Ghostwalker 09 - Ruthless Game

through her sheath sent shock waves through his cock. He deepened the kiss, unable to ever just kiss her once. Not when she was so responsive and he loved the taste of her more than anything else he’d ever had.
    When he final y al owed her to catch her breath, she clung to him, sweeping back his hair, looking into his eyes. “You’re not supposed to exert yourself, Kane, and you just ran, dove into the ocean, fought with divers, and made love to me. Your doctor ...”
    He took her mouth again, cutting off her words, taking his time with a slow, lazy kiss. When he lifted his head, she was flushed and her eyes sparkled.
    He grinned at her. “My doctor is a fucking traitor, sweetheart, and I damn wel am not fol owing his orders.”
    She narrowed her gaze, those chocolate eyes darkening ominously. Her fantasy lips pressed together in a straight, disapproving line. Her tough look.
    The one she used when she blew shit up or shoved a gun in his bel y. Okay, he was a sick, sick man, because instead of being intimidated like any sane man who knew her would be, he just found her so damned sexy. His cock, stil deep inside her, thickened and hardened, his one and only weapon—and a very promising one at that.
    “Don’t you dare start,” she cautioned.
    Rose put her feet firmly on the floor and pushed up, her sheath gripping him hard, causing nearly unbearable friction on his hypersensitive shaft. His breath caught in his lungs. His cock jerked. She was supposed to sound tough, he knew that, but to him, she was a breathy little sex kitten giving him the come-on.
    Even as she turned away purposeful y, intending to stalk her way to the shower, he fol owed her silently. She got five steps until she was beside an overstuffed chair. He caught her around the waist, pushed her over the arm of the chair, holding her down with one hand on the nape of her neck. With one bare foot, he kicked her legs apart, slipping his hand between her legs to find her damp entrance.
    “The first time was for you, Rose,” he said, or tried to say it. His voice had gone hoarse, almost strangled. This was for him. Her body was his. He wanted to fil her up with him. Brand her with him. Leave his scent al over her. Love her until she couldn’t walk or think. Until she knew she would never leave him, never want to leave him alone again.
    He slammed home, a hard surge that took him deep, pushing through her sweet, silken folds, until he was completely buried in her, surrounded by al that living, breathing fire. Flames sizzled through his bloodstream, rushing hot to center in his groin. Her soft, breathy moan drove his temperature up another notch, and he lost himself in her. For a few minutes there was only the sound of their bodies coming together, the gasping for air and her sweet, sweet haven, a cauldron of fire burning bright and beautiful surrounding him as her tight muscles clasped him.
    He’d had sex, but it had never been like this. He let the sheer pleasure take his mind and he let go, no longer as gentle, pul ing her hips back into him as he surged forward, feeling her response, the way she pushed back with him. The fire was already threatening to engulf him, but he held it off as he thrust into her over and over. She seemed to flow like hot silk around him, created for him, the taste, smel , and feel of her wiping out anyone who had ever come before.
    Her face was turned partial y away from him, flushed with heat, with arousal, her dark hair spil ing around her in that disheveled, sexy way he loved. He savored her soft moans and breathy little pleas as he pounded into her scorching embrace.
    “I dream about us, Rose,” he whispered, unable to stop himself from tel ing her the truth. He retreated from that perfect heat and slammed deep and hard again, feeling her body shudder in reaction. “I want you like this, so hot, al liquid heat for me—only me—knowing you belong only to me. Knowing you never want me to leave your body.”
    She moaned, that pleading gasp mixed with the sheer music of her need that he craved. She was close—he knew her now, knew al the signs of her body—and he increased his speed, using more force. Power and heat coiled in his body, a bright, hot energy that gathered like pooling lava. Her body locked down on his like a vise as she came, crying out, a sexy sound that was purely erotic. She vibrated, sending ripples of pleasure banding around his cock. He thrust deep again and again, while she pulsed hotly