Page 52 of Killer Secrets (Tempting SEALs 5)

"Don't make me force you to disappear." One hand framed her jaw as his expression twisted in grief. "God, please, Kira, don't make me do that."

His lips covered hers before she could speak. His hand tightened on her jaw, holding her in place as his lips forced hers open, his tongue thrusting into her mouth as his lips slanted over hers.

Moving his hand from her jaw, his arm wrapped around her hips and jerked her to him, notching his cloth-covered erection into the vee of her thighs as her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers spearing into his damp hair.

The hell he lived in tormented her. The blood he couldn't escape filled her nightmares as did the knowledge that it was his father that had forced him into it.

"Don't think," he bit out, tearing her robe from her shoulders, pushing it from her arms and cupping the tight, swollen mounds of her breasts. "Don't t

hink. Don't protest, Kira. Just let me have you. Right here. Right now."

How could she do anything less? Her head tipped back, a cry spilling from her lips as his lips descended to a tight peak and drew it into his mouth.

Instant wet heat spiked around the bunched nerve endings of her nipple. His teeth scraped over them, lighting fires that flashed to her womb, clenching it and spilling the silken wetness of her response from her vagina. And she could do nothing but hold on to him. His touch, the feel of his lips on her breast, one arm holding her close, his fingers pulling at her hair, holding her head back. And between her thighs she could feel his cock throbbing beneath the thin cotton slacks, ready, engorged.

"Ian, this is crazy." Crazy because she couldn't breathe, couldn't think in his arms. And she loved it rather than hating it as she should. She ached for more. Ached for the world to recede, the knowledge of blood and death to be wiped away by a passion that burned like wildfire between them.

"No, this is crazy." He released her as quickly as he had dragged her into his arms, his eyes heavy-lidded, lust burning in them as he quickly stepped away from her. "Get your shower!"

The abrupt order had her staring back at him in confusion. "My shower?"

The look he gave her was filled with irritation and lust.

"Diego is waiting on us downstairs and I have a meeting on the other side of the island in less than three hours. That gives you approximately thirty minutes to shower and dress."

"Plenty of time." She waved the time constraint away with a smug smile as she lashed out with her other hand, gripped the band of his pants, and tried to pull him to her. Or rather, pull herself to him, because he wasn't moving. But as she gripped the band, her fingers flicked the button loose and the other hand gripped his zipper and slid it down. "Gotcha, babe." Her hand slid into his pants, her fingers curling around the broad, thick length of an erection so damned hard it could be iron. Living iron. Pulsing in her hand and sending a surge of hunger through her so strong it weakened her knees.

The feel of him in her hands, heavy veins pulsing beneath steel-hard flesh, his whisky eyes darkening, heating, was more powerful than any aphrodisiac.

His hand latched around her wrist, holding her stroking hand still.

"I won't be easy. And I won't be slow." A dark flush mantled his cheekbones as his eyes narrowed.

"Did I ask for easy? Or slow?"

He jerked her around, pulling a gasp from her lips as she found herself bent over the arm of the nearby chair, her arms pressed out in front of her, his hands gripping her wrists as she felt the first press of his cock against the swollen, sensitive tissue of her pussy.

"It's a good thing you don't want easy," he growled.

The first thrust buried him halfway inside her, stretched her, sent waves of burning pleasure racing up her spine.

"Do you want easy now, Kira?" His voice was a harsh, low snarl at her ear as he pulled back.

"No." She shook her head desperately, then cried out, her back arching as he buried in fully, fiery agonizing ecstasy racing through her pussy.

She felt his legs bracketing hers, bending as he pulled his hips back, his hard shaft sliding sensually, slowly, from the desperate grip her pussy had on him.

"You want more, Kira?"

She felt the muscles of his thighs bunch, felt his hands slide from her wrists to her hips.

"More. Always . . ." Her head fell forward as a scream of agonizing pleasure poured from her lips.

He slammed forward. No easy. He plunged inside her in one hard lunge, aided by the incredibly slick juices that poured from her. His thick flesh slid to the very depths of her, but the impalement parted tight muscles, stroked incredibly sensitive nerve endings, and sent fiery strokes of pleasure ripping through her, over her.

"Ian, oh God, what you do to me." She panted for breath as he withdrew once again. She screamed as he slammed forward again.

It was too good. So good. Especially when he paused, his cock throbbing inside her, his thighs holding hers steady, his hands tightening almost bruisingly on her hips.

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