Page 47 of Killer Secrets (Tempting SEALs 5)

"Goddamn you, you're mine!" His voice raged with possessiveness, the tone, his hold, sending a piercing shaft of aching desperation through her soul. He sounded as though he meant it. "I'll be damned if they need to watch this."

He turned to the wall within the room, pressed her to it, and began to thrust.

His cock pounded inside her, he took her ruthlessly, thrusting, penetrating, groaning her name as she watched the stars explode in front of her vision as she tightened around him.

"Ah God. Yes, baby. Come around me," he groaned. "Let me feel it. Every ripple . . ." His head fell back, his breath heaving through his chest as his hands clenched on her ass.

Kira couldn't think. She couldn't plot a next move. She was lost in the pleasure, coming apart and wondering why the hell he was holding back.

"Easy, kitten," he soothed as she shuddered against him. He was moving again, stumbling, until seconds later her back met the sofa and he was pulling free of her grip with a shattered groan.

It was only then that she realized he hadn't donned a condom. And she hadn't considered it. Hadn't thought about it.

"Ian." She tightened her ankles on his back. "I'm protected."

He stilled, only the thick head of his cock remaining inside her as she watched his jaw bunch.

"Protected?"

"Birth control." She swallowed tightly. "I'm protected, Ian. Don't leave me."

He shook his head, his hands clenching on her hips as she felt his cock throb imperatively.

"I haven't fucked without a condom since I was a kid," he groaned, but she heard the need, the hunger in his voice.

"Neither have I, Ian." She blinked back the sudden moisture that wanted to fill her eyes. "I want to feel you. All of you . . . Ian!" She screamed his name as he plunged inside her again. Sweat dripped from his forehead, perspiration covered her body, soaking them both, as she felt the ecstasy consume her again.

Surely she couldn't orgasm again so soon? Surely he didn't have such a hold on her?

But as she heard his harsh groan, felt the first spurt of semen fill her, she exploded again. Arching in his arms, shaking, shuddering, she gave what she had never given before, and accepted something she had never accepted before. She gave herself, and she took all of the man in her arms.

It should have been frightening. It should have terrified her, knowing what she had just opened herself to. Instead, it felt right.

When he collapsed over her, the deep shudders racking his body, matching hers, she could do nothing but hold on to him and let her tears mingle with their combined perspiration. What the hell would she do now, if she lost him?

IAN KNEW TEARS WHEN HE saw them. He knew the jerk and shudder of a woman's body when she held back her sobs. He'd known those signs for the better part of his life, but he hadn't thought he would ever see them in Kira.

He carried her to their bed, tucked her in, and got in beside her before pulling her into his arms.

He felt her fingers clench at his arm, felt her slender, lithe body as it tried to sink into his. And he had seen her eyes. In the dim light of the room he had seen the shattered realization in her gaze before she could hide it.

She was a trained operative, but she had never gone into an assignment quite like this one, against a man that her heart was involved with. The Chameleon didn't get involved. That agent couldn't be tempted, couldn't be bribed, and not just because no one knew if it was a he, a she, or a figment of someone's imagination. But because whoever, whatever it was, the Chameleon was ice. Unaffected. Unsympathetic to the enemy.

He smoothed her hair back from her face, realizing he didn't want the truth of why she was here, with him, in his bed. A part of him just didn't want to know if she was there to betray him. But he suspected it. There was guilt in his lover's eyes, and it stabbed at his heart.

"You make me forget," she finally whispered, causing him to still against her.

"Forget what?" he asked

"Who I am."

His lips quirked at her reply. "You're Kira."

"I'm more than just Kira," she whispered.

She was the Chameleon. The woman and the agent were struggling now, he had seen it in her eyes, he felt it in her responses to him. He had avoided it each time he had seen her, each time he had held her since she had come back into his life.

"Right here, there's no room for anyone but Kira," he warned her, careful to keep his voice low, to keep her close. "Don't make that mistake. Don't bring something else into this relationship."

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