Navy SEALs Complete Series: 3 Books + 3 Novellas (Tempting Navy SEALs) (138 page)

“No, you don’t.” She came to an abrupt stop as he jumped from his chair, his hand reaching out to catch her upper arm as she moved to pass him.

The shock of his flesh touching hers, the heat and strength in it nearly drove the breath from her body.

“Let me go.” She jerked against his hold, feeling the anger growing inside her, the hurt burning through her heart.

“I won’t let you go, Maggie.” He suddenly snarled, jerking her around, as his free hand buried in her hair, his fingers locking into the strands. He jerked her head back and stared into her eyes fiercely. “I won’t let you go and I won’t let you die. Lie to me all you need to. Fuck it. I’ll get Fuentes in the end, if I have to kill him to do it. But I won’t let you go.”

“You don’t have a choice.” She pushed against his chest, desperate to escape him, to break free of the hard temptation of his body. “I don’t belong to you, Joe, not anymore …”

“By God, you always belonged to me. Always.”

Before she could stop him his head lowered, his lips covered hers, and time came to a stop. There was only Joe’s kiss. His lips moving against hers, his tongue licking, piercing her lips, moving between them in a fierce, dominant kiss.

Her fingers curled against his chest, then spread out, nerve endings soaking in the feel of him, remembering, relishing the rasp of the short, crisp hairs on her palms, the fiery warmth beneath his flesh.

Against her lower stomach she felt his erection pressing intently through the material of his jeans. His arms enfolded her, his kiss intoxicated her.

“Joe,” she whimpered as his lips slid to her cheek, to her jaw. “Don’t do this.”

Don’t make her feel again. Don’t make her ache for all the things she knew she couldn’t have. Don’t make her love him more than she already did.

“I dreamed of you.” The arousal and the anger pulsed in his voice as he nipped at her ear. “For more than two years, I remembered what it was like to feel you beneath me, to hear the soft little catch in your voice when you came beneath me, the feel of your body tightening around me. I remembered, Maggie, and it drove me insane.”

She whimpered at the pain that enveloped her, the raking fingers of need, regret, and sorrow that filled her.

“This won’t fix the past.” She tightened her fingers on his biceps, feeling the power and the tension that vibrated in his body. “It won’t solve anything, Joe.”

He wanted to punish her. She could feel it pulsing in the air
around them, feel it in the rake of his teeth along her neck, the nipping little kisses, and the press of his erection against her.

Even as her head screamed out a warning against his touch and the probability of heartbreak down the road, she felt herself relaxing, leaning into him, the response he had always commanded from her leaping through her system.

“I know one thing it will definitely solve.” One hand slid down her back, gripped the swell of a buttock, and lifted her to him.

Maggie moaned at the feel of his cock notching between her thighs, his lips at her neck, his tongue licking erotically at her skin. Blood pulsed hot and fast through her veins, heating her flesh, sensitizing her nerve endings, as lust began to spike the air around them.

Hunger surged through her. More than two years of aching, of needing, of suffering the restless, shadowed dissatisfaction that edged at her mind, culminated here. In Joe’s arms. His touch. His kiss. It was the drug she had never recovered from, the one very likely to destroy her.

The feel of her lips beneath his, her body pulled against his, was heaven and hell. Memories swamped him, and following close on its heels was a lust that tightened in his balls and sent hunger slamming through his system. This was Maggie. Redheaded, fiery, a need he had never exorcised, from his heart. A hunger he couldn’t forget. No matter how hard he tried—and he had tried, for two and a half years he had tried. He was tired of denying himself.

His lips moved over her jaw, back to her lips, and he stole the words he could feel rushing past them. A denial, the cautious, intuitive part of her that had always driven him crazy. There was only one way to silence it, one way to steal beneath her defenses and make her melt in his arms.

“Maggie,” he whispered, lifting his lips until they ghosted over hers. “Let me love you …”

“You son of a bitch!”

He was unprepared for the raging fury let loose on him. A redheaded mini tornado that kicked, slapped, and threw herself at him like a force of nature intent on destruction.

“Dammit, Maggie …” He grabbed her wrists, only to let go as she kicked at his shin.

Jumping back, he stared at the aberration confronting him. Her red hair was wild, waves of fiery splendor cascading to her shoulders, her cheeks flushed, her green eyes brilliant with tears.

“I can’t believe you!” Her fists were clenched at her sides as her breasts rose and fell with the quick pace of her breathing. “ ‘Let me love you’,” she mimicked him. “You know about as much about that emotion as Grant did. Zero, Joe. Nada. And you can kiss my ass.”

“Give me the chance.” He narrowed his eyes on her, letting a mocking smile curl his lips. “If you had put the bitch on hold for a minute, I might have gotten around to it. And the next time you compare me to Grant, you might find that sweet ass spanked rather than kissed.”

“Lay a hand on me and I’ll charge you with assault,” she yelled back. “You had your chance to love me, Joe, and you blew it.”

“Like hell,” he snarled, sexual tension and raging anger rising inside him. “I loved you every damned chance you gave me, Maggie. Completely. Neither of us could move after we were finished.”

“You fucked me,” she corrected him brutally.

Joe flinched at the explicit wording, something dark and inexplicable rising inside him to deny it.

“And what did you do, Maggie? I hardly think it was love; you married the man you believed was my best friend six months later.”

“I didn’t know until he brought you to the wedding rehearsal.” Her gaze was filled with disgust as it raked over him. “I nearly broke the engagement then, and I would have if he hadn’t begged me not to. I knew.” Her laughter was tinged with bitterness. “God, I knew better. I should have never listened to him when he swore
to me that my relationship with you didn’t matter. That he hadn’t known about it.”

The pain in her eyes made him pause. Maggie had never been much of liar, at least not before her marriage to Grant. She wore her heart on her sleeve, loved or hated with equal intensity. A person didn’t have to guess where he stood with her.

“He knew about our relationship,” he informed her, watching her closely. “He knew the night you walked out on me, and he knew why.”

Her lips parted for a second before closing firmly, tightening into a bitter line. There was no surprise there, though, only remembered pain. Grant’s lies couldn’t surprise her anymore, only her own stupidity at the time still had the power to hurt her.

“Yes,” she finally admitted. “He did. He knew about our relationship and he used it the entire time we were married. Too bad I didn’t know any better before the vows were spoken.”

“Why did you marry him?” That question had haunted him, had driven him to drink more nights than he could count.

“Because I thought he loved me,” she threw back at him fiercely. “And I thought I loved him. I thought he was honest, that he wanted more than the quick fuck his buddy had decided was all I was good for.”

“Say that word again and you’re going to regret it, Maggie,” he snapped.

“What? Fuck?” she sneered. “What’s wrong, Joe, does it offend you to know what a complete bastard you were?”

“I know well how damned stupid I was.” God knew it had been driven home night after lonely night for two and a half years. “But you were never just a fuck.”

“Oh, you loved me?” she asked mockingly. “Yeah, sure you did, Joe. Even while you were parading Miss Big Boobs around on your
tuxedoed arm for a night out? Did you think I had forgotten that one?”

Miss Big Boobs. Fake boobs maybe, not that he had checked. The woman in question, Carolyn Delorents, had been the daughter of a suspected drug kingpin. He had been on assignment. Nothing more. An assignment he hadn’t told Maggie about.

“I haven’t forgotten,” he growled. “And you would never listen to explanations.”

“Explanations come before you spend the night with another woman hanging off you, not after,” she pointed out sarcastically. “And I didn’t want explanations. The fact that you did it, without telling me, was enough.”

“We weren’t married …”

“I was falling in love with you,” she cried out. “You knew it. You knew it, and rather than telling me I was wasting my time you let me find it out at an event I was covering for the paper. You didn’t tell me anything.”

“I didn’t know you would be there.”

“Which only makes it worse.” She swiped her fingers beneath her eyes before blinking back her tears. “I’ve paid enough for our affair, Joe.”

She turned, stalking from the room before he could stop her. Following her, he caught the bedroom door before she could slam it closed and moved slowly into the room.

“Explain that comment.” Suspicion uncurled in his stomach. He had tried to convince himself that Grant had been good to her, that he had loved her. Through the past two years he had never imagined she had been anything but worshipped.

“He married me because he was convinced you cared about me.” Her eyes flashed with pain and anger. “Three months after our marriage I left him, Joe.” Mockery twisted her features. “Only
to be forced back. He blackmailed me with a mistake my father made when first starting the newspaper. He wasn’t about to let me leave, to lose the one thing he had to torment you with.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He forced back his anger, his disbelief.

“Blackmail, Joe. You understand the concept, right?”

“I understand the concept.” He held on to his control by a thread.

She wasn’t lying. He knew Maggie. In that moment he realized that he knew her better than he had ever known anyone in his life. And he couldn’t make himself believe that she was lying.

“He left me alone for the most part, as long as I played the role.” She sniffed back her tears as she sat slowly on the edge of the bed. “We had separate bedrooms. He never tried to touch me. He got off on hurting you. He hated you.” She shook her head, confusion filling her voice. “I never understood that.”

Joe met her gaze as she lifted her eyes to his, watching him with such perplexed anger that it caused his chest to clench.

“Did he ever say why?” He had never really known Grant—Joe realized that now—but a lifetime of believing in the friendship he thought they had was hard to put behind him. He had trusted Grant above anyone else in the world, even his family. Grant had been the brother Joe had never had. At least, he had thought he was. Separating himself from those memories sometimes felt as though he were separating a part of his soul from his body.

“Oh, he had plenty of reasons.” Weariness washed over her expression. “The promotion you got and he didn’t. Something about bullies in school. But I think most of it came down to the fact that your family was stinking rich, according to him. That bothered him most of all.”

And Joe had never known. That was the hardest part for him. He had never suspected that Grant had hated him so thoroughly.

“I loved him like a brother.” And he had, since they were boys. “That’s why I didn’t stand between you when I learned who he was dating, then marrying. It’s the reason I left it alone, Maggie. I thought you deserved someone to love you, and I thought he loved you.”

She stared back at him for long moments, remnants of anger glittering in her dark green eyes.

“Such sacrifice,” she snorted, the sound causing him to clench his teeth against the frustration eating at him. “You should apply for sainthood, Joe.”

She rose to her feet once again, moving slowly around the bedroom before stopping on the far side and turning back to face him.

“What did you think I was going to do now? Fall back into your arms as though the past two and a half years never happened?”

“I could have handled it.” He shrugged tensely. “I never forgot, Maggie—”

“Then forget now.”

Joe read the wariness in her eyes.

“Have
you
forgotten, Maggie?” He moved toward her slowly, dying to touch her, to taste her one more time. “Did you forget how hot I could make you? How hot and wet you got for me, baby?”

He didn’t touch her as he moved to her; he stared into her eyes, feeling the needs rising inside him as fiercely as they reflected in her eyes.

“This isn’t going to get us anywhere,” she whispered, her hands clenching the material at the front of her shirt. “I won’t let you do this to me again.”

“That’s what I swore about you a week ago,” he admitted. “That I wouldn’t get so hard for you that the only thing that mattered was getting you beneath me, burying my cock so deep inside
you I didn’t know where you ended and where I began. That I wouldn’t ache for you, that I wouldn’t need to hear that soft little cry you make when you come for me.”

“That you wouldn’t use what I felt for you to try to trap me?” she suggested mockingly, causing him to grit his teeth in frustration.

“I wouldn’t use the sex against you, Maggie.” Would he? He was telling himself he wouldn’t, but he knew he would push her. She had to know where that information was, if only subconsciously.

“You would use any weapon against me that you could find,” she threw back at him as she edged away.

Joe followed.

“You were married to him for two years,” he said softly. “You may have hated every minute of it, but you were there, in that house with him. There had to have been something he said, something he did …”

“And you think I haven’t thought of that?” she spat out. “That’s all I’ve thought of, Joe. Because if I could give you that damned information you want so bad, then I’d be free. Of you, of Fuentes,
and
of Grant. Trust me, no one wants you to have that information more than I do.”

“You want to leave me that bad, Maggie?” He moved behind her, leaning in close, careful not to touch. “I remember a time when you found excuses to stay in my bed, to remain at my place.”

“And I remember a time when you found excuses to escape,” she reminded him, stepping away again, but not before he saw the little tremor of response that washed over her. “You didn’t want what I had to offer before, Joe, and now, whatever you’re offering, I’m passing on.”

He watched her move across the bedroom and enter the bathroom. Unhurried, her slender body shifting beneath the loose
clothes she had worn to sleep in. Her head was lifted, her shoulders straight, and the pride that reflected in her stance caused a grin to edge at his lips.

He wondered if she knew she moved against him in that big bed each night. More often than not, her head ended up on his shoulder, a shapely leg thrown over his, and her hand lying directly over his heart. Just as she had lain when she had shared his bed so long ago.

And each night his control withered further away as his cock became more demanding. She could argue until she was blue in the face, and sometimes she could, but he knew what he felt each night. Hard nipples pressing against his side through her T-shirt. Her hands touching him tentatively, as though he were a dream.

He was a fool to let her go the first time, and he could be playing a bigger fool now. Only time would tell. And that was why he’d brought her here, he reminded himself. If she were lying, he would find out. If she were telling the truth … then he would protect her with everything he had. If she were telling the truth, then he would never let her out of his life again. She would be his. One way or the other.