“I protect myself.” Her voice was weak, too weak, as she felt his fingers at her thigh, felt his knee move back only to have his hand cup her sex. Grind against it. The heel of his palm rasping over her clit deliciously. “God, Ian, when will you realize we’re together in this?”
Oh God, she could come so easily, from that touch alone. She stared back at him, dazed, on fire for him. All she wanted was the pleasure she had found in his arms before. The erotic high that came from an orgasm she had only found with him.
“You’re mine while you’re here. Period,” he snarled. “I won’t tolerate another man touching you or you will disappear, Kira, until this is over. Somewhere where you’ll have no chance to escape. No chance to endanger yourself or what I’m doing here. Is this understood?”
The erotic high fizzled just enough for her to stare back at him in shock. He wasn’t talking about sex. She would follow behind him in this operation or he would have her kidnapped.
“You wouldn’t dare!” she whispered. Though she knew he would. He had hardened that much further, grown that much more determined in only eight months within the cartel.
Fury tightened his expression. “I’m the biggest fucking male chauvinist you’ll ever meet in your life. The thought of my woman in danger is more than my guts can tolerate. You will do this my way or by God I’ll make damned sure you’re protected another way.”
Dominant. Overbearing. Possessive. But at least he was admitting he was on an operation now.
“Ian, I know what I’m doing.” Confusion colored her voice and she knew it. Hell, she was a trained contract agent and had been one for ten years now. She wasn’t exactly a new recruit to this world.
Haunting shadows flashed in his gaze before his eyes slid down her body to where his hand cupped her pussy, his fingers caressing it. Her breath rasped from her chest as pleasure threatened to swamp her senses again.
When his eyes came back to hers, they were filled with tormented, raging desire. “I need your promise. You’ll be careful. Let me protect you. No matter what.”
“That’s not an issue, Ian,” she said.
“If you were hurt . . .” His throat worked convulsively as he swallowed. “Kira. Don’t make me live with that. Don’t make me have to live with your death.”
What was she seeing in his eyes now? What was that lurking demon of pain that burned like a hidden flame?
“I could make you promise the same thing,” she said softly. And she would agree simply because in allowing him to protect her, she could protect his back. And his soul. Because she knew what he intended would destroy a part of him if he were allowed to follow through with it.
For all his crimes, Fuentes was still his father. And for all the horror he had visited on others, he was also still a DHS contact that they didn’t want to lose. That they couldn’t afford to lose.
His fingers moved between her thighs then, two of them pressing hard and deep, forcefully, inside her weeping pussy. Her hips arched, one heel digging into the leather seat, the other into the floorboard as she worked his fingers deeper and felt the erotic flames licking through her body.
“I find out you arranged that scene with Missern and I’ll blister your ass,” he said with a groan, coming over her, his fingers fucking into her, stretching her, perspiration beginning to dampen her entire body. “I’ll tie you to my bed for a week, Kira. You will never play games with me like that again.”
Her head shook. “No game,” she gasped, her muscles tightening convulsively on his fingers. “Ian, please.”
His lips covered the nipple he had revealed, drawing it into his mouth, suckling with strong, heated hunger as pleasure began to steal her common sense.
She had never known sex could be this good. She had never imagined it. Never thought she could possibly lose her mind in a man’s arms.
“Do you belong to me, Kira?” His head rose, his gaze pierced hers as she forced her eyes open. “Seeing you with Missern knowing he was ready to strike you. I wanted him dead.”
He was talking to her? Asking her something? Now? While his fingers were filling her, stroking her, the tips rubbing in the most pleasurable spots, areas she never knew could feel so good.
“Belong to you?” she panted.
“Tell me you belong to me, Kira.” His fingers moved harder, deeper, plunging into the slick, saturated muscles of her pussy as shudders of response raced through her.
“Always.” She screamed the word. She couldn’t hold it back, no more than she could hold back the knowledge that she did belong to him in ways that even she couldn’t define.
It was a battle she would have to fight with herself later. Not now, because now she was consumed. His lips covered hers in reward, his tongue sinking deep, fucking into her mouth and driving her insane with the need to be closer as he controlled her movements with his hands and his body.
His fingers rasped and filled her pussy, stroked and plunged as the heel of his hand finally gave her the pressure she needed to explode.
She unraveled beneath him. Her breath became trapped in her throat, sensations sizzled across her flesh, and in one blinding second terror washed through her. Because no other man could do this. No other man could bring her to this point. And when the operation was over, if they survived, then Ian would walk away from her forever.
Eleven
IAN COULD FEEL THE NEED, the inferno of lust, tearing through him as Kira exploded around his fingers. It tempted his control, control that had never been tempted, and tore through his mind with the razor-sharp edge of agonized hunger.
And he was running out of time.
Ian blinked the sweat from his eyes as his gaze lifted to the tinted windows that looked out beyond the Hummer. A half hour maybe, before they hit the villa. Not long enough for him to explain what seeing her with Missern, watching the bastard just touch her hair had done to him. It had made him insane with the need to claim her. Kira was a strong woman, an alpha female if he had ever met one. It made it harder for her to understand his need to protect her.
He wanted her fiery, challenging, and defiant, but he also wanted her to recognize the fact that he was in control. She had to. Her life might well depend upon it.
He didn’t have the time to reach that inner woman, but he did have the time to let the hunger inside her free. To a point. God help him if he got his dick inside her; he’d be there for the rest of the night. There would be no leaving the vehicle because he’d be inside her for the rest of the night.