Navy SEALs Complete Series: 3 Books + 3 Novellas (Tempting Navy SEALs) (143 page)

Joe could feel Maggie’s fear. Not her guilt, just her fear. It was amazing how easily he could read her. The way her green eyes would darken to the color of shadowed moss, the frown that puckered her brow. The way she caught the corner of her lower lip between her teeth and worried it absently. That was worry, concern, not guilt.

He remembered guilt. During the months they had spent together, Joe realized he had learned quite a bit about Maggie. Things he hadn’t known he had learned until this past week.

Guilt was a careful absence of expression. She had used it several times during their earlier relationship when she tried to deny that she was pushing for more—more commitment, more emotion from him. It was the way she would look down as she played with the hem of a shirt or she picked at her nails. It was the shadowed tone of her voice that deepened her accent. That was guilt.

What he saw now was fear, and it wasn’t fear for herself. It was the same fear she showed just before he took her virginity, staring up at him, her eyes dark, her teeth worrying that lower lip, that little frown between her brows. The fear of a broken heart, of putting herself in a place where she truly wasn’t wanted.

Maggie was easy to read, unlike Grant. Grant had been trained to lie—being with the DEA demanded a certain talent in subterfuge—and Grant had always done amazingly well at it. So well, in fact, that when it blended into the friendship Joe thought they had, he had never suspected.

Or maybe he had.

He remembered the uneasy feeling he had just before meeting Grant’s “fiancée.” The feeling that the other man was playing a carefully calculated game. Joe had pushed it behind him, especially after meeting Maggie. Little things, Joe admitted, that he should have taken into consideration long ago. Grant had shown brief spurts of mocking jealousy. It had made Joe uncomfortable at the time, though he had fought to ignore it. He should have never ignored it.

As he watched Maggie turn back to the coffee, he saw the sorrow in her eyes and knew he should do something, anything, to alleviate it.

She had no idea, even now, how much he did love her. Hell, he hadn’t known himself until early this morning, until the need to tie her to him for all time had overtaken him.

Primal. He had been like an animal taking his mate, and damn if he didn’t want to do it again.

He watched her, the defensive hunching of her shoulders as though expecting a blow, the careful movements as she poured her coffee. She kept her face lowered, but he swore he could feel the fear and pain radiating from her. As fiery as she could be, he knew Maggie had a core of sensitivity that was often her downfall. A
sensitivity that would be breaking her heart right now. He bet dollars to donuts that her thoughts weren’t on herself, but rather on him, and how it would look to him that she had thought of a possible place Grant could have hidden the information.

Trusting might be the biggest mistake he had made in his life, as Craig obviously believed. Joe had fought trusting her, just as he had fought loving her once before. A battle he had lost, and he hadn’t even had the sense to realize it.

She lifted the coffee cup and sipped before sitting it back on the counter. She knew he was behind her, and in most people that avoidance would apply to guilt. Thankfully, Maggie wasn’t most people.

“Craig wasn’t pleased by what he saw when I came in the room,” she whispered.

Joe heard the uncertainty in her voice, the fear that Craig’s misgivings could drive a wedge between them. His track record with her wasn’t the best, and he admitted that getting past her fears wasn’t going to be easy.

“Craig is still dealing with what happened with Grant.” Hell, so was he. Out of a four-man team, only he and Craig were left. They were both still aching with the grief over Lyons’s loss, as well as Grant’s betrayal.

“Aren’t we all?” Her painful comment had him grimacing in regret.

“It’s a lesson learned,” he sighed. “I trusted Grant to the point that I never ran the required security checks on him, and I pushed back doubt when I should have followed through with it. It’s a mistake I won’t make again.”

She still didn’t face him. God, he hoped she wasn’t crying. He didn’t think he could handle Maggie’s tears; they would break his heart.

“I should have protected you better,” he finally said, his voice rough with his guilt. “I was so damned jealous of what I thought
he had with you that I couldn’t bear coming around. If I had, I would have known something was wrong.”

“So you’re just going to take the blame for my marriage as well?” Her vibrant red hair rippled over her shoulders as she shook her head. “You’re a glutton for punishment, Joe. And you’re wrong. I would have never let you see the nightmare that marriage had turned into. I couldn’t have borne it.”

She sat her cup down then turned to him slowly, crossing her arms over her breasts as she stared back at him, sorrow shimmering in her eyes.

A weary smile edged his lips. “I would have known, Maggie.” He would have seen it in her eyes. She wasn’t a liar. Her emotions were always so clear in her eyes, so easy to read, that he had always been able to stay one step ahead of her in their previous relationship. “I would have known and I would have gone crazy with it.”

“Because you loved me?” The doubt in her voice was clear.

“Because I loved you, because I’ve always loved you,” he amended. “Because no matter how hard I’ve tried, you were a part of me. I knew, without seeing you, that something was wrong. For two years I avoided that house and I avoided you, and that’s not like me. And I couldn’t understand why I avoided it. I think a part of me always knew.”

Admitting that was like cutting out his own heart. He had let her down in a way so fundamental that it ached through ever portion of his being. It was bad enough that he had let her go, but he hadn’t made certain she was safe.

“Grant was very good at his lies,” she whispered, rubbing her hands over her arms as though to ward off a chill. “He fooled us both.”

Yes, he had, and Joe would never forget that lesson. It didn’t mean he was going to let Maggie pay any more than she already had.

“Maggie, have I ever taken you on a kitchen table?” The need to have her was growing by the second.

Her eyes widened in shock, as though the change in subject had come too quickly for her to process. “Do what?”

He moved closer, his hands going to the snap of her jeans, as her fingers curled over his wrists in surprised reflex.

“Have I ever fucked you on a kitchen table?” He lowered his voice, watching the small shiver that raced over her body at the sound of it.

Maggie was a sensualist. Taste, touch, the sounds of arousal, turned her on as much as the act itself.

As he slid the metal button of her jeans free, her eyes darkened further and a flush filled her face. Her lashes swept over her eyes as her gaze became drowsy, hungry, and suspicious.

“Sex doesn’t solve everything.” Her breathing was rough, causing her breasts to rise and fall in quick little movements.

Hard little nipples pressed beneath the cloth, and Joe’s mouth watered to taste them. She had the softest, sweetest flesh, and the hardest nipples he had ever taken into his mouth.

“Sex doesn’t solve everything, but it can sure as hell make life sweeter.” He laid his forehead against hers as he slid the zipper to her jeans down. “I trusted Grant with your life once,” he whispered, staring into her eyes, giving her the truth of himself, as she had always given him the truth of who and what she was. “I’ll never trust another man to protect what belongs to me, or to hold what is mine to hold, Maggie. You taught me to trust you in a way Grant never did. With your heart and your soul, long before I ever learned of his betrayal.”

It was the most basic truth that he knew how to give her. Two and a half years ago she had walked away from him rather than staying in half a relationship and hiding what she felt, as he had been content to do. She had broken away and tried to go on, tried
to live without him. Any woman greedy enough to involve herself with Grant’s schemes would have never done such a thing, especially considering the cushy little life he offered her as his mistress. And he had made the offer, exactly four hours before he arrived at that party with another woman on his arm.

She had shown him then what she was. Who she was. A woman willing to walk away from what she wanted most, rather than to lower herself to meet the selfish needs of someone else.

“You didn’t believe me at the station,” she reminded him, though her voice broke as his hands pushed beneath her T-shirt. “I could see it in your eyes, Joe. And after we came here …”

“I didn’t believe in me, Maggie.” He lifted the shirt along her smooth stomach, over her breasts and finally leaned back to pull it from her. “It was never you I doubted. Every instinct inside me pushed me to get you the hell out of there. It was me I doubted. For a little while.”

She wore a lacy white bra that did nothing to hide the swollen mounds of her breasts, or the spiked tips of her nipples.

“Have I mentioned I love your nipples?” He released the catch between her breasts before peeling the cups back from the rapidly rising and falling mounds.

“Not in a while.” She was panting now. He loved it when she panted for him. “We need to discuss things, Joe. Not have sex.”

“Hmm, I’ll have to remember to mention that. And nothing else matters Maggie, not right now. The rest we’ll deal with as we have to.”

He lowered his head, licking over one straining tip with a slow, wet glide of his tongue, as he heard the tremulous gasp that left her lips.

That was how he liked her, soft and melting in his arms, those strangled little gasps falling from her lips as pleasure began to overwhelm her. Words would never convince her at this point that he
trusted her. That trust would have to come in time, and he understood that. He expected it. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t edge the odds in his own favor. Her body knew what her mind hadn’t yet accepted. She belonged to him just as surely as he belonged to her.

“Joe, are you sure?” Her short nails were digging into his wrists, her gaze worried, but growing hotter by the second.

“More certain than I’ve been of anything, baby.” He laid his hand on her lower stomach, watching her closely. “Certain enough to want more with you than I have ever wanted with anyone else.”

He didn’t give her time to answer, or time to protest. He had never known anything as sweet or as erotic as loving Maggie. She was like a drug in his system; one he had no hope of breaking his addiction to. And God knew he had tried.

He had fought the arousal, the need and his belief in her for nearly a week. And even as he fought it, he had known it was a losing battle. Just as he had known as he watched her interrogation through that two-way mirror.

His lips covered hers as he drew in the sobbing response to his declaration, his tongue tasting the sweetness of her passion as he pushed the bra from her shoulders before moving to her jeans.

He wanted her naked. Naked and open for him, welcoming him with all the sweet, generous fire that was so much a part of her.

Clothes were ripped, torn, pushed at, and pulled off until only bare flesh met eager hands and muted moans met open-mouthed kisses that filled the senses with an aroused, imperative demand.

Hunger arced through Joe’s mind as Maggie’s hand attempted to wrap around the base of his cock. Her fingers didn’t quite meet, but that didn’t detract from the sheer pleasure of her touch.

As always, nothing mattered except pushing inside her, taking her, feeling her orgasm pulsing around him. He didn’t bother with the bed or the floor. His hands moved to her buttocks and he lifted her and bore her to the table.

Maggie was fighting to breathe as the overwhelming pleasure rushed through her with a force that swept through her senses like wildfire. All she felt was the heat and demand, a need pulsing through every cell of her body as she clutched Joe to her.

She felt the cool wood of the table meet her back as Joe came over her. He didn’t bother with keeping his feet on the floor, instead, he clambered to the tabletop after her, knees bent, his hips thrusting against her, driving the hard wedge of his cock deep into the fiery heat between her thighs.

There was little grace to the act, even less finesse. The clawing hunger, fear, and desperation that spurred their passion allowed for only the most primitive response. She felt the fierce width of his erection sear the tender tissue of her vagina, and arched closer. The fiery pleasure/pain whipped through her nerve endings, ricocheting through tissue and muscle until every cell of her body was focused on one point only. The penetration of her body, the hard, fierce thrusts of his cock inside her, and the fiery sensation tightening her womb with every thrust.

Orgasm was imperative. With each stroke he threw her higher, seemed to go deeper, until every sense she possessed became focused on the steady impalement.

Perspiration gathered between their bodies, creating an exciting friction as they slid against one another. The building heat between their bodies had them both panting for air, forced to break off the kiss that had consumed them as they fought for breath.

Maggie struggled to open her eyes, staring up at Joe as his hands gripped her hips to hold her in place and the strokes pistoning his cock into her vagina increased. The cords in his neck stood out in sharp relief as the tendons of his arms and chest rippled with power.

He was as out of control now, as he had been earlier that morning.
As though once lost, the power to hold himself distant, in this area at least, was gone forever.

The ability to think receded as he whispered her name, his eyes opening, his gaze spearing hers.

“I love you, Maggie.” The words were torn from him, ripped from his chest in a growling, harsh sound that spiked through her womb and sent her release crashing through her.

Maggie felt the involuntary arching of her back as the wave of sensation tore through her with pleasure that bordered on violent. It exploded through every nerve ending in her body and sent convulsions crashing through her womb, as her pussy began to milk desperately at his cock. Nothing mattered but the pinnacle of pleasure, the sweeping completion she had only found in this man’s arms, and a love she knew she could never survive without. Not intact. Not completely. She would live, but without Joe, Maggie knew her soul would never breathe.