossed her arms over her breasts. "If you think getting back into my bed is going to be this easy-"

"I went to see my mother." He sat down on Morganna's bed, lifting one foot to place it on his knee as he began unlacing his hiking boots.

He watched Morganna. She became still, wary.

"Oh yeah?" she finally asked when he said nothing more.

"She said you came to visit." He pulled his boot free of his foot before lifting his other foot and working on the laces of that boot.

"Is there a point to this subject?"

He dropped the boot and stared up at her. She looked fragile, delicate, and despite her ferocity, she was just a woman. Created to be protected, cherished.

"Why did you go see her?"

Her lips firmed as the irritation in her gaze turned to anger.

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