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  Not knowing was killing her. If she said anything, would she sound clingy? She couldn’t help the reaction, and her eyes began to tear up. Her mouth trembled. “I better go.”

  “No.”

  His voice sounded as rough as sandpaper. “Just no?”

  He closed his eyes, and his shoulders dropped an inch. “I’m not good with words.”

  “You do just fine when we’re fucking.”

  His mouth pulled into a grimace, and he rolled his eyes. “Can you keep your voice down?”

  She hadn’t realized she’d said it so loudly until she looked around. Suri bit her lip—no doubt to keep from laughing. Jax was grinning. She frowned at them both, then deepened her scowl when she glanced back up at Wolf.

  Now, he was smiling. One of his one-sided smirks.

  “I don’t want you to stay with me, because I still have sex acts to check off my list.”

  He spoke loudly enough that Jax started laughing.

  Piper’s cheeks heated, but she kept staring, challenging him to finish. She had to know where she stood before she gave her answer.

  “I want you to stay, because I want to get to know you better. Want to see if what we have is something…lasting.” By the time he finished the sentence, he was whispering.

  And looked damned uncomfortable. He’d better get used to the feeling. Piper moved in closer until her chest met his and she had to tilt back her head to hold his dark, glittering gaze. “I don’t want to stay here.” At his quick inhalation, she reached up and placed her hand on his cheek. “But I want to be with you. For as long as you need until you realize we were meant for each other.”

  “That what you think?” His eyes narrowed to a slit.

  His voice was quiet, but tense. Which told her he was pleased with what she’d said. “It is. You watched me through your Hensoldt. I watched you through my Bushnell binoculars. We both have a list that will take a lifetime before we’ve explored each other thoroughly. And I…” she paused to gather her courage, “I haven’t learned nearly enough about you, but I want the chance to find all your flaws.”

  He quirked an eyebrow. “You think I have flaws?”

  “You snore.”

  His head jerked back. “You mewl like a cat in heat.”

  “That’s not a flaw,” she said, wrinkling her nose.

  “No, it’s damn cute.”

  That sounds promising. She dropped her gaze to the middle of his chest. “What if I fall in love with you? Will that scare you off?”

  He shook his head. “You just tell me when.”

  “Not if?” she asked, her heart beginning to lighten.

  His hands clamped around her buttocks. “By the time I get to number fifteen on the list, you’ll be mine.”

  *

  WOLF WAS A man who didn’t allow himself many regrets. But the biggest would happen the following morning when he stepped aboard the transport plane with the rest of the team Charter had assembled for their next mission.

  He didn’t have a clue where he was going, but he’d spent the last week being inoculated for just about every possible African and Asian disease. So he knew the team wouldn’t be in this hemisphere.

  His regret would be leaving Piper without telling her he loved her.

  Other than very brief requirements Charter had made, like the inoculations, they’d been together since they’d stepped off the corporate jet shared with Reynard, Jax, and Suri. Both Calvin and Piper had decided to take some “alone time.”

  Tomorrow, Piper would be heading to Dallas to hunt for office space. Piper and Calvin would at last have a home. She said she’d live out of a hotel room until Wolf got back, because she wanted him to suffer through searching for just the right digs.

  He’d told her to look while he was gone. Whatever she chose would be good with him. So long as the place had room for a California king and a Jacuzzi tub.

  “What about a yard?”

  “You ready to mow it?”

  She wrinkled her nose. “I’ll look at something xeriscaped. We won’t even have to water it.”

  He loved how unfussy she was. Game for anything. Now was a great case in point. She stood bent at the waist, her wrists restrained at her ankles with black leather straps and metal clips. He had her completely at his mercy.

  “The blood’s rushing to my head.”

  “It’s rushing to mine, too,” he murmured, glancing down at his cock.

  Piper snickered. “I’m not sure this will work for me. I understand how you’ll get off—seeing me all tied up, and you can move, but—”

  “Trust me?”

  “Of course,” she said, sounding breathless.

  “Comfortable?” he asked as he walked to his go bag and pulled out the package he’d stopped for after his last round of shots. He upended the contents into his palm and smiled at the sight.

  “Comfortable as any woman bent like a pretzel, I guess. What are you doing?”

  He knelt beside her and palmed a breast. Good. The tip was already engorged. He used one of the new rubberized alligator clips and clamped it around her nipple.

  “Ouch!”

  “Give it a second.” After a long pause, he asked, “Can you take more?”

  She angled her head to give him a glare as he turned the screw on the side of the little device.

  “Tell me when.”

  “When! Holy fuck, that stings.”

  “Ready for the other?” He moved around her and knelt again, applied the clip, then tightened the screw. When he was satisfied, he flicked the clip.

  She hissed between her teeth, but otherwise she made no complaint.

  So he walked behind her and gripped one hip to steady her body as he fed his cock into her pretty pink entrance. He took a moment to tug on her furled lips. He’d never tell her, but those delicate little folds were his favorite part of her body. Although maybe she’d already guessed since he spent so much time with them in his mouth.

  When he was fully seated, he moved her slightly forward and back while he pumped into her. He loved looking at her like this, bent over, helpless for the moment, able to look at her firm ass and pink pussy to his heart’s content.

  “Damn, you’re deep,” she whispered.

  “Glad you like it,” he said, ramping up, thrusting faster into her slick channel.

  “Don’t know what I’ll do when you’re gone. Might have to buy some toys and work on my list by myself.”

  He shook his head, focusing on the rush of blood through his veins. She knew he got jealous when she used her own fingers to pleasure herself—even while he watched. He wanted to experience all her pleasure, but he knew asking her to wait was selfish. He didn’t know how long he’d be gone.

  “Wouldn’t be fair though,” she said, moaning as he changed the angle of his thrusts, lifting on his toes to come down straight inside her. “You’ll be surrounded by a bunch of guys. Probably couldn’t jerk off if you wanted to.”

  Oh yes, he could. But he wouldn’t. “If you wait, then so will I.”

  He pumped harder, liking the sounds he produced, juicy slurps and slaps. But the muscles of her ass and thighs were bunching. He worried she might be cramping. With a groan, he pulled free, and knelt to quickly remove the restraints, then he lifted her up, slipped an arm beneath her knees, and carried her to the bed. Once he had her settled on her tummy, he massaged her thighs and buttocks.

  She groaned. “Did you forget something?”

  “Fuck.” He rolled her over and unscrewed the clamps, removing them.

  She drew in a sharp breath and covered her breasts with her hands. “Jesus, that hurts.”

  Wolf grinned and pushed away her hands, then bent and sucked first one, then the other breast, stroking with his tongue, until she was writhing.

  When he saw her eyes were glazed with passion, he knelt between her thighs and pushed inside her, thrusting as deep as he could. “Never felt so good, Piper. Never.”

  Her arms wrapped around him as he bega
n to move. Her fingers stroked his sides, his back, traced his spine. When he quickened his thrusts, he felt her nails dig into his ass to urge him to go faster. But somehow, this didn’t feel intimate enough. He wanted her closer. So he slipped his arms beneath her and pulled her upright. She quickly straddled him, smiling, her face blushing as they began to move again, this time, together.

  Wolf touched her everywhere—her ass, her breasts, her clit. He kissed her jaw, her nose, and her cheeks before settling in to take her mouth in a greedy kiss. He knew the moment she came, because she stiffened and arched, her head flung back as she grew still in the moment.

  He’d remember that look and pull it out when he was alone to savor it. She’d never looked more beautiful. When she fell against him again, he hugged her hard, rubbing his mouth on her shoulders.

  But at last, she cupped the sides of his face and forced it upward. A glimmer of tears shone in her eyes. But she was smiling. “I love you, Wolf.”

  Wolf’s jaw tightened. He’d say it. He had to. But the words still didn’t come easy. “I love you,” he said, his voice gruff.

  Her smile widened, but those tears that caused him so much pain welled and leaked down her cheeks.

  “Why are you crying? I’m coming back.”

  “I’m happy, you dope.” She smiled, eyes bright. “I love you. I was afraid to say it, in case you didn’t feel the same way. I didn’t want to make a huge mistake.”

  He fisted his hand in her hair and forced her closer so that he could kiss her. To shut her up because when he’d heard she was afraid, he’d felt like a monster. But when he broke the kiss, he had to know. “Why would you be afraid—of me?”

  “I was afraid of pushing you too far. I don’t want you retreating. I know you’re a loner, always have been.” She trailed fingers along his jaw. “And I don’t want to make you feel crowded.”

  “But I don’t mind being alone with you.”

  “Because fucking is so awesome?”

  “Shut up, Piper,” he growled. Then he took her down to the bed and pinned her beneath him. His cock was still hard, still deep inside her. “I don’t mind being alone with you, because you’re the one thing, the one person, who makes me feel…human. With you, I’m not the sniper with a couple hundred kills. I don’t want to be looking down a scope, removed from everything. I want to be inside you, as deep as I can be. I want to be part of you, Piper.”

  He began thrusting, staring down as he did, watching her expression change from tearful and soft to joyful and passionate as he stroked her, just the way she liked it. A little rough.

  Piper wasn’t delicate. She could take him. She loved him. With his heart bursting, he gave her everything he could. Silently, he promised her pleasure, and love, and children, if she wanted them. So long as he had her at his side to show him how to love, he’d make it. At last, he could see himself through her eyes, and, with that image held close to her heart, he knew he was ready.

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  Excerpt from HER NEXT BREATH

  AS THE LAST man dropped to the ground inside the compound, Jackson Keller glanced around, confirming what the first man over the wall had whispered on the radio.

  This mission looked like a complete FUBAR—Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition.

  The compound deep in the Sierra Madres echoed like the hold of an empty ship. Scraps of paper whispering on the flagstones, and the whistling wind that pushed them along, made the only sounds inside the ten-foot-tall stucco walls as his team continued to stealthily infiltrate the drug lord’s family home.

  “Don’t get too comfortable,” he whispered into his mike. “Watch for tripwires, booby traps.” Not that he expected them. Diego Guzman wouldn’t like to come back to a shell of a home.

  The moon was blanketed by thick clouds. A security light on a tall pole provided the only illumination. Not a light shone in the windows of the mansion facing the deep valley. From the debris littering the ground and the fact satellite had shown that not two hours ago the cobblestone parking area had been filled with SUVs, Jackson knew the compound had been abandoned in a hurry. Still, his team would have to clear it room-by-room on the off-chance they scored any intel to give them Diego Guzman’s current whereabouts.

  The team spread out, taking up their predetermined positions around the main house. Along with Deke and the team members who’d penetrate the front entrance, Jackson ran up the steps of the veranda and pressed his back against the wall next to the massive, oaken front door and pointed at Deke, telling him silently he’d be the first to breach. He waited as Deke tried the door handle. The latch lowered.

  Deke took cover against the wall opposite Jackson, quickly pushed in the door, and ducked back a moment in case it had been booby-trapped. Nothing. He stepped inside.

  Jackson followed, his weapon raised, his gaze turning to the living room he passed, his night-vision goggles taking in the rich furnishings drugs, kidnappings, and extortion had bought. A plush sectional that would have filled his whole apartment, a large-screen television that covered an entire wall, a well-stocked bar. He continued through the foyer toward the stairs. Everyone had their task—he and Deke would search the upstairs bedrooms, the rest of the team would spread out to cover the ground floor.

  Following Deke, he climbed the staircase with its ornate, wrought-iron balustrade.

  Deke paused at the top of the stairs and headed to the right.

  Jackson took the left. In his ear, he heard his team announce, “Clear… Clear… Clear,” as they searched below stairs. He tried the first door, opening it, leaning away then peering around the corner before stepping inside. Quickly, he checked closets, the bathroom, then under the bed. “Clear.”

  He checked another room then went to the next door. Inside, moonlight filtered through gauzy curtains. Circling the room, he ducked into the bathroom to the right, checked the shower stall, the linen closet, and then quickly reentered the bedroom, heading toward a large, kin
g-size bed with a canopy and more panels of thin lace. He pushed aside the curtain with the nozzle of his weapon and froze. A figure huddled with her back against the headboard, a sheet pulled up to cover her breasts. A manacle attached to a chain encircled one wrist.

  Jackson flipped up his goggles, pulled his flashlight from his utility belt, and shone the light over the woman.

  Wildly curly, matted blonde hair hung loose around her shoulders. Large eyes narrowed against the harsh beam, but even with her features scrunched as she moved as far from him as the chain would allow, he could tell she was beautiful.

  Into his mike, he said, “Second floor, bedroom on the east end; I’m gonna need a translator.”

  The woman frowned. “I speak English.”

  Accentless English. American. And in a voice that was slightly husky. “Cancel that. But we have a live one. Deke, you clear the rest of the bedrooms.”

  “Roger that.”

  Jackson kept the light on the woman. “Mac, check the junction box. Jave, bring in the dog. Make sure this place isn’t wired to blow. Then let’s light up the place. Search it.”

  “What about the prisoner?” Deke said, stepping into the room behind him. “Need help bringing him out?”

  “What about it, ma’am?” Jackson said, keeping his voice even. “Will you give me any trouble?”

  She swallowed, but lifted her chin. “Depends on who you are.”

  “Name’s Jackson Keller, and I’m with Charter Group.”

  Her eyebrows lifted in question.

  “I’m an ex-Navy SEAL, ma’am. So’s most of my team.”

  “And that just means you know more ways to kill someone than the average criminal.”

  Jackson grunted, surprised by her grit. “We’re a spec ops company, contracted by the U.S. government. Strictly legal.”

  “And I’m to take your word on it?”

  Jackson gave her a steady stare. “Seeing as you’re chained to a bed in Diego Guzman’s house, I’d say you don’t have much room to complain.”

  Her chin lifted higher. “I’m not here by my choice.”

  Her words bit like pellets. Her tone was bitter. Jackson’s heart stilled. “Were you kidnapped, ma’am?”