Killer Secrets (33 page)

for skin-on-skin contact. The feel of his chest hair
rasping her nipples, his hard abdomen pressing against

hers. Powerful thighs holding her legs apart, the broad
head of his cock tucked against the swollen folds

of her pussy.

So close. She could feel the hard, throbbing crest against
her sensitive flesh. The heat of it drove her

insane. The sense of thickness, of iron-hard strength, had
her pussy clenching in agonizing hunger.

"Don't cry." His eyes burned in his dark face as
he leaned to her once again and kissed the tear from her

cheek before whispering, "It's okay, baby. You have
all of me too."

And the last threads broke free. Something tightened then
shifted inside her chest.

"I love you." The words tore from her lips.

She ground her head into the pillow beneath her. Oh God,
she hadn't just said that. Those words hadn't

passed her lips.

"No." She stared into his surprised gaze, frozen,
unable to believe those words, those emotions were

tearing from her as she closed her eyes and felt her breath
hitch.

Then Ian moved. She felt his erection nudge against her,
bury inside her an inch, draw back, then with a

hard lunge he was buried full length inside her.

Fear evaporated. There was nothing now but the pleasure and
the emotions. They merged, whipped

inside her, and drew her to a peak of pleasure she hadn't
imagined possible.

"Look at me." He stilled inside her. Buried to
the hilt, thick and hard, throbbing inside her. "Look at me,

Kira."

"Don't. Don't do this." She shook her head.
"Finish it. Finish it, Ian."

She couldn't handle it. Sensation exploded through her. The
ripples of exquisite pleasure were too much.

Not quite ecstasy, but so close to ecstasy. And it was only
building. Rising and burning.

"Look at me, Kira." He held her hips still as she
fought to move. "Look at me, baby."

His voice was tortured, hoarse. Kira forced her eyes open
and stared into the dark fire of his eyes.

"Take
me
now," he snarled, his
expression hard, savage. "Take all of me now."

He withdrew slowly, his cock pulling free of her as Kira
gasped at the loss of sensation.

She watched his face now. She had lost her control, lost
the ability to hold any part of herself back. And

he was losing his now. She could see it. In the racking
shudder that flexed the muscles of his chest, the

slight tremor in his hands as he jerked a condom from the
nightstand by the bed, tore the foil package

open and quickly sheathed himself.

His expression twisted as her hips lifted and she managed
to drag the engorged cock head over the folds

of her sex. She was dying for it. Dying for him. More of
him. Now.

Thick, pulsing, his erection pushed inside her once again.

She could barely hold her eyes open, but she needed to
watch him. Watch him because he refused to

release her gaze. And she couldn't break it, no more than
he could break the hold she had on him.

"I need . . ." She swallowed before biting her
lip, her lashes drifting lower as he began to move inside her

again. Slow and deep.

"I know what you need." His voice was rougher
now. Harder.

Kira stared up at him, dazed, awash in a pleasure so deep,
so intense, that she wanted it to last forever.

She needed it to last forever. To never end.

Perspiration coated her body, sweat beaded on his forehead,
ran in rivulets down the side of his face

and the broad planes of his chest. She tracked the trails
of moisture. Watched them run down his neck,

his chest, to his hard abdomen and below.

Her gaze was caught by the below. The sight of his cock
moving out of her, glistening slick and wet with

her juices, the heavy veins prominent and throbbing before
he pushed inside her again.

"Do you like seeing that, Kira?" His voice was
strained. "Watching my dick take you? Do you know

what it feels like? Like a white-hot vise wrapped around
me, clenched on me."

The muscles of his thighs clenched as he retreated, sweat
beading on the dark flesh as more of her

cream flooded her pussy. She felt it as he pushed inside
her, saw it as he retreated.

She lifted her eyes to his once again. She was lost in him.
It was too late to hide, too late to control.

"I love you." The cry tore from her, the emotions
taking her as hard, as desperately, as he was suddenly

taking her.

His jaw was tight, his teeth gritting. And he was the one
holding back. She was a part of him and he was

sinking into her soul as surely as he was sinking into her
body.

"I love you." Her eyes closed as the words tore
from her one last time before the explosions of primal,

agonizing pleasure began tearing through her.

She arched, bucked, the ecstasy too much to be borne, the
intensity riding so sharply inside her that she

felt it cut into her soul.

Ian snarled her name as he came over her, his hips moving
hard and fast as he fucked her with

maddening hunger. Rapture was a continuous explosion inside
her now. Pleasure rode pain and for the

first time in her life Kira knew what it meant to be
touched to the soul as Ian gave one final, desperate

thrust, stilled, his cock throbbing and pulsing, his
release shuddering through his body as his arms moved

beneath her to hold her to him.

He cradled her as the spasming tissue of her pussy held
him. Tight. Gripping. His arms tightened around

her, his head was buried in the pillow by her head, and he
held her as though he would never let her go.

Nineteen

DAWN WAS EDGING OVER THEhorizon as Ian stood on the
balcony, coffee in hand, staring out at

the land that surrounded the villa.

Unlike the Fuentes estate in Colombia, the villa and its
grounds weren't surrounded by mountains and

jungles. The terrain was flatter, with only a slight rise
of hills around it spotted with massive boulders.

The balcony wasn't the most secure place to take his
coffee, or to sit and reflect on things he would have

been better prepared to deal with once this mission was
over. But those thoughts refused to be

extinguished. And they centered on the woman now sleeping
the sleep of the exhausted in his bed.

He hadn't expected her to say she loved him. Of all the
things he had expected when he broke down

Kira's barriers, it hadn't been that commitment.

He ran his hand over his stubbled jaw before sipping at the
coffee again and staring at the huge boulders

and sheltering trees on the rise across from him.

It wasn't that he couldn't feel the eyes watching him, it
was that he was beginning to accept that they

were there. And he had bigger problems than the knowledge
that Durango team was out there. Kira was

a much bigger problem. She had lost her objectivity, and in
a woman, that could be fatal. She wouldn't

care about her own life from this point on, he knew that
about her. If it came to saving him or watching

him die to complete the mission, she would give her life
for him.

He should have had her tied, gagged, and shipped to a
secure location until this was finished. He could

have gone on as he was, risking no life or soul but his
own, and finished the mission, one way or the

other. His life or Sorrell's and Diego's. He had made that
vow to himself when they had rescued Nathan

eight months before. When he had seen the shape his friend
had been in, and had known his father was

responsible.

He had promised Nathan their heads, and he fully intended
to carry that promise out, no matter what.

Even his life. But not at the cost of Kira's.

He lowered his head and ran his fingers through his hair
before staring at the rise once again. She was

too important. He had known that the moment he realized she
was covering his ass in that warehouse.

Hell, he had known it eight months before in Atlanta during
the operation to protect Kell Krieger's

woman.

He was screwed.

He flipped up the secure sat phone he held in his hand and
keyed in Macey's number.

"Fuck-tard." Macey's voice came over the line,
savagely quiet. "'Bout time you called."

"I have a shipment that needs to go out," he said
firmly, closing his eyes at the thought of sending Kira

away. "Are you available?"

"If it's raven-haired with a marksman rating, then you
can fuck yourself," Macey growled. "I'm not

touching that one."

That wasn't relief he was feeling.

"Why are you here then?" he asked. "Take the
shot if that's what this is all about. Save us the trouble

later."

Ian leaned back in the chair and opened himself to any shot
anyone might want to take. He couldn't be

certain why Durango team was there, but if this was all
they wanted, then screw it. He was tired of the

blood and the death, and he was tired of regret. SEALs
didn't forgive betrayal from one of their own.

And Ian didn't blame them.

"Killer Secrets." Macey reminded him of the code
word he had given Kira. "And we got your message

via Kira. Tell me, Ian, what part of friends don't you
understand? Do you think I'm going to snipe your

stupid ass while you're sipping your morning coffee and
your woman is standing in the door watching you

as though her heart were broken?"

Ian turned his head.

Whatever expression Kira may have had on her face cleared
instantly, but her eyes were still somber,

questioning.

"Hang for the commander," Macey announced.

"Lieutenant Richards, I'm going to kick your ass to
hell and back when this is over." Reno came over the

line, his quiet voice echoing with anger. "Where do we
meet and when?"

"No meet." Ian lowered his voice further, never
breaking Kira's gaze. "No chance."

"Unacceptable," Reno informed him coldly.
"Take your woman on a ride. You know our location."

The connection broke.

Ian blew out a breath roughly as he shook his head. That
was a meet he wasn't about to make. There

were too many eyes watching, too many ways he could
compromise what he was doing.

He stared out at the rock outcropping once again.

"No chance in getting rid of you, is there?" He
sighed.

"Not on a bet." Her voice was somber.

"It would kill me if anything happened to you."
He admitted that, and even more privately, he realized it

would destroy what was left of his soul. And there wasn't a
whole lot of that left.

"I won't walk away, Ian. I won't be forced away. If
you wanted to try that, then you should have done it

before last night."

Hell yes, he should have.

"Ian, I'm not an innocent bystander here," she
continued as she moved to him.

She took the coffee cup from his hand and set it on the
small table at his side before sliding onto his lap.

She wore one of his silk shirts. The material slid over his
flesh, warmed by her skin and carrying her scent

now.

He couldn't help but surround her with his arms and hold
her close to his chest.

"I'm well trained," she whispered in his ear.
"I'm fully qualified to walk by your side, don't pretend

otherwise."

He cupped her head and held it to his shoulder, bending his
head to her, his lips close to hers, his gaze

holding hers as he spoke.

"If I lost you here, it would destroy what's left of
my soul."

"And if I walked away from you, it would destroy what
was left of me," she answered. "We've been

playing a cat-and-mouse game for years now. It's time to
stop. Here and now. I'm your equal in