Ghostwalker 09 - Ruthless Game

when she was with him.
    The intricate steps were easy with his strong direction.
    “Jack and Ken, as wel as Ryland and I, are al natural telepaths. Briony and Mari probably are as wel . Lily is. And you have talent as wel .”
    “Not strong,” she denied. “I can tap into your talent.”
    “Nevertheless, it fol ows that our children are going to be very adept and strong in that area. Don’t be afraid for them, Rose. Everyone in this room wil stand for those children. We’l love them and guide them and provide everything they need to grow strong and healthy. They’l know they’re loved. If anything, the very child Whitney was looking to create might be his downfal . They’re bound to inherit strong loyalty genes, to us and to one another.
    The way our teams work wil only reinforce that. Al of us scored high in the protection area, so my guess is, so wil they. This is going to work, Rose.”
    Rose snuggled closer, nuzzling his throat, her heart contracting. The room was fil ed with so many GhostWalkers, it made her feel as if she wasn’t so different from normal. Her child would grow up with them, with al these men and woman who would understand if he—and the other children born—were strong telepaths.
    “I’m so happy,” she murmured as they danced past Ryland and Lily.
    Lily caught her whispered confession, and she nodded her head, flashing a beaming smile.
    “You look so incredibly beautiful, Rose,” Kane said, pul ing her closer. “I’l never forget the way you looked walking toward me. I never thought that I’d have a woman like you in my life. It’s al there etched in my brain. And now, the way the light pours over your hair, the way al that silk shines, so black it’s nearly blue. The world disappears when I’m holding you.” He brushed a kiss over the top of her head.
    “You make me feel like a princess, Kane,” she admitted. “In my wildest dreams, I could never have imagined this moment.”
    He stopped her in the shadows and found her mouth almost blindly, pouring his love into her. A tremor ran through her body. Love was such an overwhelming emotion. She could barely think straight when she was kissing Kane, so she gave it up, wrapping her arms around his neck and dragging him closer, giving herself to him.
    He’d given her everything she could possibly want for her wedding day. The room was transformed into an amazing glittering world of laughter and camaraderie. There was definitely magic permeating the air, surrounding her. Each time he kissed her or smiled at her, her heart fluttered and her body reacted. Time slowed while they talked to the members of the various GhostWalker teams, as she renewed her acquaintances with the women she’d shared the first few years of her childhood with.
    Tears of happiness and of memories turned to laughter, and al the while, Kane was there. His arm steadied her. His smile made her feel as if her entire world was right. His strength steadied her. She looked up at his face, so familiar now. So loved. Every line. Every expression. Those vivid green eyes. She could look at him forever and never tire of it.
    “Javier said word filtered down that Lopez was canceling the contract on you, that it was a mistake, but we’re stil alert for any news,” Kane informed her.
    “That’s what Jaimie said. No chatter on me, which is a good thing.”
    The good thing was real y standing in front of her. How different her life was now. Why had she ever thought she might be exchanging one prison for another? She reached for him, suddenly aching inside. His arms tightened, and once more, they were circling the dance floor, only this time, the heat of his body encompassed her until she could hear his heart hammering beneath her ear. She felt his hands glide down her back to her hips, pul ing her closer so that his heavy erection ground into her tel ing need.

    closer so that his heavy erection ground into her tel ing need.
    It didn’t take much contact between them to ignite a fire. He bent his head, nuzzling her neck and then teasing with smal licks that turned almost abruptly into desperate nips. Each stinging bite sent an electrical current rushing through her veins. Her womb contracted as she shivered beneath the assault of his tongue and teeth. Hidden in the shadows, she suddenly wished they were alone. She needed her husband desperately.
    The fairy-tale world dropped away. The music. The dancing. The murmur of conversations. Al the good-looking men and