Page 23 of Rescue Me (Tempting SEALs 6.10)

Desi was bleeding through the bandage, but she couldn’t do anything about it. All she could do was hold on. And pray.

She unsnapped the oars beside her and dug them into the water. Behind her Sam cursed.

BETWEEN THE THREE OF them they managed to run the rapids without tipping the pirogue. And without being killed. By some freaking miracle, they out-raced the enemy and ended up in calm water with not a soldier in sight.

All in all, a damn good day as far as Sam was concerned. They dropped Desi off at the small rural hospital near his village, then borrowed his brother’s, brother-in-law’s, sister’s, aunt’s truck to get them to where Sam had left the helicopter in a small clearing just outside the village.

“You can fly this thing?” Beth asked, limping slightly as she crossed the soggy grass to a group of men sitting in threadbare lawn chairs nearby. The five men rose as they approached. Desi had assured him that his uncles would protect the chopper with their lives. They didn’t look as though they’d had to forfeit any body parts as they greeted Sam and Beth with wide grins and handshakes all around.

Sam had retrieved his wallet from the pack, and now peeled off the local currency in payment. “Mbongo, thank you for protecting my chopper.” He offered the money, which they accepted with bows and great ceremony. Although he knew they didn’t understand his thanks, they got the gist. Money in hand, they traipsed across the weedy field to drive the truck back to the village.

“Is everything where it’s supposed to be?” Beth asked, eyeing the Blackhawk sitting incongruously in the middle of a field with five ripped and torn pieces of lawn furniture, a rainstorm of cigarette butts on the dry dirt surrounding them.

“Looks good,” he told her, as he did a visual scan. The rotors were intact, and the body looked untouched. “Don’t worry. I’ll check to be sure.” He took her hand as they got closer. The black paint gleamed dully in the late afternoon sun. “How’re your legs?”

“Muscle cramps. I’m good.”

Yeah. She was good. And exhausted. And so fucking brave that Sam wanted to throw the little tent to the ground and crawl inside with Beth right there and then. Not for sex, although God only knew he wanted that too. But just to keep her next to his heart. The image of them lying together, in a cool dim room, held enormous appeal.

They’d have that.

And everything else.

“Yeah, I can fly this thing. Here.” He opened the door. “Hop in while I do the preflight check.”

He lifted her up, his hands lingering on her narrow waist for a second before he deposited her in the leather seat.

Fifteen minutes later they were airborne. And an hour later they were in the Bombardier Challenger being flown back to Montana.

The company jet was sleek and came fully equipped. As soon as the pilot reached cruising altitude, Sam released their seatbelts and took Beth to the aft cabin where there was not only a luxurious bathroom, but also a bed.

Sam turned her into his arms the second he’d kicked the door shut. “There’s a bed back here.” His voice was thick as he pinned her to the wall and yanked down the fasteners to get her out of the LockOut. “We’re not going to make it that far.” Her beautiful breasts and the slope of her belly were exposed as he bit lightly on the tendons on her neck, enjoying the way her body shuddered in response and her arms came up around his neck, her fingers fisting in his hair.

Her skin was cool and soft, so soft. Sam multi-tasked as he backed her into the bathroom, stripped her out of the suit, and kissed her, all without missing a beat. “I wish I were an octopus,” he murmured against her mouth, freeing a hand to reach in to turn on the shower. “Then I could touch you everywhere I want, all at the same time.”

Beth’s eyes were filled with laughter as she helped him strip off his own suit, made complicated because he was so erect the skintight suit had to be peeled away carefully. “It’s a loooong flight.” She gave him a glittery-eyed inspection as he kicked the suit off each foot and stepped free. “You look like a—”

“Guy with a hard-on?” Sam hoped to God his reaction to her would simmer down just a little in a few years. It was damned uncomfortable, not to mention embarrassing having this kind of erection anytime he was within five feet of her. Especially in public. He swallowed a laugh. Christ. This was never going to end. He’d be ninety and she’d walk into the room, and he wouldn’t need a walker.

“Oh, yeah.” She placed both hands on his chest, and pushed him ahead of her into the shower stall, which was already filled with steam.

Her fair skin looked incredible against the glossy black tile—not that Sam was taking time to admire the scenery. His mouth went dry as lust surged and intensified to the brink of pain. He backed her against the wall, then lifted her legs around his hips as the hot spray pounded his back. Arms wrapped around his neck, Beth gave a helpful little hop, then tightened her ankles in the small of his back.

He shuddered as he entered her moist heat. They both groaned at the exquisite sensation.

“Oh, God, Sam. This feels—Feels—” Unbearable. Wonderful. Intense. His body was hot against hers; the hair on his chest abraded her breasts deliciously. Elizabeth captured his mouth in a hungry kiss, her own tongue eager and demanding, her hips moving frantically against his. She loved the taste of him, the smell of his skin. She loved the way his body thrust into hers over and over again, so that she didn’t know where her body started and his began. “Harder. Harder. Harder,” she urged, her back slamming against the cold tile as he surged into her with a power and heat that made her body shake and shudder.

He devoured her mouth.

The kiss went on and on. Hot and wet. Tongues, slick and in constant motion, slid and slithered in a motion mimicking penetration. Her breath hitched and caught. She made a sound in the back of her throat and shuddered with the beginning of a hard fast climax.

“Not yet,” Sam muttered thickly, withdrawing a little and dragging in a harsh ragged breath, hard fingers gripping her ass cheeks. “Not.” He rammed home again, biting down gently on her earlobe. Elizabeth’s back arched as her body tightened unbearably. “Yet.” He pulled out, slick and hard. Hot and greedy.

He brought her to the very edge. Again and again. Prolonging the climax in a carefully choreographed dance that had her clawing his back as violent ripples wracked her body, making her pant and sweat and moan his name.

“Nownownow,” she chanted, ti

ghtening her arms and legs around him as he pounded into her, the sweet torture almost unbearable.

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