Navy SEALs Complete Series: 3 Books + 3 Novellas (Tempting Navy SEALs) by Lora Leigh Read Free Book Online

encouraging the wet heat to flow harder from her core. “I bet you could come so easy for me, couldn’t you, baby? One hard thrust inside that tight little pussy and you’d explode like the Fourth of July. Do you want to explode, sweetheart?”
    She did. Oh God, she did. She needed to. If she didn’t, she was going to die. She panted in anticipation as she felt his fingers move again, felt the touch of not one fingertip against her entrance but two. Oh yes, she was going to come so hard. Just one thrust. One hard, searing thrust and the hunger would be quenched.
    But he didn’t thrust hard. He eased in. Morganna heard her own shattered cry as she felt the slow, heated stretching of her pussy, felt his fingers working into her with practiced, diabolical skill.
    “God, you feel like silk. Hot, slick silk, Morganna.”
    He continued to ease inside, filling her, burning her, driving the heat higher, hotter, but never stilling the flames.
    “Please . . .” She couldn’t still the weak plea as he filled her, felt his fingers crooking a second before he began to rub that spot she could never seem to effectively manipulate.
    But he was. With just the calloused pad of his fingertip he was sending blistering shards of nearing rapture to shoot through her nerve endings.
    “You’re so close, Morganna,” he whispered. “I’m going to have you in my bed, those pretty thighs spread and my cock stretching you more.”
    His fingers were wicked. Carnal. Destructive.
    He slid them back, nearly pulling free before he moved inside her again. The same steady, slow entrance, the same diabolical caress when they reached the depths of her vagina.
    She was shaking, shuddering with need now. Lust was a demon devouring her mind, the need to orgasm so pervasive, so imperative, now that she knew she was fighting a losing battle.
    “I can feel you rippling around my fingers, milking them. Wouldn’t it feel so good, Morganna? Climaxing for me? Filling my hand with your sweet warmth?”
    “Not fair. . . .” She was reaching blindly for that release, so close, so desperate for it that she felt as though she would shatter without it.
    “No. Not fair is seeing you nearly run down by that car.” Rage filled his voice as his body pressed her harder into the door. “Not fair is feeling those bullets pelt around you, knowing you could die.” His fingers jerked inside her, as though he couldn’t resist thrusting, just a little, almost enough.
    Enough to have her crying out, arching to her tiptoes, then falling back, fighting desperately to find that final sensation needed to pitch her over the edge.
    “You almost died in front of my eyes, damn you,” he snarled before his teeth raked over her neck, his fingers flexing inside her. “For God’s sake, Morganna, why?”
    She opened her mouth to speak, to spill every secret she had been trusted with. The information couldn’t be bought, but, oh God, it could be had. As she was drawing in the breath to confide every morsel of information, a hard knock vibrated against her cheek with enough force to shock her.
    Clint stilled behind her as the knock came again, harder this time.
    “If that’s your leather-clad Lothario, I’m going to kill him.”
    She whimpered as Clint’s fingers slid from the aching depths of her pussy and he pulled her back as he stepped aside. He didn’t give her time to recover, didn’t give her the option to leave the room. He looked through the peephole as he released Morganna, pushing her slowly behind him as she stumbled, fighting to regain her balance, cursed, then swung the door open to face the four plainclothes DEA agents she worked with.
    Joe Merino was no one’s fool. She saw the knowledge of what had been going on behind the door narrow his eyes as Craig’s muttered curse echoed behind him.
    Joe flipped open the small wallet that carried his badge and identification. The DEA seal was clear, as were the others who stood around him.
    “Clint, we need to