Page 44 of Dangerous Games (Tempting SEALs 2)

He growled into the kiss, the animalistic, primal sound sending shivers racing down her back as her nails raked over his shoulders while she squirmed against him, bucking in his arms in an attempt to be free of him. She wanted to touch him, devour him. Standing still and in a haze of pleasure beneath his kiss was all very well and good, but she had waited years for this. Fantasized about it. Ached for it. She wanted more than her own submission.

"Stay still. God. Easy, baby..." he panted as his hips pressed her against the wall, and leaned back to grab her wrists and shackle them over her head. "Leave me a little self-control here."

"Like hell." She nipped at his lips as they lowered, the swollen sensuality of them making her want to devour them. He had stripped her of her self-control; why should she leave him any?

"I'm going to paddle your ass if you keep this up." His eyes were glittering with lust, his voice thick with it as he stared down at her.

His hands were like manacles on her wrists as she glared back at him, or tried to glare back at him. It was hard to glare when she could feel her juices literally dripping between her thighs and the love she felt for him weakening her knees. God, she loved him. Loved him until she felt seared from the emotion.

"You and whose army?" she taunted with a smug, mocking smile. "Don't make threats, big boy, that you can't uphold."

She was dying to feel his hand on her ass. He had been threatening to spank her since she was eighteen years old, and she had fantasized about it just as long.

His eyes narrowed on her as his chest moved harshly with his breathing. She was panting. She was certain someone was limiting the amount of oxygen in the room.

"I should have packed the ball gag in that damned duffel I brought, instead of the butt plug." A sensual smile tugged at his lips just before his tongue licked over hers. "That would have shut you up."

Her vagina convulsed so heavily, she was certain she was going to orgasm right there on the spot.

"Bring a toy to do a man's job, did you?" She bucked in his arms again.

His rough chuckle was wickedly sensual and set her soul on fire. This was how she had dreamed of him. Sexually dominant, allowing her to challenge him, defy him, and taking pleasure in the game.

"Preparation is everything, baby." He crooned, "And trust me, tonight, you'll find out exactly why the hell I didn't take you up on your very charming offer when you were eighteen."

There was no time for a comeback. Before she could do more than squeak in surprise, he picked her up against his chest, strode into the bedroom, and tossed her onto the mattress.

"Take off the shirt," he ordered her roughly as he jerked the duffel bag to the edge of the bed and pulled the zipper on it, removing several items from it that had her flushing in aroused embarrassment. The tapered sexual toy and tube of lubrication had her blood pressure skyrocketing as well as a small spurt of concern. It just wasn't possible that she could accommodate that thing where no toy had gone before.

"In your dreams." She crouched on the bed, staring back at him as she swiped back the long curls that fell over her face.

She felt empowered. Utterly sensual. Staring back at Clint, seeing the naked hunger and intensity of emotion raging in his eyes, Morganna knew that all their battles had merely been foreplay to this.

His smile as he moved for her proved it. Before Morganna could evade him, Clint gripped the hem of the T-shirt, wrestling it from her as she screeched in outrage.

"Arrogant ass," she accused as he moved back, disposing of his pants just as quickly.

Within seconds he was naked, bronzed flesh rippling over powerful muscles as his hand lowered to the stalk of his erection, his fingers stroking over it slowly as he stared down at her.

"That is just so not right," she panted, her eyes widening at the sight of the gold ball ring that pierced the underside of his cock, just beneath the thickly flared crest.

God, he was pierced. That was just so wicked.

Her mouth watered to taste him as his fingers gripped the little ring, tugging at it teasingly as the head of his erection pulsed and darkened with arousal. A little bead of pre-come glistened on the tip, tempting her as she licked her lips in

hunger.

Staring at the flushed, heavily veined flesh, Morganna was distracted just enough, just for the few precious seconds Clint needed to catch her off guard. Before she could do more than gasp in outrage, he moved, gripping her waist and flipping her to her stomach a second before his hand landed on her rear.

"Damn you!" That felt too good. She

was not into that submissive spanking-master stuff, she assured herself, but the sharp little tap to her buttock sent pulses of heat and plea-sure rushing through her.

"Stay still." Clint's voice was harsh, hoarse. "God help me, Morganna, I don't know if I can wait."

He pulled her hips up, back, as she braced herself on the -mattress and tried to crawl away from him. She was not gong to make this easy for him.

"Enough!" One broad hand gripped her hip, holding her n place as his knees bracketed hers.

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