Page 25 of Killer Secrets (Tempting SEALs 5)

Kira tensed. Sudden, almost violent arousal poured through her body, speeding her heart to the point that it nearly strangled her as she fought for breath.

The buttons were loosened slowly with the fingers of one hand, revealing a wide, muscular chest covered with a mat of short, silky-looking black hair. Not too thick, but not thin, just enough to rasp a woman's nipples, cushion or warm them. Her nipples throbbed at the thought.

"Then why are you here?" She could feel the perspiration building between her breasts, moisture gathering more thickly between her thighs.

Rising, she came to her knees once again, watching, mouth watering, as he shed the shirt, shrugging it from his broad, well-sculpted shoulders with a ripple of power that echoed in her womb.

"I'm here because I'm crazy," he murmured, his legs shifting as he pushed the shoes from his feet while loosening the slender leather belt and the catch of the cool cotton slacks he wore. The zipper eased down.

Kira's lips parted, her breasts rising and falling furiously as she fought for oxygen. The air was indolent with lust now, thick, heavy, nearly impossible to breathe.

"Are you just playing again?" she whispered, suddenly desperate to know. "Please, Ian, don't play with me. Not this time."

"No games tonight, Kira. Not from either of us," he growled. "And so help me, I better get the woman rather than the agent, or you'll pay hell for it."

The slacks cleared his thighs, revealing the thick, heavy length of his erection. It was furiously engorged, the mushroomed crest flushed dark and throbbing, a glimmer of precum glistening erotically.

"You always get the woman, Ian."

Sh

e licked her lips, easing closer, on hands and knees now, starving for a taste, just a taste of the rich male essence tempting her.

"You're as fucking crazy as I am," he snarled, reaching out, gripping the thick strands of her hair and pulling her back to her knees.

Dominant, powerful. It was there in his face, it raged in his eyes.

"I want to taste," she moaned, drugged now on the power, the hunger radiating in his gaze, and the arousal-based adrenaline pumping through her veins.

There were erogenous zones where she didn't know there were erogenous zones. Hell, every damned cell in her body was erogenous at the moment.

"Me first." The other warm arm wrapped around her hips, jerking her to him as his wants, by right of might, became uppermost.

As his head lowered, hers snapped forward, her teeth nipping at his lower lip before his fingers pulled her back. The sharp little burn of pulling hair had a shaky groan whimpering from her throat. She loved it. Needed it. She wasn't submitting. Fuck submission. He might be an alpha male, but by God, she was his match.

Her hands lifted, her nails raking over his chest as his gaze pinned hers. Her lips parted, teeth clenching, as she drew in a ragged breath.

He didn't flinch from her nails. Instead, his lips curled into a sexual, sensual smile of acknowledgment as the reddish-brown lights in his eyes fired to a darker, burning hue.

She loved it. There was no male irritation because she wasn't simpering at his feet. And there was no submission in his gaze either. Just pure, blazing hot, male hunger and challenge.

"I don't give in," he told her, that raspy tone sending shivers down her spine.

"Neither do I." She let her fingers play in the silky hairs that grew low on his abdomen.

"I'm stronger," he promised her.

She smoothed her palms up his stomach, his chest.

"I sure hope so," she crooned as she captured a hard male nipple against her thumb, and pressed, just enough. "Oh Ian, I definitely hope so."

His lips slammed over hers as his hands gripped the hem of her top and jerked it over her breasts. He released her lips, just long enough to wrestle her out of the material as she tried to capture his kiss again. She needed the taste and heat of it. The incredible feel of his lips moving over hers, dominating hers despite the sensual struggle she put up.

She wanted to control the kiss, and that was what she fought for. He was determined to control the kiss, and the right of might definitely held sway here. Especially when his arms surrounded her, his head bending, forcing hers against his powerful bicep as he licked and sucked and drove his tongue against hers until she was quivering. Hell, she never quivered for sex. But she was quivering for Ian. Shaking and trembling, her pussy clenching, her breasts throbbing, and imperative, desperate little mewls of pleasure tearing from her throat.

She spread her fingers through his hair and arched closer, rasping her nipples over the luscious mat of hair that covered his chest as his cock slid between her thighs, pressing into the material of her panties, driving her crazy with the need for more.

He pulled her head back, pulling at her hair as the fiery sensation streaked from her head to her nipples, then to her clit. She had never liked having her hair pulled until Ian. Until he showed her the pleasure and the pain, the agony and the ecstasy of being in his arms.

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