Ghostwalker 09 - Ruthless Game

scrounging on the streets to survive. Right now, he looked a little gray.
    “Kane. Sit.”
    He gave her a crooked smile that nearly took her heart right from her body. “You’re so cute when you give me orders.”
    She frowned at him. “No one’s ever cal ed me cute before.” She tugged at his hand. “I’m feeling better. A shower wil put me right, but you’re exhausted.”
    Of course he was. He hadn’t been able to stand up properly only a week earlier. He couldn’t do a ful workout, yet he’d run through the streets, dove into the ocean, and fought the enemy underwater in cold water while the waves pounded him—to save her.
    Rose put one hand on his chest and pushed hard. Kane felt the steady pressure and was surprised, as always, that such a smal frame could be so strong. Stil , she wouldn’t have rocked him, even though he was exhausted, but she looked so beautiful and so determined he couldn’t stop himself from giving in to her. That look of sheer grit replaced the guilt in her eyes, and he’d take that any day over her feeling guilty over something she had no control over.
    “Stay right there and rest. When I get out of the shower I’l make tea.”
    His heart tripped, and without thinking his hand snaked out to snag her wrist as she turned away from him. He tugged. The blanket slipped before she could stop it, and she nearly lost her balance. He caught her around the waist with both hands and lifted her onto his lap, facing him, so that she settled over his hips, straddling him. He could feel her heat burning through the material of his jeans, pressed tight right over his eager cock.
    She wiggled, and his entire body seemed to burst into flames. He ran his hands possessively down her back. No matter how many times he held her, she seemed so fragile to him, such a miracle. Her skin, even now, smel ing of the sea, was soft over al those exquisitely firm muscles.
    “Let me take a shower, Kane,” she whispered, nuzzling into his neck, her arms creeping around his neck, her body settling into his.
    The blood pounded through his veins, thundered through his heart, and roared in his ears, al in reaction to the realization that there was no resistance in Rose. The moment he touched her, her body fit into his, made for him. She gave herself to him whol y, surrendering everything to him. His heart contracted. He’d never thought to have a woman for his own and certainly not a woman like Rose who wanted him with the same encompassing fever that he had for her.
    “I’m salty and fishy.”
    He laughed. This could have been the worst day of his life, but here he was, his son sleeping peaceful y in the other room, his woman naked and compliant in his arms. He bit that sweet spot between her neck and shoulder and felt her shudder in need.
    “I don’t give a damn how you smel , baby,” he assured her. “I just need to get these jeans open. Shift just a little.” He dropped his hands to the buttons, lifting his hips just enough to slip the offensive material down his hips.
    The relief was tremendous. The moment he sprang free, his eager cock encountered her scorching, damp heat. “You’re heaven for me, Rose. My sanctuary.”
    Hands on her waist, he lifted her, positioning her body over him, until just the broad, flared head was pushing inside the heat of her body. The fact that she was already damp, already just as eager for him, was amazing to him. Very slowly he lowered her body over his. Heat gripped him, surrounding him, al that pulsing energy. He drove through the soft, hot folds, sweet fire engulfing him. She threw back her head, arching her back, her throat working convulsively as her breasts pushed against his chest. Her nipples felt like two pinpoints of flames, sending a streak of fire straight to his groin.
    He loved the look on her face as she slowly impaled herself on his cock. There were so many ways he was eager to explore taking her, but he wanted this—that sexy, needy look that no woman could ever fake, her eyes half closed, her lips parted, the rush of air and the flush of color. He especial y loved the way her chocolate eyes melted into a glittering glaze.
    His cock embedded deep, al the way to the hilt. He inhaled, feeling the air rush from her lungs into his as he inhaled. He couldn’t close his eyes to savor the sensations pouring over him, not and watch her face too, and he craved the sight of her, so sexy, so feminine, enjoying his body with the same desperate hunger he