Page 116 of Killer Secrets (Tempting SEALs 5)

She screamed his name, because she couldn't hold it back. She heard her name echo around her as she disintegrated.

The orgasm was violent, clenching the muscles of her pussy around his suddenly spurting cock as his seed jetted inside her. Her womb spasmed, rippled, and pleasure detonated there as well. Her clit burst with sensation as her orgasm echoed and built throughout her body until it exploded in one last fiery conflagration and flung her into a world of star-studded night and rapturous color.

"I love you," she cried, falling against his chest as involuntary spasms gripped them both. "God help me, Ian. I love you."

"Love you," he groaned, his corded body still tight, his cock jerking inside her. "Ah baby, I love you."

Perspiration melded them together as the tiny aftershocks slowly eased through both their bodies. Exhaustion claimed her, dragging her eyes down, reminding her of the sleep she had lost in the past days.

Just for a minute, she thought, letting it have her as Ian held her safe and warm in his arms. She would give in for just a moment.

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Twenty-nine

THEY MANAGED A FEW HOURS' sleep then a quick shower at the edge of darkness.

"I need you to dress soft," he told her as she walked naked to the closet where her clothes had been placed.

"Soft in what manner?" She looked back at him, considering her options.

"Sorrell will check you for weapons." His expression was heavy, tormented. "I want him to think you're helpless, weak. He knows who you are, so he knows you're smart. But he doesn't know you're deadly. Let's keep him in the dark where that's concerned."

Kira nodded and moved into the closet. She chose a butter-soft bronze sundress and creamy ultrahigh heels.

Four-inch heels were sexy as hell, and these added another element. Each heel contained a three-inch razor-sharp dagger imbedded within it.

She couldn't carry a gun but the stretchy silk of the dress would be easy to move in. It was short enough to allow her legs a measure of freedom but long enough to preserve her modesty.

Her panties were a thong, her bra lacy and comfortable. When she finished dressing, she was the epitome of helpless female.

"You're fucking dangerous," Ian growled as she checked the daggers in the heels of the shoes before sliding them on her feet.

"Smart." She grinned. "It wasn't easy figuring out how to insert those daggers."

"Yeah, I can see that." He swallowed tightly.

Kira let her gaze flicker over his jean-clad thighs and held back her smile at the evidence of the arousal that filled his jeans.

"You need to get a handle on that hard-on, Ian," she murmured, sidling up to him, her hand smoothing down his chest to the bulge in his jeans.

Her hand shaped it lovingly as his palm slid up her side and cupped the undercurve of her breast.

"Be careful," he whispered against her lips again. "Be safe."

"You watch my back, I'll watch yours," she promised, returning the stroke of his lips against her own. "We'll be okay, you'll see."

Her hand slid back up his chest until it pressed over his heart. She felt the hard, steady thump and strengthened herself with it. It was almost over. One way or the other, the danger that stalked him, the life that would have destroyed him, was almost over.

"Don't stand in my way," he warned her then.

Kira froze and looked at him, feeling the heaviness clench her chest.

"What do you mean?"

"With Diego. Don't stand in my way, Kira."

She nodded slowly. It was her job to stand in his way, to protect Diego, but as she gazed at Ian, she knew she couldn't, she wouldn't do it.

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