Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game

from not feeling a damned thing to— this . Need. Hunger. His hands shaking with the desire to touch her. His mouth hungry for the taste of cinnamon and sex. He skimmed the pads of his fingers down Tansy's bare midriff, careful to e k ep the bristles
    velvet-soft, moving in the direction that prevented sticking. She liked the sensation, arching toward him
    was very responsive sexually, her body ripe
    even in her sleep. She
    for his with a few touches. She seemed just as starved for skin-to-skin contact as he was.
    When one had had a lifetime of emptiness, perhaps overindulgence and feasting were the only cure.

    He glanced at his watch. They had a little time left, not much. He wanted to bring her back to the surface, replacing pain with some
    e
    thing altogether different. He caught th
    sheet in his fist and pulled it inch by inch down her body to reveal the long expanse of skin. When the sheet pooled at her feet, he rolled her onto her back so he could drink in the sight of her. He'd never get tired of looking at her, never tire of touching her, or making her scream with pleasure.

    His hands were big, calloused and rough, dark against her skin from so many years spent outdoors in the weather. The contrast between his hard body and her soft one gave him a monster of a hard-on, but now wasn't the time. He was going to indulge himself, but this time, it was all for her—okay, maybe not all.
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    He bent his head to her and licked at her soft belly the way a cat licked at cream. She tasted faintly of peaches. He inhaled her scent again just because it gave him so much pleasure, a unique mixture of cinnamon and other spices that went straight to his groin.
    He flicked his tongue over her, tracing her ribs and then teasing the undersides of her breasts.

    Tansy moaned softly. He felt her fingers move in his hair.

    "What are you doing?" Her voice was a mixture of sexy and drowsy, playing along his nerve endings, so that every muscle tightened and electricity arced over his skin.

    He teased his way up the outsid
    e slope of her breast, swirled around her nipple, and then i
    b t down gently. A broken cry escaped her throat. She tugged at his hair.

    "I'm not awake yet." If it was meant as a protest, it failed miserably; excitement edged her voice.

    "You don't have to be." He drew her breast into his mouth, suckling strongly. She was evidently very sensitive, because she arched into him, nearly coming off the bed.

    Tansy closed her eyes, allowing the sensations to roll over and into her. His voice was pure velvet, brushing at the insides of her thighs until she was shaking with arousal. His knee roughly pushed apart her legs, allowing him better access as he kissed his way back down her belly, making her stomach muscles bunch with need.

    He was fully clothed, the denim rubbing roughly against her skin, and there was something very decadent and forbidden at being totally naked, held open beneath a fully clothed man. His hands went to her thighs, pushing them even wider as he dipped his head low. His hair brushed against her inner thighs, making her jump and shiver. The s a
    h dow along his jaw scraped, sending flames dancing over her skin.

    He bit at her inner thighs, his tongue bathing the tiny stings. Her hips bucked and she tried to pull his head away, squirming, moaning, rather shocked at her body's uninhibited reaction to him. His breath hissed out at being denied, and he caught both wrists in one hand and pinned them against her belly, raising his head an inch to look at her with dangerous eyes.

    "Lie still."

    "I can't." Her head tossed on the pillow. "It's too much." His weight pinned her down while his shoulders kept her legs spread apart, her silken sheath open to him.

    He didn't bother to contradict her, but simply lowered his head again, taking long, slow licks, lapping at the spicy cream her body rewarded him with. Her hips continued to jerk and buck, as she writhed beneath his relentless tongue.
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    He took her over the edge in minutes, enjoying every moment of her soft body melting beneath him. He loved the look on her face, the shocked delight as waves of pleasure rolled through her. Kadan laid his head on her tummy, his arm slung around her