Page 10 of Killer Secrets (Tempting SEALs 5)

She was pushed against it, her breath whooshing from her lips as her hands were gripped in one of his, held high above her head, and every inch of her body was molded to the hard length of his.

Her juices pooled between the lips of her sex then eased into the silk of the thong she wore beneath her leather pants. Her nipples spiked impossibly harder, and she swore she could feel a bead of sweat tickling between her breasts.

No one had ever felt like Ian. Hard, in control, commanding. Every touch, every action, gauged for maximum pleasure.

The hand holding her wrists tightened as the fingers of the other threaded through her hair and pulled her head back to stare into the blazing heat of his deep brown eyes. Eyes almost as rich as brandy, fired with dark little hints of red and filled with fury.

Dark blond hair fell over his forehead; the rich mix of colors, sun lightened and thick, lying long along his nape and falling over his brow made her long to bury her fingers in it again.

He turned her on in ways she had never been turned on before. She dreamed about sex with Ian. Lusted for it. Ached for it. She had agreed to deceive him for the slightest chance to be touched by those hard hands again.

"What the fucking hell are you doing here?" he snarled down at her as his head lowered.

His lips buried in her shoulder, opening to allow his teeth to grip the flesh there, his tongue to lap over it with quick heated strokes as she jerked against him.

"Business." Her head lowered as well.

The strong column of his neck was there for her enjoyment. Her teeth raked it. She licked slowly and the taste of male lust exploded against her taste buds.

God, he tasted good. She sucked at the flesh, a little moan escaping her throat as he picked her up, turned her, and in the next second bore her to the bed.

"Ian." She gasped his name, feeling the hard length of his body covering hers, his thighs spreading hers, his cock pressing hard and demandingly into the butter-soft leather covering her sex.

Her hands were still stretched above her head, her breasts perilously close to spilling from the cups of the leather bustier she wore.

She felt bound. Helpless. She had never felt that way with a man before. She had never wanted to feel that way until Ian had shown her the pleasure to be found there. Now she craved it. Craved him with a hunger that refused to be quelled.

"You have no business here." His lips drew back from his teeth as his free hand tugged at the ties that secured the front of the bustier. "No business here. No business close to here."

The top loosened, spread apart, and with a flick of his fingers the cups covering her breasts were released. Her breasts spilled free, nipples hard and pointed, flushed red and aching for his touch.

"You're here." It was a statement and a moan as his head lowered and his lips covered a tight, sensitive nipple.

He wasn't easy on her, and she didn't want easy. His teeth gripped and tugged, his tongue lashed with wicked wet heat. Her eyeballs were going to roll back in her head it was so damned good. He sucked on her like a starving man.

Long moments later his head lifted, thick dark blond lashes fanning his cheeks as he stared down at his handiwork.

Her nipple was tighter, if that was possible, gleaming wet and ruby red.

"You wore too many clothes," he growled, his voice, which was rough on a good day, grating now.

"I didn't want to appear too easy," she gasped as his lips moved to the opposite breast and began their less than tender ministrations.

God, this was what she had loved about the first and only time he had touched her. He didn't treat her like spun glass. He didn't touch her like she would break. He touched her like a woman well able to satisfy the dark, hungry sex drive she knew he possessed. That he possessed and she craved to experience.

"Not easy enough." He nipped the side of her breast, his free hand moving to her hip, tugging at the laces on her pants now as his lips moved back to hers.

Oh God, the taste of his kiss. It was incredible. It was enough to steam her eyeballs, not to mention what it was probably doing to the glass balcony doors across the room.

She stretched beneath him, arched closer, rubbed against the erection seated firmly against her pussy and wished she could purr. It felt that damned good. So good, she wondered if she could come from his kiss alone.

Hell, she had never done that, but this was close. This was edging closer. His tongue curled along hers, stroked it, then teased her by licking at her lips. Then he bit her.

Kira jerked her head back, glaring at him before she returned the favor by nipping at his lower lip. His hand tightened in her hair, jerked her back, and his lips slammed over hers.

He released her wrists, wrapped his arms around her, and began thrusting between her thighs, stroking the silk of her panties and the leather of her pants against her, rubbing against her clit and causing little snarls to echo in her throat.

Damn him, he was burning her alive.

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