Her Next Breath (Uncharted SEALs Book 2)

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Authors: Delilah Devlin
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features tightening. The more desperate his strokes became, the louder she moaned. She wound her arms and legs around his body, hugging him close, letting him do the work as she held her hips at just the right angle.
    Suddenly, a wave of pleasure broke over her, and she keened. Jackson kept thrusting, keeping the rhythm, ensuring her orgasm went on and on.
    He gave a muffled shout and speared her once more. Even through the condom, she felt the pulses as he ejaculated.
    They both lay trembling, sweating so much their bodies glided together. He urged her legs to the bed, and then rested on both his elbows as he stared down at her, a muscle on his jaw rippling.
    Was he wondering what he should say?
    “I’m okay,” she whispered. “I never expected anything like that. It was more…everything,” she said, laughing softly at the end because her mind was still a jumble of excited thoughts.
    Jackson bent and took her mouth. His kiss was sweet, just a press of lips. “I must be heavy.”
    “Please don’t move, not yet.” She didn’t mind his weight. And she didn’t want to break the connection—her body locked with his. She smoothed her hands up and down his back, memorizing his hills and valleys.
    “Was it what you expected?” he asked, giving her cheek a scrape of his bristly one.
    Was he looking for praise? He’d certainly earned it. But she felt a little shy about admitting that he’d completely rocked her world. Instead, she said, “I liked it.”
    An eyebrow arched.
    “Did…you like it?” she asked, glancing down because she didn’t want him to see the humor in her eyes.
    A grunt shook against her chest. He pulled free, but instead of leaving the bed, he lay down on his side and opened his arms.
    She snuggled eagerly against him.
    “You were beautiful,” he whispered, kissing her hair.
    A smile stretched across her face, she leaned back her head to meet his narrowed gaze. “Jackson, you blew my mind.”
    His laughter was quick and sharp, and then he hugged her closer.
    “Fucking you should be an Olympic sport,” she said, yawning.
    “Wore you out, did I?”
    She tweaked his nipple. “Okay, you’ve earned the right to crow.” She rested against him, smiling, feeling warm and loving the fact she’d chosen the right guy.
    “Our company’s headquartered in Dallas.”
    He said it so quietly she might have missed it, because she was just on the verge of sleep. She glanced up, studying his face. It was set again. Impossible to read. “That’s not too far from me.”
    His eyes smiled. “Get some sleep.”
    In the early morning hours, a knock sounded on the door. Jackson knew no one would have woken him if it didn’t have something to do with Guzman.
    He rolled out of bed, careful not to disturb Suri, put on his shorts, and padded to the door.
    Deke grimaced. “Sorry. Be in ops in ten.”
    “Something break?”
    “We have the son, Alejandro. Team in Cancun was watching a friend’s house when he showed up. They’ve got him in a van. They’re half an hour out.”
    Jackson closed the door.
    “They have Alejandro?” Suri’s sleepy voice came from behind him. She was wearing the pink nightgown.
    “He’ll be here in a few.”
    “Good.” She sighed. “I was worried about him.”
    Jackson didn’t respond. He doubted Alejandro would be as relieved. The son of Diego Guzman wouldn’t be treated as gently as she was. “You’ll have to stay here or be in the rec room. I suggest you stay in bed and get some rest.”
    “No way. He’s my friend.”
    Jackson gripped her waist and gave her a steady glare. “To the U.S., he’s the son of a narco-terrorist. When we’re through questioning him, we’ll turn him over to the DEA. It’s unlikely they won’t find some charge to hang on him.”
    Suri shrugged off his grip and took a step back. “He’s not a bad person. He was just born into a terrible family.”
    Jackson held still while her gaze grew more accusatory. What did she expect him to do?

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