Page 98 of Dangerous Games (Tempting SEALs 2)

"Fuck yes!" His lips tightened into a grimace as his fingers curled around his cock, stroking it slowly while he watched her touch herself, watched the silk of her panties moving over her hand.

"Are you wet, baby?" he growled. "Very wet," she breathed out roughly. "And swollen. I ache, Clint."

His teeth clenched, the muscle at the side of his jaw flexing convulsively as he reached out with his other hand, pulling the small triangle of material aside to watch her.

"Oh yeah, baby," he whispered as her fingers circled her clit, making it swell further as it throbbed in need. "Slide down further. Let me see you enter yourself. I need to see it, Morganna. Show me how you pleasure yourself when I'm not with you."

She whimpered at the dark tone, the suspicion that like her, Clint was building memories. She did as he asked, her fingers moving lower until one finger was dipping inside the hot, wet depths of her vagina.

How did she please herself when he wasn't around? Desperately. She ached and cried out his name and writhed beneath him as her finger thrust inside the aching channel. Her hips lifted, her feet digging into the leather couch as her palm raked her clit and she began a steady rhythm designed to throw her into release. Except the pleasure was stronger this time; it gave a mockery to any sensation she had ever known without his gaze upon her.

"Oh yeah." He stroked his cock as he watched her, the hard muscles of his stomach clenching as she lifted her hips to meet the thrust of her own fingers, the sound of wet flesh meeting the desperate movements colliding with their panting breaths. "Damn, that's pretty. So sweet and pretty," he growled as he began to push at his pants, jerking them over his hips before he cursed. "Damn boots."

She was close, too close to find the humor in his words or to understand what they meant.

"Clint." She whispered his name as she did when she was alone, barely able to stare up at him, fighting to keep her eyes open enough to watch his face. This would be another memory to pull out and hold close when he left. She didn't want to miss a single moment of it.

"Yes, baby," he growled, moving closer to her, his pants at his thighs as one hand gripped her wrist. "Enough now."

She cried out in protest.

"Easy, baby." He pulled her fingers free of her own wet flesh before lifting them to his mouth while bending closer to her.

He moved into position, sliding between her thighs as he came over her. His eyes were nearly black, burning with lust and emot

ion as she felt his cock press against the tender opening of her vagina.

One hard thrust sent his cock spearing to the very depths of her aching pussy as his lips covered her fingers, sucking them into his mouth as her vagina sucked at the thick flesh invading it.

Flames beat at her mind as a burning heat filled her core. One hand gripped her hips, lifting her closer as he braced his knees on the couch and his hips began to thrust the thick spear of his erection inside her with deep, hard movements.

It was so good. Her hands dug into the leather of the couch as she lifted to him. Oh God, she was so close to coming, she could feel the hard clench of her womb, the fire sizzling inside it, and she knew she wouldn't last much longer.

The expression on Clint's face held her spellbound; the lust and emotion raging through his eyes would have stolen her breath if there was any left in her body.

"That's it," he groaned. "Tighten around me, baby." His grimace was one of painful pleasure as she felt the contractions attacking her, the release overtaking her.

"Watch me." His harsh command had her eyes jerking open, staring back into his as the rhythm of his thrusts increased, his cock pumping in and out of the desperately clenching channel of her vagina as panting moans began to leave her throat.

She watched him. Watched his expression tighten, watched the violent pleasure that filled his gaze as she finally slipped over the edge.

The explosion that detonated in her womb overtook her. Mind. Body. Heart and soul. She jerked in his grip, thrusting back into him harder as the rocketing flames bloomed through her senses and overtook her nervous system.

The cataclysmic physical upheaval went beyond pleasure, beyond ecstasy. It consumed her soul as she felt his final hard thrust a second before the deep, heated spurts of his semen began to fill her.

She felt his release with a sense of bittersweet acceptance. For once, he had given her all of himself, only to deny them both the choice of her ever carrying his child.

As Clint collapsed over her, Morganna's arms lifted to his shoulders, wrapping them around him as she held him close. Their heartbeats pounded against each other fiercely, shaking their bodies as the final tremors of release eased through them.

"If I could change myself I would, for you," he whispered at her ear. "If I could change the past, I'd do it for both of us."

He was such a man. But that was okay, for now; she was sated, replete, and warm. For now, she would let him believe whatever it was he believed. He could continue to believe he was footloose and fancy-free for the time being. He was hers. He just had yet to realize it.

"I love you anyway," she whispered. "I'll always love you, Clint."

As the words whispered from her lips, a low vibration of sound began to hum through the suite. It wasn't a piercing alarm, but her eyes widened at the knowledge that it was an alarm all the same.

Chapter 27

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