Engaging his Enemy (Shattered SEALs #4) - Amy Gamet Page 0,4

into her core, pressing against a barrier that prevented further passage.

Bracing her shoulders with his arm, he kissed her neck and whispered in her ear, “I love you.” With one hard thrust, he broke through the barrier and filled her completely, her body clenching in obvious pain. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Shhh…” he coddled.

Slowly she relaxed beneath him, though he dared not move. Her arms came around him and she held him tightly. “I love you, too.”

He lifted his head and she kissed him, her hands moving up and into his hair as her hips began to move. The sensation was at once overwhelming, his release already on the horizon as he met her movements with his own. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. “You feel good.”

He needed to pull out before he came inside her, but making love to this woman was more powerful than his will to stop. He needed to stay with her, to be buried as deeply in her body as he could to chase the demons away that waited to choke him the moment he stopped.

He pumped harder, faster, deeper. With one final thrust, the world exploded in a rush of sensation and color, his climax ripping a feral growl from deep in his abdomen as he emptied himself into the woman he loved.

How could he have known she would betray him less than a week later?

A flight attendant stopped beside him, snapping his attention back to the present. “Would you care for a drink, sir?”

He felt an intense craving for something alcoholic and strong. “Water.”

She smiled the bright smile of a woman more interested in getting his number than serving him a beverage, and he turned away, looking out the window. They were nearing the airport, a cloudless sky showing they were closer to the ground than when he’d last checked, and his jaw hardened at the thought of landing in Houston.

It didn’t make any goddamn sense. If Wyatt really was his child, Davina must have known she’d been pregnant when she came to see him at basic training. Why in God’s name hadn’t she said something then, before she’d married his brother?

“Sir,” said the flight attendant, and he took the drink, thanking her. He drank it in one chug, instantly wishing he’d gone for vodka after all.

He swirled the ice in the plastic cup. Maybe Davina hadn’t known who the father was. Maybe she still didn’t know, and she was fucking with him to get him to help Ben. Her husband was being charged with murder. What wife wouldn’t go to great lengths to free the man she loved?

The thought pierced the armor that protected his heart. He flagged down the eager flight attendant with the slightest of waves. “Vodka, please. And make it a double.” He stared back out the window. The plane was about to land smack dab in the middle of hell, and he might as well do it with a drink in his hand.

3

Davina stood in her kitchen slicing fruit, a little black dog whining at her feet. “You don’t even like cantaloupe. You’ll just spit it out somewhere, and I’ll step on it in the middle of the night.” She added the cubes to a big bowl of fruit salad, the second thing she’d made since waking at four a.m.

Zach was on his way here, and there was no sleep for the wicked.

The dog whimpered as she opened the refrigerator, and she shook her head with a sigh, selecting a package of hot dogs instead of the grapes she’d meant to grab. “Just one.” The dog danced, his tail wagging furiously as she cut up the meat and put it in his dish. She ran her hand down his curly fur as he ate. “This is going to be a very bad day, Piggy.”

She stood, her attention catching on the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. The dog took off, barking furiously as adrenaline doused Davina’s bloodstream. She hastily threw the cutting board into the sink and wiped her hands on her jeans, looking around the kitchen to see what he would see.

It hadn’t changed much since he’d lived here—a fresh coat of paint, new countertops. It was the house where Zach was raised, and she suddenly felt every bit the interloper. She headed for the door, hoping the barking dog wouldn’t wake up Wyatt. “Stop it, Piggy. It’s okay.”

She saw the red sports car before she saw