Ghostwalker 02 - Mind Game

without you.”

    “What if we can’t ever have a family?” She pushed her hips against his plunging fingers, wanting him inside of her. Desperate for his invasion.

    “We’ll be our own family.” His heart was pounding, his body nearly exploding.

    She squirmed against his hand. “Once you’re inside me, I’ll give you my answer.”

    He didn’t wait. There was no waiting, if he didn’t take her right then, he might lose all control. He caught her hips and dragged her to him, her legs around him, so that he could plunge into her tight, wet channel. He drove in deep and hard, his hands clamped on her ankles, forcing her legs to wrap around his waist. There was little give in the mat and he could lever himself above her, thrusting with long, deep strokes. He was instantly lost in the inferno of her body. Sanity always went out the window when he was thrusting into her, when she was lifting her hips to meet the impact of his, when she opened herself more, determined to take all of him.

    He loved her like this, her face turned up to his, her breasts swaying with the jolting impact of their union. She was so beautiful. So real. Her muscles clenched around him, squeezing and gripping until he thought he’d go out of his mind. He heard his mind screaming at her, chanting over and over. Say yes, say you want me the same way . He couldn’t speak, couldn’t get a word out when she was milking his body of every drop of pleasure from his toes to the top of his head.

    Dahlia’s body moved in perfect rhythm with his. He surrounded her, battered at her, loved her. She craved him in the same way he craved her. Not just his body, as beautiful as it was, but the two sides of his nature, wild and rough and gentle and tender. He was rough now, his hands hard, fingers biting into her as the energy swelled with the ferocity of their lovemaking. She matched him, her nails biting deep, her cries for more, always more. She drove him with the same wild hunger as he drove her.

    She felt her climax building and building, pushing past pleasure until it was close to pain. Then she was gripping him hard, taking him with her over the edge so they tumbled together. She screamed her answer, the breath exploding out of her as her body rocked with her orgasm. Sparks showered down over the pool, a spectacular display of fireworks. The embers fell hissing into the water. They lay together in silence listening to the crackle of the dancing flames and just smiled at one another.

    When he could breathe again, when his heart stopped pounding, Nicolas leaned down to press a kiss into her navel. “You said yes.” He whispered the words against her belly, not looking at her. Just waiting.

    Her fingers clutched his hair. “Surely you aren’t going to hold me to it when you were clearly using unethical means of persuasion.” There was teasing laughter in her voice.
    Contentment. Purring.

    Nicolas kissed his way up to her breast. “Of course I am. I’m that kind of man.”

    “Well then, I guess you’re stuck with me.”

    Nicolas kept his head down. He didn’t dare look at her when his heart was overwhelmed with joy. Emotions with Dahlia were always amplified. Always intense. “I guess I am.”
    His voice was husky, but it worked. “I love you, Dahlia. You won’t be sorry.”

    Her laughter vibrated around him. “I’m not worried about me.”

    He kissed her because he had to. They shared the last of the lemonade and lay side by side, relaxing in the sun. He kept his hand on her. “I thought we could visit Lily next week. She’s been so anxious, and I hate to keep putting her off.” He made it casual, but he felt her stiffen beneath his palm.

    “I don’t know.” That was all she said, but he heard the fear in her voice.

    “Ryland said if we don’t go there soon, Lily and Ryland will be coming here. It means so much to her, Dahlia, and she can start you on all the exercises she has us doing daily to strengthen our barriers.”

    “You can teach me the exercises,” she pointed out.

    “True, but she can come up with ones specifically designed to keep energy at bay.” He had no idea if Lily could really do that, but he thought there was a good chance that she could.

    “All right. I’ll go. But if I burn down her house and disgrace you in front of your friend Ryland and all the Ghost Walkers, you still have to marry me.”

    She had her face turned away from him, but he knew, in spite of her teasing tone, she was