Page 121 of Hidden Agendas (Tempting SEALs 4)

“No more condom fetish, Emily.” He nipped at the pads of her fingers. “Just the two of us.”

He was fully erect once more, his sensitive cock surrounded by the milking heat of her pussy as he began to move again.

“Babies?” she whispered.

“When you’re ready.” His throat tightened with fear as he leaned his forehead against hers. “Be patient with me, sweetheart. A step at a time.”

“A step at a time.” Her breath caught as her eyes began to daze. “Oh God, Kell—” She lifted to him, her hips moving beneath him, churning, writhing, as her legs lifted to clasp his back once again.

She surrounded him, held him, warmed him.

“I love you,” she cried out.

She loved him.

“I treasure you,” he groaned into her neck. “With my life, my heart, my soul. I treasure you, Emily.”

As their breathing slowly returned to normal long minutes later, Kell rolled to his back, dragging Emily with him and staring down at her where she rested on his chest.

“So what now?” she asked, her gaze drowsy and replete, despite the questions he could see there.

“What do you mean?” He was almost hesitant to ask.

“It’s time to let the past go,” she whispered then. “All of it, Kell.”

He lifted his gaze from her, staring at the ceiling thoughtfully as he remembered his grandparents. The hope and pain in their eyes, the knowledge that they wouldn’t be around much longer. And Emily was right, it was time to let the past go.

“Feel like a trip to Louisiana?” he asked as he stared back down at her, anticipation suddenly filling him, a sense of rightness invading him.

Her smile lit up his heart. “Louisiana sounds wonderful, Kell.”

“I have to show Grand-père that I did indeed learn how to catch a fox.” He smirked then as he tugged at her hair. “He won’t believe me if you aren’t with me.”

“I’ll always be with you,” she promised.

And he believed because loving her meant believing. It meant trusting. And it meant life. It meant Kell Krieger was no longer alone.

Epilogue

IAN MOVED THROUGH THE SILENCE of the hospital. It was close to three in the morning, security was at its weakest now, and it was easy for him to slip into her room.

She was sleeping. He was grateful she wasn’t awake. Saying goodbye sucked. Hell, he had barely gotten to know her.

He moved to the bed, brushing the strands of black hair back from her pale face.

“I wanted to say goodbye,” he whispered as he stared down at her, his lips quirking at the faint frown that marred her brow. Hell, did she ever really rest? He was certain she didn’t.

“I wanted to tell you that I could have—” He winced. “I could have cared for you.”

She couldn’t hear him, and it was better that way. It made it easier to say the words rather than to just feel them.

“I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye,” he said softly. “Without seeing you one more time.”

A frown flitted across her brow, her fingers moved restlessly beneath his.

“Goodbye, Agent Kira Porter.”

The Chameleon. She was one of Homeland Security’s best agents.

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