Page 92 of Killer Secrets (Tempting SEALs 5)

At least a delay. A delay would be nice.

"If that's what you want, the couch in the sitting room should suit you."

He peeled the pants from his muscular legs and any thought of sleep flew out of her mind. As he straightened, his erection pointed out from his body, wide and hard, the engorged crest dark and throbbing with lust.

She felt her pussy clench at the sight, become slick and hot at the need to be filled, taken. To be possessed as only Ian could possess her. As though he were the other part of her, separate but created to fit her exactly.

As she watched, his fingers curved around the thick stalk, stroking, tightening as he felt her eyes on him.

She became increasingly aware of the juices gathering on her pussy lips, knew that in the low light of the room the moisture would be shimmering on the bare, hairless flesh. And that was where his gaze was directed. She could feel it. It made her wetter, even as she felt her breasts swelling, her nipples becoming impossibly harder.

Licking her lips, she slid one hand over her stomach, her fingers dipping down as it slid lower and her eyes moved to his face.

He was watching, a grimace contorting his face, as she slid her fingers over the sensitive flesh between her thighs. Her breath caught at the pleasure. One fingertip raked over her clit, sending hard, brilliant streaks of fire burning over her nerve endings.

"Beautiful," he groaned. "Part your lips for me. Let me see how hard your clit is. How swollen."

She separated the folds of flesh with two fingers while the middle finger circled the torturously hard nub of nerve endings.

Her juices were flowing from her now. She could feel them trickling between the lips, soaking her pussy with the slick excess.

His hand tightened on his cock before loosening his grip. His nostrils flared with lust, as though drawing the scent of her in across the distance separating them.

As she let her fingers push through the thick juices and caress the humid flesh of her pussy, he moved to her. She knew she should act. She should make the first move and push him to the bed rather than standing here, tempting him, teasing him. Instead, her other hand smoothed up her stomach and cupped the swollen mound of her breast.

She was teasing him and she knew it, hoping to tempt him, to break his control.

Kira felt the breath catch in her throat as Ian grabbed her wrist, dragging her fingers from the slick heat of her pussy and lifting her hand. To his mouth.

Oh Lord, she wasn't going to be able to stand at this rate. He brought her fingers to his mouth and let his tongue lick at one before drawing it in and sucking the moisture from it.

His eyes blazed, his expression tightened, and a groan rumbled in his chest. The feel of his tongue stroking over her fingers was sexier than she could have ever imagined it would be. It shouldn't have been this erotic. Fingertips weren't erogenous zones, were they?

Of course they were, but only when Ian was encouraging them to be such.

Kira tipped her head back, feeling her hair stroke down her spine. Another added sensation to lend to the eroticism of the moment. Another blow to her own control.

"Look at me, Kira." His voice stroked over her nerve endings. Rough, rugged, almost ruined.

She forced her lashes open, feeling the heavy lassitude that pulled at them as arousal grew inside her.

"Do you know how beautiful you are to me? How courageous and strong?" he asked her, his tongue stroking over her fingertips one last time before he placed her hand on his shoulder.

Against her stomach she could feel the hard length and throb of his cock and wanted nothing more than to feel it pounding inside the hungry depths of her pussy.

"I'm just me," she told him breathlessly with a quick shake of her head.

"Just you," he agreed, one hand settling on her hip as the other moved up her side to cup the heavy weight of her breast.

"Ian, I don't know if I can handle this." She was shaking on the outside, on the inside she was melting, weakening.

"Pleasure?" He smiled down at her, his expression sensual, wicked. "Of course you can, baby. You can handle all the pleasure I have to give you."

She could die from it, was what she could do.

A startled gasp left her lips as his head lowered, his lips smoothing over a distended nipple.

"I can't stand up." Her legs were shaking.

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