Page 17 of Covert Temptation (SEAL Team Blackout Charlie #4)

D ante threaded his fingers into the silky strands of Kennedy’s hair, his lips brushing over hers with rough insistence.

The small noises she made each time he kissed her, as if he made her shiver from the inside out, only amped up his own need to have her. With the tip of his tongue, he coaxed her lips apart, drawing another whimper from her.

As soon as she parted for him, he swept his tongue inside. Rough. Ravishing her. It wasn’t sweet—it was a collision. It tasted of hunger and desperation and all the pent-up frustration they’d been dancing circles around for weeks.

She dug her nails into his shoulders, her moan reverberating into his mouth. Each soft rock of her pussy against his erection had him aching hard with white-hot lust.

He had to be inside her. Now.

Gripping her hips, he drew her up into him in a quick jerk that sent shockwaves through his cock.

“Dante!” She locked her legs around his waist with an eagerness that damn near stole his mind.

Panting, he stared into the foggy depths of her beautiful eyes.

He was one of three men she’d ever let get this close to her. Knowing she was so selective, and he’d made the cut, had a storm crashing inside him.

He shoved her top up, baring her stomach, her ribs, wanting to worship every inch of her with his hands, lips, tongue. But there wasn’t time. He was about to explode, and the small grinding moves of her hips was quickly sending them past foreplay right to the point of no return.

He cradled her breast and found it bare. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

Time stuttered to a stop, leaving only heat. Only need.

Her nipple puckered under the stroke of his thumb. Then he was slipping down her body to trap it in his mouth.

She melted into the swirls of his tongue over the crest. Too enthusiastic to slow his pace, he sucked the tight bud. When he grazed her sensitive flesh with his teeth, she let out a strangled cry.

He went still, waiting to see if he’d gone too far and hurt her.

She didn’t move, her eyes pinched shut. In pain? Or bliss?

“Sorry,” he roughed out.

Her skin flushed pink, her chest heaving as if she couldn’t find enough air. She arched under him, bringing her breast within a breath of his lips. “Mmm. More.”

Fuck yeah. She was tough enough to withstand his fierce desire.

Ducking his head, he took her nipple between his teeth once more, gently worrying the tender bud until she gasped.

While teasing her breasts, he worked her pants down the soft curve of her hips, dragging her panties with them. Twisting and turning, she helped him, kicking free of the mass of fabric and exposing what he wanted—needed—to plunge inside. Now.

He slid his hand down her thigh and found her wet heat waiting for him. She gasped and bucked as if begging with her body. A dark pressure deep inside his core spread higher, taking over his chest too.

Unable to stop, he felt her fingers drag over his shoulders and her nails scrape his scalp as he lowered his face between her legs.

“Dante!” She lifted her legs, opening for him. Tempting him.

The scent of her infused him with want. Without a beat of hesitation at how intimate it was to go down on Kennedy, he lowered his mouth to her pussy.

Her strangled cry pulled a groan from him in answer. The first taste of her was sweet honey and intoxication. As he slowly slipped his tongue through her soft folds, he centered his gaze on her face.

So fucking beautiful. Eyes pinched shut in pleasure, cheeks glowing, her mouth forming an O as he tasted her.

Her fingers worked through his hair. As he licked a path back to her clit, all of her clutched at him. Her thighs clamped around his head as she thrust into his mouth.

Every flip of his tongue around her hard clit sent another throb through his cock. He wanted to bury himself deep and not stop until dawn broke the sky or the safe house burned to the ground from the heat they created with their need. Whichever came first.

He sucked on her clit with soft pulls while sliding his hand up her thigh. Splaying his fingers, he eased two inside her tight, gripping heat.

She screamed. Her pussy flexed around his fingers and mouth, and he doubled his efforts like pleasuring her was his one and only job.

Right this minute, it was.

He curled his fingers into her G-spot, and she flooded with juices. He rumbled a groan of appreciation and threw himself into tasting every drop, every fold, every inch of her.

The first tightening of her inner walls on his fingers sent him into overdrive. He fingered her hard, fast, pounding inside her the way he wanted to fill her with his cock.

She shook, a silent cry on her lips. She seemed to hover in the space between worlds, the pink in her cheeks mottling to red. When she opened her eyes and met his stare, his heart zapped with some charge of energy.

Then she was cresting the peak, her whole body going still before exploding.

She pulsed around him, bucking hard and fast into his thrusting fingers. He anchored her to his mouth and sucked her clit to a shaking end that stole every hint of self-restraint.

Her rasping breaths sounded too loud in the room as he brought her down, not in a soft wave of release but with crash landing.

He unzipped his jeans and shoved them low enough. There was hardly a shred of control left in him. Another heartbeat and he’d be ruined.

As he stared down at her, she wrapped her thighs around his hips, drawing his throbbing cock against her soaking wet center. Her wide eyes fixed on his. The pupils were blown in the espresso depths, giving him no place to anchor.

“Tell me you want me.”

Instead of giving him the words, she hooked her hand around his nape and yanked him down even as she angled her hips to take him.

A long groan tore from his throat as he sank inside her in one deep plunge.

He shuddered at the feel of her tight, slick heat wrapped around every inch of his cock. The taste of her release was still fresh on his tongue, making him even more frantic.

To what?

Claim.

The single word blasted into his mind as he began to move.

At the first grind of his hips, she rocked upward to meet him, a ragged moan on her lips. He delivered bruising kisses that she returned with a dark demand of her own. As if they could devour each other.

Or burn out this fire between them.

She tore from the kiss, gaze blazing up into him. The strong urge took over, and he dropped his forehead to hers, chest heaving as he battled through every last shred of control he had left.

He was losing the war. He wanted Kennedy—he would own up to that.

But this was more than sex, and they both fucking knew it.

Which made it far more dangerous. It placed them on rocky ground, surrounded by landmines.

But damn if he could stop now.

Whatever secrets she was keeping from him ceased to matter as he thrust deep, deeper, and felt her lips seeking his kiss he couldn’t deny her.

* * * * *

Kennedy tightened her inner muscles around Dante’s thick cock, milking him with each plunge he made. She gripped the hard planes of his spine, rocking into the grind of his hips, driven to leap into the fire consuming them.

The electric thrill deep inside her pussy increased. She flooded again, soaking him, and he felt it too. The low groan he made rumbled through her body.

“I can’t hold back.” His jaw flexed with the effort of grunting the words.

She didn’t want him to hold back. She wanted him to give her all of himself.

Hitching one calf higher on his hip, she opened to him.

And he slid a fraction deeper.

Pleasure clamped down like a vise.

Waves of ecstasy struck her, and she tumbled through the dark waters, aware she was crying out Dante’s name in a rasp.

In the tumultuous storm, his mouth found hers, towing her down, down. She burst on a cry of bliss, her pussy contracting and releasing around his cock as he issued a guttural growl. Hot cum jetted inside her, more intimate than anything she’d ever experienced in her life.

She came back to her senses slowly, first aware of the afterglow of bliss, then the pounding of her own heart.

When she opened her eyes, she found Dante watching her with that same intensity, as if he could see too much.

This time…she wasn’t going to hide. The fire between them was barely banked. Any second it could burst into another inferno that would swallow them both. Every ounce of fight had been burned out of her in their wild coupling.

He stayed buried inside her. She didn’t want him to leave.

Sliding her fingers over his back, she felt shivers riding just under the velvety surface of his skin.

She wanted to say something, to tell him how she felt right this second, but nothing would make sense. How to express that, in the course of being enemies, they’d become…more?

She worked her fingers down his spine, then back up, memorizing every inch of his steely body. She paused on a raised mark, a scar, tracing the healed wound and wondering if he’d ever share with her how he received it.

Her fingers found another, high on his shoulder. He started to push off her, to leave her body, but she locked her arms tighter around him.

“Stay,” she whispered. “Just another minute.”

He stilled. Their breaths mingled. Their hearts slowed to an easy rhythm.

He let her cling to him, and she let his presence ease some of the fear she’d been carrying for weeks. It washed away in a slow trickle that left her feeling boneless and satisfied and much more human than she had since this whole mess went down.

After long minutes, she let her head fall to the side. Her gaze settled on the splintered remnants of the coffee table.

“I guess using the table for that midnight snack is out of the question.”

He braced his weight on one elbow and followed her line of sight. “That thing was ugly anyway.”

She giggled. It was so unexpected, so freeing that it made her eyes sting. In the course of her life, she’d gone from closed off in childhood, the daughter of alcoholics who fought and scared her all the time—