Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game

been placed under the doorknob against the wall with enough force to smash it into several pieces. Jerking open the door, he stalked out of the room, afraid of the cold in his veins, in his mind. He needed to see Tansy. To touch her.
    To make certain she was okay. He just wanted to hold her and keep her safe. Damn her father and his weakness. Telling her everything would destroy her world. Not telling her would leave a huge chasm between them.

    Tucker and Ian came running down the hall toward him, guns drawn. The crash of the chair had been loud enough to alert them to potential trouble. Kadan just shook his head and kept moving toward the other end of the house, where Tansy slept. e H picked up the
    pace without even realizing he was doing so, shoving open the door and standing there, framed in the doorway, drinking in the sight of her as she lay sleeping.

    The room was dark, with only a small bit of light spilling through the curtains at the windows. The air still held a hint of cinnamon, and his stomach tightened as he drew a deep breath. Her hair fanned across the pillow, a cascading fall of white gold silk that tore at his heart. She looked so young when she slept, innocent and sweet, as if all the bad things in life hadn't touched her yet. She sighed softly and turned, reaching—for him? He hoped it was for him. He hoped he represented something good in her life in spite of all that had happened.

    He crossed the room on silent feet and crouched down beside her. "Baby. You need to wake up for me." He bent his head and trailed kisses over her face. His hands slipped beneath the blanket to find the curves of her warm satin skin. "Open your eyes."

    She blinked, the twin crescents of thick lashes batting at him while beneath the covers her body stirred, moving more fully into his hands. "Hey you." Her smile shook him, filled with welcome. With something soft and inviting. "Is it morning already?"

    She sounded so drowsy—so sexy. His body tightened more. He couldn't help cupping the soft weight of her warm, soft breasts in his hands, or sliding his thumbs over her responsive nipples. "We have to go."

    "I need a couple more hours of sleep."

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    the car, honey. I need you to get up now."

    She gave a soft little groan of protest. "It's dark."

    "I know. Come on. Come with me." His fingers tugged the blankets down just a little more, exposing her breast to the cooler air. He licked her nipple, then drew her breast into his mouth and suckled, sliding his arm around her waist to pull her more fully to him. She felt soft and pliant in his arms, offering herself to him, the way she did.

    Kadan closed his eyes, savoring the moment, the knowledge that she so completely gave e
    h rself to him. He kissed his way back up the throat to find her mouth, losing himself there for a few minutes. She gave him everything, with no hesitation, without reservation.
    There was no resisting her, not when she just opened herself up for him and took him in.
    He pressed his forehead to hers, sharing breath.

    "I'm sorry to wake you, Tansy. I know you're tired, but we're running out of time on this thing. Your parents are safe here and we need to get back so we can get the job done."

    "I thought I'd have time to visit with Mom and Dad. I haven't seen them for weeks,"
    Tansy protested. "And after what happened…"

    "I know. But I need you to come with me now."

    She drew back and searched his face, looking for what, he didn't know. What could he say when he wanted to rip out her father's heart? Anything he said might shatter her.

    Tansy studied Kadan'
    face. So t
    s grim
    ough. So rugged. So uncompromising. He looked
    dangerous, but when he touched her, his hands were gentle and his mouth loving her whether he knew it or not. Something was wrong. Not the murders. This wasn't about the murders. She took a deep breath and let it out, wrapping her arms around his neck so he could pull her into a sitting position.

    "You're upset."

    The love in her voice shook him. As if he mattered. As if it mattered that he might be upset. If he was, it was on her behalf, not his own. He lifted her into his arms. "I'm taking you out to the car. We're heading back to the other house."

    "I'm naked. I can't ride naked in the car," she