Ghostwalker 09 - Ruthless Game

women who had come from great distances to celebrate with them. Everything disappeared until she was alone with Kane—her Kane. Solid. Real. A man—a soldier—the one person in the world she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. The man who set her blood on fire and could bring her more pleasure than anything she could have imagined.
    “Do you think we could slip away? I could change my clothes,” she suggested.
    His eyes blazed down at her, going dark. Going hungry. So Kane. For an answer, he practical y dragged her over to Jaimie. “Rose is going to change,”
    he informed her. “Can you keep an eye on Sebastian until we get back?”
    Mack snorted. “Change? You haven’t even cut the cake.”
    “We cut the cake when you and Jaimie had a sudden need to visit the stairwel ,” Kane retorted.
    Rose and Jaimie burst out laughing. Mack shrugged. “Wel then, go change.”
    Kane didn’t waste time, his gaze hot as he caught Rose’s wrist and nearly ran with her in a most undignified manner for the princess and prince, exiting their own wedding.
    They barely made it inside the doorway of their home before Kane’s mouth took hers, his body pressing hers against the wal . He devoured her, a starving man bent on survival, his tongue stroking, demanding, caressing until she was breathless and so needy the dress she was wearing hurt her skin.
    “Get it off,” she pleaded. “Take it off me.”
    Kane’s hands were sure on the smal pearl buttons in spite of his labored breathing. He would have been a lot faster, but Rose couldn’t help that she kept reaching behind her to stroke over the heavy bulge in his very elegant tuxedo trousers. She was nearly sobbing with need when he dropped the dress to the floor and she stepped out of it. She wore only a lace bra with low-cut cups, so that her nipples were readily available. A lace thong and garters and high heels had him groaning, fal ing to his knees, and stripping her panties away.
    She cried out, her hands going to his shoulders to steady herself as he pul ed her thighs apart and plunged his tongue deep. Her entire body shuddered, went up in flames, and she nearly orgasmed right there. He ate her like candy, his desperate, greedy sounds only arousing her more. She was nearly sobbing, nails digging into him, trying to get through the immaculate shirt to his skin below.
    The sounds he was making, hot, needy, groaning with pleasure as he savored her feminine cream, al that spicy honey spil ing into his mouth, had her knees going weak. She had to clutch him tightly as his tongue and teeth teased her clit and his fingers thrust inside her, stretching, invading, demanding .
    She couldn’t stop thrusting against his mouth, holding his head to her spread thighs, the white lace silk sliding over his face as he licked and stroked until her stomach muscles bunched and her nipples hardened into impossible peaks.
    “Kane, please.” She felt desperate, so hungry for his body she would have done anything.
    He bit down gently on her most sensitive bud, thrusting deep with his fingers, his tongue circling, and she felt herself flying apart, rocketing. She screamed, and she couldn’t remember ever doing such a thing, but she couldn’t stop the sound. His arms slipped up her hips, around her waist, holding her to keep her from fal ing, lowering her to the unyielding floor.
    He rose above her, stripping fast, nearly ripping the buttons off his shirt, not nearly as gentle with himself as he’d been with her, answering her long-ago worry that a husband might not find his wife who had recently given birth wildly attractive.
    Kane managed to rip off his clothes in record time, feeling almost desperate to be inside her. He felt like he’d waited a lifetime for this moment—much like he did every single time he took her, which was as often as he could. He dragged her very sexy, silk-clad legs around him, lifting them over his arms so that he could use leverage, and drove deep into her pulsing center.
    The feeling was exquisite. Hot, living silk grasping him, clasping tightly, stroking and caressing him. Each time he entered her, he was shocked at the need building so fast in him. He wanted hours inside that tight haven. Dark lust crossed his face, made his fingers flex once right before he began plunging into her over and over, hard and fast, a desperate man. Her breathy cries incited him, her dazed, sexy look, the spil of her breasts over the demi-cups excited him al the