Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game

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    brushing stroke he used that sent the most amazing electrical sensation sizzling through her body. "How do you do that?"

    "That's classified."

    Tansy looked up at his face, so still and chiseled and masculine. So serious. She burst out laughing. "Your lovemaking ought to be classified too. You've worn me out."

    "Have I?" His hands shaped her breasts, cupping the soft weight of them. "We're not finished by a long shot, Tansy." he whispered softly as he lowered his head to flick her nipple with his tongue. One hand slid along her thigh to rest on her mound. "You don't feel like you're worn out." One finger slipped into her wet channel and her muscles instantly reacted, clamping down hard. He leaned into her, blowing warm air across her breast. "No, baby, you want more. You feel very much like you want to start all over again."

    He turned her body onto her side, spilling her breast into his mouth. They lay on top f o
    the sleeping bag under the stars, his arm around her waist and one hand nestled between her legs.

    Tansy cradled his head to her, her ringers stroking through his hair. Each time his tongue or teeth grazed or flicked her nipple, a flood of liquid heat bathed his fingers. She did want to start all over again. She had one night with him. She wanted to learn everythin , g
    do everything, make this night last forever. She closed her eyes and savored the feel of his mouth at her breast.

CHAPTER FIVE

    Tansy woke to the smell of coffee. She kept her eyes closed tight, not wanting to face what she'd done throughout the night. The man may have been exhausted, but Kadan had given her everything she could ever have wished for and more. Sharing mind and body was an experience she'd never thought she'd ever have, and one far beyond anything her imagination could have conjured up. But now she had to face the light of day and what she'd done. Just about everything one could do—and with a stranger.

    How could she ever look Kadan Montague in the eye? Would he expect her to just follow him down the trail into hell, now that she'd allowed seduction? Because she'd been a willing participant—she couldn't deny that, even to herself—especially to herself.

    She risked a glance at him and her heart nearly stopped. He was calmly breaking ca p m .
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    Most of her things were packed, and even as she watched, he'd already opened her locked camera case and extracted her precious cameras and footage as if he owned them. The pounding in her heart roared in her ears. What had she done?

    We can do this the hard way . He had warned her. She could never say he hadn't warned her. She'd allowed him to talk her into coming back to camp on her own. He'd used her own nature against her. Hell, he'd studied hen he'd admitted that. He knew exactly which buttons to push, and he'd pushed them by revealing the childhood story he'd never shared with anyone else. How stupid could she get? It probably wasn't true. She wanted to weep for her own stupidity, but there was another side that was furious at the deception.

    Give the girl a night to remember. He'd been in her head. He knew how alone she'd felt, how different. She'd practically climbed all over him. Tansy suppressed a groan. She couldn't, for one moment, blame him. He'd warned her from the beginning he meant to take her back. He was ruthless, willing to use whatever means were available to him—
    and she'd opened the door for him to use sex. Damn him. Damn her. Now she had to figure a way out, because she wasn't going anywhere with him.

    Kadan kept his head down as he methodically packed Tansy's things. It was possible s e h
    didn't realize that the more they used telepathic communication, the easier it became to slip in and out of each other's mind. He had been reluctant to separate himself from her.
    He couldn't remember lying with a woman in his arms and feeling utterly content—at peace. Whole. And now she was lying there, regretting their night together, the nig t th h
    at
    meant the world to him. What did he expect? Her to come to him open, with a huge, happy smile?

    Her thoughts were raw and self-accusing. He knew exactly which buttons to push, and he'd pushed them by revealing the childhood story he'd never shared with anyone else.
    She wanted to weep for her own stupidity, but there