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Liquid heat began to surround him. She was so tight he had to work inside her, groaning with each shallow thrust until he filled her, until he could feel every inch of his erection surrounded by her.

And it wasn't enough. He held her as close to his chest as possible, needing her skin to merge with his, to touch her soul despite the fear holding him back.

"Hold me," he growled against her neck.

But she was holding him, her arms tight around his shoulders. And it wasn't enough. He needed more. Needed more of her to still the pain building in his soul.

"Hold me, Morganna." He began to thrust, desperate for her, needing more in ways he couldn't explain. He couldn't get closer to her, it wasn't possible, but still, it wasn't enough. God, it wasn't enough; he was going to die if he couldn't touch her deeper, if she didn't touch him deeper.

Her arms tightened around his shoulders then, her cries echoing in his ear as he pushed her harder, his thrusts gaining in speed, killing them both in pleasure as his desperation drove him harder.

Harder. More. God, he needed more.

"I love you, Clint.. .." Her cry tore through his head as he felt her tighten around him, felt her orgasm taking her. "I love you...."

And he was there. She was there. Deeper. He buried his head in her neck as his own release swept over him. Pulse after blinding pulse as sanity became hostage to pleasure, and Morganna swept through his soul.

Chapter 13

HE WAS RUNNING SCARED. MORGANNA Could feel it. It echoed in the sluggish beat of her heart and the pain that resounded in her soul.

It wasn't a physical escape but mental. Emotional.

"What time are we meeting Joe again?" She forced Clint to turn his gaze to her as she slid a stocking over her toes and pulled it slowly up her leg.

Dressed only in a black thong and black demi-bra, she knew the image she presented. Sex. Seduction. And the effect wasn't lost if that bulge in his pants was anything to go by.

"Four." His answer was quiet, his voice distant.

Morganna ducked her head as she lifted the mate to the black stocking she had just adjusted at her thigh as she sat on the edge of the bed. It went over her opposite foot, sliding it up her leg as his eyes stayed on her. He watched her when she turned away, when she lowered her head, but if she faced him directly his gaze would flicker from her before turning back.

It terrified her. Not because she was scared of him but because the strength of his defense mechanism had come the moment he lifted from her body hours before, stalking to the bathroom, where he had showered for what seemed like hours.

Long enough she was certain his skin was going to prune.

"Would you hurry and dress? We need to get out of here." He was in SEAL mode, as she and Raven called it. Emotionless, all business.

Morganna adjusted the stocking before glancing over at the chair where he sat again. He was sprawled out in all appearance of lazy abandon. Even the appearance of it sucked, though.

"I told you it took a while for me to get ready." She lifted her shoulders in a negligent shrug as she rose to her feet, careful to keep her back to him.

She could feel his eyes on her ass. The intimate knowledge didn't shock her, she had always known when Clint was watching her, but now she knew the difference in the varying intentness of it.

He was eating up the sight of her. Devouring it. Aching for it. And he was holding himself back from her. Pulling away the only way he knew how.

She reached back, adjusting the material that ran from the cleft of her rear along her hips. She heard his indrawn breath and chose to ignore it.

Turning slowly, she moved for the clothes Clint had some-now managed to find earlier. After that long-assed shower, he had disappeared for an hour and returned with the clothes he had informed her she would wear.

"Your taste sucks." She lifted the minuscule black leather skirt and stepped carefully into it.

The edges of her stockings showed, but they looked reasonably sexy. The black silk camisole top wouldn't have been her first choice, though she hadn't argued when she lifted it from the bag earlier.

"It looks okay." His eyes never left her as he rubbed his ringer over his chin, his gaze going over her.

She knew what he was doing. He was calculating the best way to keep her out of danger, going over every detail of what they were about to do, and forcing himself to see her as a tool for the job rather than the woman he ached for.

SEAL mode. She hated it.

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