Page 98 of Killer Secrets (Tempting SEALs 5)

Son of a bitch. She had a way of twisting his guts into knots and he couldn't seem to stop it, no matter what he did or how many times he told himself he was doing the right thing.

As he stood there kicking his own ass for his weakness, he felt her. Hell. He lowered his head to the spray again. He hadn't heard her slip into the bathroom, but he felt her. Not just a presence, her presence. Soft, smelling of his possession, warm and willing.

He turned his head as the shower door opened and she stepped inside the large cubicle.

She didn't speak, and his tongue was paralyzed as her hands slid down his back.

"You should be sleeping." He cleared his throat, certain his already ruined voice sounded like a monster's growl as a smile flirted at her lips.

"I got cold." She blinked against the drops of water that splattered to her face.

He knew better. The temperature was controlled, she couldn't have gotten cold. Hell no, she was hot, burning inside the same as he was, even after the rapture that had claimed them hours before.

His arms went around her. Trapping her against the side of the shower wall, he stared down at her intently, watching the passion that clouded her eyes and feeling the response clear to the engorged, painfully hard length of his dick.

Hell, he shouldn't be this hard. He shouldn't be bending his knees and rooting it against the slick, hot folds of her pussy.

He had work to do. He had killers to take care of, a drug cartel business to run. He had to play the game until the minute he put a bullet in Sorrell's and Diego's heads. That required planning, not fucking himself blind.

"I need to be downstairs." His head lowered to the ripe, plump bead of her nipple and he heard her gasp as he fought to make sense of the thoughts and emotions jumbled inside him.

"Okay." Her hands tunneled into his hair though and held him to her breast.

Ian surrounded her nipple with his lips, drew it into his mouth and let his tongue play with it. He stroked it, lashed it, sucked at it with firm draws of his mouth.

"You're a wild man." A thread of satisfaction filled her voice as he moved his lips to her neck, licking along the smooth column and taking nips of her with his lips.

God, he loved tasting her flesh, loved immersing himself in her scent.

"Horny man," he muttered.

She laughed, her hands flattening against his shoulders as she pushed him back and went to her knees before he could stop her.

Ian stared down at her, unable to move now, unable to form a coherent thought at the sight of his heavy shaft aimed at her soft, pink lips.

Her tongue peeked from between those perfect lips, curled along the underside of his cock and had him gritting his teeth at the wild pleasure that ricocheted up his spine.

Now, if she had given him a chance to recover his sense, he might have pulled her to feet, lifted her until her legs could circle his hips, and his cock could burrow into the paradise he found between her thighs. But she couldn't keep it that simple.

Her mouth surrounded the crest, took him deep, and began a long slow suction as her hands wrapped around the shaft and a groan tore from his throat.

"Ah yeah." He gave himself over to the most wicked, heated head job a man could ever know.

Sweet lips surrounded him, a tight hot mouth stroked him, and that tongue of hers was a curling, lashing little demon of ecstasy.

"Deeper." His hands slid into her wet hair, his fingers tightening in the strands as he braced his legs firmly beneath him. "Take it deeper, Kira."

Slumberous, erotic sensuality transformed her features. She was beautiful. Exquisite. And she was sucking his dick like a favorite treat. He loved it. Loved her.

God help him, he loved her.

His cock slid farther along her tongue as he felt her moan vibrate along the shaft.

"Deeper," he urged her, his voice so thick, so rough he could barely understand the words himself. "Come on, baby, you know what I want."

Uncertainty flickered in her eyes, causing him to pause. She had never . . .? At least not like this. Not deep, not to the point that a man knew he would lose his mind buried inside her mouth.

He smiled down at her. "Just relax. Let me show you."

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