Page 25 of Dangerous Games (Tempting SEALs 2)

He was met with the sight of that silky bare skin between the top and her pajama bottoms. Her shallow belly button, glistening with the gold of her belly ring. He pressed his cheek against the heated flesh, then turned his head until his lips were opening on it. Soft, sweet Morganna. He licked at her, blowing his breath over the damp flesh as she shivered in his grip.

His tongue laved the soft skin; his hands clenched in the elastic band of the bottoms and slowly pulled them down her thighs. He had to taste her. How many times had he dreamed of it? Of feeling the hot syrup of her desire against his tongue as she unraveled in his hold?

Her bare mound glistened with her juices as he forced her legs apart, his fingers spreading the soft folds for his mouth.

"I have a bed," she cried out, even as her hips arched to him. "Oh God, Clint, I won't be able to stand up."

"I'll hold you up," he muttered, moving a hand between her thighs as his tongue arrowed in on the ripe flesh awaiting him.

Her keening cry filled his senses as the soft, sweet taste of her exploded against his tongue and the tight, hot grip of her sex began to surround his questing fingers. She was a wet, silken vise around the two fingers he began to work inside her, drenching them with the heated slide of her juices. Beneath his tongue, her clit swelled in anticipation, and her hips writhed against his touch.

"Come for me, baby," he whispered, dying to feel her convulse around his fingers, to taste the pleasure he could hear echoing in her cries. "I want to feel you come for me."

His lips moved over her clit, catching it in the gentle suction of his mouth as his tongue began to flicker over her. His fingers moved inside her, stretching her, filling her completely, before bending and finding the sensitive spot inside, just behind her clit.

The pads of his fingers rubbed gently as he increased the friction on her clit. She was close. So close her hands were tangled in his hair, pulling at it as her body began to tighten.

She was going to come. Morganna fought to breathe as the pleasure overwhelmed her, stole her sense of self, and merged her with Clint. Whatever the hell he was doing with his fingers was destroying her. They didn't just stretch her, didn't just fill her with pulses of fiery sensation. But he was rubbing against something, making her clit pulse in warning, swell, and demand relief.

She fought against his hold, desperate to feel his fingers pumping inside her, but the arm wrapped around her hips held her carefully in place. She wasn't moving, but she was getting ready to fly. She could feel it building, tightening in her womb, in the ecstatic pulses pounding in her clitoris.

She arched tighter to him, feeling the pressure from his mouth increase, feeling the sizzle of impending orgasm rush along her spine. So close. Her fingers dug into his hair as he suckled at her clit, harder, faster, his tongue massaging her with fast, rapid strokes until she splintered.

Her own screams echoed in her head as the orgasm slammed through her, rocking through her system, jerking her with hard, brutal spasms as her sex convulsed around his fingers and tightened almost painfully before releasing again, jerking the strength from her legs and leaving her helpless in his grip.

Stars exploded through her head as space and time warped around her. Clint was wringing every last ounce of pleasure from her helpless body and stealing her breath, her reality, with his touch.

When she finally slumped against the wall, he began to release her. Slowly. His head lifted from her oversensitive flesh as his fingers eased slowly from her vagina, pulling back as the muscles protested with a last, violent spasm that sent shudders slamming through her.

His hands were gentle as he pulled her pajamas back into place, sat her in the chair he had vacated earlier, and pulled her top over her naked breasts.

It was over. She could see it in the tight lines of his face, the raging, unquenched lust in his eyes. He wouldn't go any further, despite his own need. And his need raged. She could see it. Feel it.

"It won't go away," she whispered tearfully as he squatted in front of her. "It will only get worse now, Clint."

His fingertips touched her cheek as a grimace contorted his face.

"Stay out of the clubs," he ordered hoarsely. "Stay away from me, Morganna. For both our sakes."

He leaned forward, kissed her lips with such tenderness she felt the first tear fall from her eyes as he stood to his feet.

"Don't make me do something we'll both regret. If you do nothing else to save yourself, baby, do that."

Morganna kept her head down, hid her tears, and fought the anger rising hot and deep inside her. Her fists clenched against the need to scream, to rail, to beg. And she swore she would never do that. She was a fighter, but she wouldn't fight for pity.

She stayed silent until the door closed behind him, until she heard the truck start up in the back driveway with a powerful throb.

Then the tears fell. And she swore she would never cry for him again. Just as she had the last time.

Chapter 7

HE WAS DOWN, BUT SHE wasn't beaten. Morganna dressed carefully for the night, beginning late in the afternoon to prepare to make her own stand. She couldn't have Clint and she knew it now, but she would die and go to hell before she obeyed him. She had a job to do, and she was determined to finish it.

She wasn't officially off this assignment until her commander gave the order. She had begun working with Joe Merino's team first as a watcher. That was something Morganna had always been good at. She knew how to watch, how to pay attention to body language and pinpoint the women who were acting out of character.

She was well-known in the club scene, so she wasn't a suspected agent. Despite the arrest last week, her cover was still solid. No one knew who had witnessed the three men drugging that woman. And despite the attempted hit the night before, Morganna wasn't convinced her cover was blown. And if it was, then it could work more in the team's favor than against it.

But until she was told differently, she was still an agent here, and her job was still to show up and watch the action playing out.

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