Page 46 of Killer Secrets (Tempting SEALs 5)

"Because you're a hellcat," he accused her roughly.

"Can I be your hellcat?" Something, a softness, a need in her voice, shredded the last threads of control that held his hunger back.

Lust surged through his system. The defiance that poured from her did something to him. He didn't want to make her submit, as he should have. Hell no, he wanted to burn inside her fire. He wanted to feel her come apart in his arms and know he controlled it.

Making her submit wasn't what he needed. Controlling that fire, that burning sexuality and energy, that was the challenge. And the male animal inside him was hard and eager to face her defiance.

"You. Are making a mistake." He jerked the short skirt of her stretchy dress over her thighs, his hand finding sweet, slick flesh ready for his touch.

"What mistake?" He heard the moan in her voice, the whimper of need.

"Where are they, Kira?" He parted the folds of her pussy. "I don't have a damned problem letting them watch me fuck you, but you might not like it."

She arched closer. "Exhibitionism turns me on," she panted, her fingers working on his belt, the clasp of his pants.

Fuck it. He knew they were there. She knew they were there. An

d her body was covered. His former team might be able to tell what they were doing, but they wouldn't see a damned thing. And that was besides the fact he couldn't have made it back to the room before getting inside her if he had to.

Excitement coursed through Kira as she felt Ian's fingers caressing the swollen, sensitive folds between her thighs. The rasp of his fingertips, the warmth of them, were driving her crazy. His finger swirled around her clit, dipped and pierced her core.

She held on to him because her knees wouldn't hold her steady. Her legs were weak, breathing was almost impossible. All she knew was the heat and pleasure of his touch.

And how much she needed it. Ached for it. She didn't give a damn who was watching, though she knew Durango team, knew there was only one of that crew that she had to worry about actually keeping his eyes on them at the moment.

Right now, nothing mattered but easing the pain she could feel coursing through Ian. She heard it in his voice, felt it in his touch. Something had happened with Diego Fuentes that had torn inside him with the force of a dull knife and left a ragged, aching wound.

"I need you," he bit out as she released the straining length of his erection.

"I'm here," she whispered breathlessly. "Right here."

Two fingers pressed inside her pussy, stretched her, opened her for him, and she couldn't help but tremble, but whimper for his touch.

He was her weakness. She had known it a year ago and she knew it now. His touch made a lie of a decade of sexual certainty. His kiss reminded her that she was a woman, a woman who was created to submit to her man. And Ian was her man.

"Come here, kitten," he groaned, his arm reaching beneath her rear and lifting her close.

He was fierce, uncontrolled. She was shaking and out of control. Her legs wrapped around his hips and her cry pierced the night as he began working his cock inside her.

"Oh God. Ian." She arched back into the wall, her nails biting into his shoulders as she pressed her hands beneath his shirt.

"You're tight, Kira," he groaned at her ear, his teeth catching the lobe to nibble at it erotically. "Tight and hot and so sweet."

She felt his knees bend, his hold tighten on her. A second later a fractured cry tore from her lips as he thrust farther inside her, deeper, harder.

The impalement stole her breath from the pleasure and the pain. She writhed on his erection, trying to work it deeper, loving the burning pleasure, that edge of pain that she had never imagined could be so damned erotic.

She could feel every bulge of vein, every hard throb of pulsing blood. The way his ass clenched beneath her heels, the way his back tightened as he worked deeper, and it only made her hotter, wetter. It only made her crave him more.

"Are they watching, Kira?" His voice was tormented as he stilled inside her, and buried his face against her neck. "Where are they?"

She heard the torment in his voice. They were his friends. Friends who he believed thought he had betrayed them. Friends he would have willingly given his life for.

"I don't know," she panted out breathlessly. She didn't know, not for sure. She suspected. She assumed. But she didn't know, and it was best that way.

His hold tightened on her as he half-lifted her and stumbled to the door.

"Ian?"

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