Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game

of the ivory carvings. Standing behind her, he held her wrist away from the game pieces. As he placed a proprietary hand on her shoulder, his body curved over hers so that his heat enveloped her.

    "Wear gloves."

    "But…" She frowned at him over her shoulder. "I won't pick up the details you need unless I touch the objects with my skin."

    His grip tightened, fingers digging through the thin material of his silk shirt, into her soft shoulder and into the sensitive skin of her wrist. "Gloves." His voice brooked no argument. "See what impressions you get. We'll start there. If we're lucky, it will be enough."

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    " ou know better, Kadan."

    He pushed a pair of gloves into her hands.

    "Do the men on your team ever tell you that you're a tyrant?"

    She pulled the material over her hands and felt some of the tension leave his body. He d
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    already grilled her for an hour on the layout and security of the house, going over every single detail a hundred times, until she considered hitting him over the head with something. He was very thorough when it came to questioning—no, interrogating —
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    "You're so dramatic." He slid his hand down her arm, tugged on the glove, and then splayed his fingers across her belly.

    Heat spread as if he'd branded her. She felt the familiar ache beginning. His pressed even tighter around her, so that she felt him breathing in the same rhythm.
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    "You're distracting me."

    "That's the point. Well…" There was grim amusement in his voice. "The point is, I want to touch you."

    She was very aware of his body pressed tightly against hers. His shaft was full and heavy, rubbing along her bottom with only the thin tail of the shirt separating them. How could he be so ready so fast? A part of her was inescapably pleased. "I'm working here.
    Do you want to get this information or not? You're already handicapping me by insisting on the gloves."

    "I'm protecting you. And I'm going to keep protecting you. I have the feeling that once you get started, you can't stop yourself."

    She frowned and leaned forward to look over the game pieces. Kadan didn't move, and the action only pressed him tighter against her.

    "You're going to have to go stand over there if you want this to work."

    "I'm staying. Just get on with it."

    Tansy sighed and forced herself to concentrate. Kadan had separated the game pieces into two groups. The first were the objects left behind at each crime scene on the East coast. The stallion, frog, snake, and blade. There were two stallions.

    "Was the stallion the first murder?"

    He nodded his head.

    "Then they have a sequence. Like cards or a board game, they have a certain order and each player takes his turn. If you lined them up in the order you found them, the frog would commit the next murder."

    "That's right." His breath fanned her cheek, moved the strands of hair falling around her face. His lips whispered over the nape of her neck.

    "Kadan. Really. I can't do this."

    "Yes, you can. But you're going to know where you are, and who you're with. You're not going to be pulled down that long tunnel into a nightmare. I'll be right here, real and solid, and nothing is going to take you from me."

    She shook her head. "You're so crazy. Fine. I'll try."

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    and teasing her thighs, the feel of his hand slipping under the tail of the shirt and shaping her bottom, his fingers doing their silky slide as he stroked her skin possessively.

    She wanted to stay like this forever, feeling a part of him. Sharing his mind and the pleasure he got in just touching her. He loved just being able to slide his fingers over her, slip a hand inside her shirt and cup the weight of her breast, thumb caressing her nipple.
    The intensity of his enjoyment at simply stroking her skin was amazing to her and she