Page 97 of Dangerous Games (Tempting SEALs 2)

She wanted to hold it at bay forever.

Morganna lifted her arms, curling them around his neck as she moved against him, taking his kiss, his passion, with a hunger that beat through her soul in a heavy, desperate rhythm.

He ate at her lips, hard, stinging nips, followed by deep, melting kisses that had her writhing against him, her hands locked in his hair as she fought to hold him to her forever.

She was only dimly aware of him lifting her, moving the short distance to the leather couch where he laid her beneath him. Heat enveloped her as Clint came over her, his hard thigh parting her legs, pressing against the core of her as she arched against him.

"Take the shirt off." Her nipples rasped against the silk, but she needed the heat and hardness of his bare flesh, the feel of his heart beating against her.

"Not yet." He lowered his head, his lips pressing against the side of her neck just before his teeth rasped over it. "This is for you...."

"For us." Her fingers went to his shirt. Forgetting finesse or any semblance of control.

Clint lifted his head, his gaze narrowing as he stared down at her, watching as she jerked the shirt from the band of his pants and finished opening it. She pushed it over his shoulders, leaving the rest to him as her hands smoothed over the hard, well-defined pectoral muscles, feeling them ripple beneath her touch as he shrugged the shirt from his arms.

The heavy thud of the gun and holster he wore in the small of his back was a reminder of the danger she had faced earlier, but it only served to heighten the arousal. Adrenaline pulsed hard and fast through her system, just as arousal burned with a sweet, all-consuming fire.

"Oh God yes," she moaned as Clint pulled her against him, feeling the heat of his skin sear the sensitive tips of her breasts as his hands pulled her closer, his rough moan caressing her senses as his hands caressed her body.

He touched her as though there were no tomorrow. Hot, liquid kisses pushed reality to the deepest corners of her mind as his hands tangled in her hair, holding her firmly beneath him.

The leg wedged between hers pressed harder between her thighs, notching against the burning flesh of her sex as her clit swelled in response. She was drowning in the sexual hunger that poured over her, through her. Lost in Clint as she savored each touch.

"I need you naked." He tore his lips from hers long moments later. "Naked and wild beneath me, Morganna."

She forced her eyes open, shocked at the brilliance of his deep blue eyes. Blue flames, so dark they were nearly black, glittering with pinpoints of brilliant light.

"Now," she whispered, her hands going to the wide leather belt that cinched his tight hips.

His chuckle as he caught her hands was wicked, seductive.

"You first." He pushed her hands aside, moving back from her as his fingers hooked into the band of her pants. The stretchy Lycra that molded to her body pulled easily from her legs as he undressed her, revealing the tiny black silk thong she wore beneath them.

"Sweet mercy," he groaned as he tossed the pants aside, his hands moving to the inside of her thighs as he spread them wider.

She was open to him now, nothing but a triangle of silk shielding her from his view, his touch. She wished she hadn't worn it.

"Touch yourself for me."

Her eyes widened at his words. It wasn't what he said; it was how he said it. His voice was nearly guttural, the demand in it sending pulsing flares of pleasure to spasm through her vagina.

"Push your fingers beneath the panties," he urged her again. "Let me watch you pleasure yourself, Morganna."

She lifted her hand from the couch, allowing her fingers first to trail slowly down her abdomen as she watched the dark flush that mantled his cheekbones.

As her fingers moved closer to the narrow band of her panties, his hands tore at his belt while he still knelt between her thighs.

"Tease," he growled, watching as she ran the tips of her fingers over the elastic band before inserting them beneath it, and pausing.

"I'm the tease?" she questioned with a smile. "Come on, Clint, stop playing with your pants and get them off. Let's see how much you want me."

She was amazed she could speak, let alone tease him right now. She was so aroused she was nearly panting for breath.

"Oh, baby, have no doubt I want." His smile was tight, his eyes narrowing as her fingers moved just beneath the band of elastic silk.

Morganna watched as he jerked the belt open, then tore at the fastening of the leather pants. Within seconds, the material parted beneath his fingers as he pushed the dark gray boxer briefs lower over the straining shaft of his erection. Her hips jerked in longing as her fingers slipped lower. "Go on." His expression was heavy with sexual intent, his lips fuller, his cheekbones darker. "Push your fingers lower, baby. Tease me. Let me see your fingers move beneath the silk and imagine the softer flesh you're touching."

As his fingers gripped the gold ring that pierced the foreskin of his cock, her fingers slid between her own thighs, easing into the slick, saturated folds of her sex.

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