Page 67 of Killer Secrets (Tempting SEALs 5)

Until Kira had arrived. Until she had blown into his life again like a breath of sunshine.

"Come here." He lifted her into his arms, cradled her against his chest, and moved into the bedroom.

He needed something he couldn't name this time. He needed to touch and be touched in ways he couldn't describe. He had been slowly dying inside until Kira arrived in Aruba and now he was burning, throbbing, all-too-living and desperate for more of her.

"What are you doing, Ian?" A flash of vulnerability, of uncertainty in her expression and in her gaze, almost had him smiling as he laid her on the bed.

She could meet him head-to-head in a confrontation, argumentative or sexual, but for some reason this seemed to throw her off balance. Hell, he'd have to remember to relish her rather than gorge on her more often.

"I need more than a quickie, Kira." He released the button and zipper of her pants. Curling his fingers on the waistband and drawing the the pants over her thighs and down her long, sexy legs. And damn, her legs were pretty.

"Why more than a quickie?" She frowned and he couldn't miss the fact that her fingers curled tightly into the material of the blanket beneath her. "Quickies are pretty good, Ian."

"Quickies aren't nearly enough." He dropped her pants to the floor then disposed of his own just as quickly. "Unless you'd like to tell me why you prefer a quickie?"

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Eighteen

WHY DID SHE PREFER A quickie? Kira inhaled tightly and stared up at him with the knowledge that she had made a slight tactical error where Ian was concerned. He saw things no others saw, and he was especially adept at seeing through her.

"We're rather running out of time." She cleared her throat nervously. "I know you have business to take care of, and Deke—"

"I hate it when you lie to me." His lips quirked, a sexy little mocking smile that had her womb flexing and the juices spilling from her vagina as he came to the bed beside her.

"What am I lyin

g to you about?" She turned to him, lying on her side, feeling the slight roughness of his chest hair caressing her nipples.

It was an erotic, exotic sensation. Why had she never noticed that before? The extreme pleasure from something so subtle as the feel of those hairs across the tender tips.

"You've always pushed our encounters," he said, his voice hushed as his hand stroked down her hip to her thigh. "Except for the first time. I stole your control then. Is that what scares you, Kira? No control?"

What was her life without control? Without the ability to maintain herself and her emotions? Her emotions especially.

"Sex isn't about control, Ian." She maintained a confident smile despite the nerves gathering inside her. "It's about pleasure, remember?"

Pleasure. All she had to do was make him feel the right amount of pleasure, get the blood pumping and the lust heating, and it might not be a quickie, but it could leave her a part of her heart intact. If he managed to take all of her, she would never be able to defend herself against the results of her own deception.

One hand slid down his stomach as the other curled around his neck. Her lips lifted to his, touching them, whispering over them.

Heat spiraled through her, wrapped around her as strong as his arms, and when his lips responded, opened and joined the kiss, she felt her breath hitch. Her hand tightened on his neck, the other moved to the hard, engorged length of his cock.

She needed to touch him, feel him. Nothing in her life had ever felt so good as Ian did. His touch, the stroke of his hands down her back, over her thigh. The other hand threaded through the hair at the back of her head. Before she could guess his intention, guess his next move, his fingers clenched and pulled her head back slowly, breaking the kiss, breaking the incredible pleasure weaving through her. It also clued her in to the fact that he wasn't going to be so easy to manipulate.

"Ian, this isn't the place for games," she reminded him, her hand curling around the broad length of his erection and stroking it with a long, slow caress.

"Then you shouldn't play them," he growled.

His hips shifted, thrusting his cock into her grip even as his free hand wrapped around her fingers and forced her to release him.

His eyes burned within the darkened centers, the fiery tobacco-brown depths glowing with lust as he came over her.

"Restraining me won't ease either of us." But she still arched to him, raking her nipples over his chest even as he gripped both her wrists in one hand and secured them over her head.

"I won't have to restrain you for long. Just long enough to get the fires blazing inside that hot little body. Isn't that right, Kira? Just long enough to remind you how hungry you can get."

She bit her lower lip and glared back at him. "And you don't get that hungry?"

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