SEALED with a Kiss (Midnight Delta #4) (8 page)

“Kill her.”  The man commanded to the three other men in the room.

“Sir, the bullet could hit you.”

“You’re two feet away.  You can’t shoot straight?  Kill the bitch!”

The woman flinched, and the knife bit into the man’s tender flesh.  He yowled.

“Kill her now, she’s cutting me.” 

“You keep talking and threatening me and you’ll never father a child.  Tell them to back off.”

Jack admired her bravery, but what did she think she was going to accomplish?  How in the hell did she think she was going to get out of this mess?

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Excerpt Two

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B
eth caught fire in his arms.  Jack hadn’t expected she would burn so bright and so fast.  He looked up at her face, and saw her biting her lip her face suffused with passion.  He was scared, but it had never stopped him before, and it wasn’t going to stop him now.  This was the most important mission of his life. 

Her brow furrowed as she began to rock back and forth in his lap.  It was clear to him what she needed.  He continued to taste the sublime texture of her nipple, licking, savoring, and then he took the brown rose nub into his mouth.  She arched into him with a sigh.  He continued to hold her breast to his lips, while his other hand began a languid journey down her torso.

He knew Beth was unaware of her rocking, the way her legs had shifted and were now slightly spread apart.  Her soft buttocks tortured his erection, and her legs attempted to clamp around his knee.  He stroked further downwards, easing over the waistband of her Capri pants.  She jerked.

Her hands were suddenly there, and he couldn’t help a second of disappointment he immediately tamped down.  But her hands slid underneath his, and she was unbuttoning her trousers and lowering the zipper.

He considered, and knew he needed to take this opportunity to show her she could.  She made a frustrated sound as the zipper caught. 

“Shhhh, I’ve got it.  They train us in complicated machinery.”  She gave a little giggle.  Just what he wanted.  Her hands stayed on her zipper, as if not sure where to go.

“I love it when you touch my hair,” he coaxed.

“You do?”  He looked at her and smiled. “Don’t you like it when I touch yours?”

“Yes.”  She reached up put and her arms around his neck, her hands playing in his hair.

He kissed her, once again luxuriating in the taste of Beth Hidalgo.

She relaxed, and he unzipped her pants, easing his hand inside the front of her silky panties.  Her curls were damp.  He dipped down further, nudging her tender folds apart, finding her drenched.  He brought some of that moisture upwards, and began to gently circle her engorged bud. 

She broke off the kiss, and buried her head in the crook of his neck, panting.  He continued his ministrations.  She pushed against him, hard.  Understanding her wordless command he increased his speed and pressure.

She sobbed into his neck. “I can’t.”

“You can.  You were meant to fly in my arms.”

“I can’t, it won’t work.”

Jack heard the frustration in her voice, how she was working herself into a self-fulfilling prophecy.  With his free hand he tilted her head up, and gave her a reassuring smile.  He kissed her, plunging his tongue into her mouth.  She sucked him inside.  At the same moment he slid one finger inside her sheath.  Her head arched backwards, the tendons in her neck rigid, and she let loose a silent scream.

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e’d done it.  She’d done it.  She was shaking.  Beth collapsed into the arms of the man she loved, shuddering in ecstasy.  She felt his erection and wasn’t scared, she saw nothing but patience, satisfaction, and love in his eyes.

“Beth.”

“What?”

“Just Beth.  Always and forever, it will be just Beth.”