Ghostwalker 09 - Ruthless Game

belong in a world of violence. He’d told her to rest, that they would be safe, but he knew better. If Whitney was truly playing one of his games, it wasn’t going to be so damned easy. He’d be sending someone to see if Rose had taken the bait and was in residence. That meant they were going to have a visitor soon. With a soft sigh, he ran his thumb down her soft cheek and then settled into a chair and began reading.

CHAPTER 5
    “Think cold-blooded snake,” Kane whispered aloud to himself as he stretched out in the saw grass up at the high point of the knol , his ghil ie suit covering his body. He could pick up the heat in an enemy’s body, and there were many other GhostWalkers capable of the same thing. Rose had slept most of the day, waking only to eat soup or drink water. He loved that she was actual y resting. She looked so worn out, and the fact that she could actual y sleep meant she trusted him to look after her. That was the best feeling in the world. Lying in plain sight wasn’t.
    Diego Jimenez had chosen his hideout careful y. Open ground gave him a view of anyone coming at him from any direction. It would take vehicles capable of moving fast through sand to reach him, and he’d see and hear them coming miles before they ever arrived, but he hadn’t counted on GhostWalkers. Kane had the elite teams to worry about.
    Whitney may have gone underground, but he had bil ions of dol ars at his disposal and connections al the way to the White House. Thousands of men in the military had taken the psychic tests, but only a few qualified psychological y. Whitney had nevertheless experimented on some of those not completely qualified for his own personal army. Those men had disappeared from the service and were now working covertly for Whitney. Those were the men Kane expected.
    He took another careful look around. Whitney would send a scout first, someone just to ascertain that Rose was in residence and very pregnant.
    You in position, sweetheart? It went against everything male and protective in him to expose her to their enemy, but there was no way Whitney was going to try to kil her. By giving Whitney what he wanted—the satisfaction of being right—it would buy them some time. Rose needed time to rest and build her strength again.
    I’m good. Sitting out under the stars, patting the baby, and reading on how to breast-feed.
    His entire body clenched. His cock sprang to life right there on the sand, ful and hard and aching with need. Erotic images poured into his head. She had ful breasts, not too big, as her body frame was smal , but they were beautiful. He’d been doing his best not to stare, and now she had to actual y put more fantasies in his head. He didn’t need her to add any to his long, considerable list.
    If you need to practice, just let me know. He tried for humor, but he wasn’t laughing. The vision of lying beside her, turning toward her, and taking her breast into his mouth, pul ing her close against him, was almost more than he could stand.
    Well, it’s not like I’ve ever done it before.
    He groaned. His cock jerked, and blood pounded through his veins. What the hel did that mean? It sounded like she might need help, and if so, he was her man, quite wil ing to do whatever was necessary to get her ready for their child.
    What does the book say? Even using telepathy, his voice sounded hoarse and strangled.
    Well, I should have been reading this instead of the birthing book. I should have been preparing my nipples. Apparently I can get sore if I don’t.
    He took another long, careful look around, just lifting his head enough that his gaze could take in the terrain surrounding the house. A man ought to take care of his woman, he said, meaning it. She might not think of herself as belonging to him, but as far as he was concerned, she did. If she needed her breasts taken care of, he was the only man who would be doing that. How’s that done? Maybe I’d better be the one reading the book.
    Maybe ...
    That was worse, and he swore this time. She’d just drifted off. Was she reading? Speculating? Imagining? He broke out in a sweat. What does the book say about pregnant women and sex? He’d gone so far as to imply he wanted to spend time on her breasts; he may as wel go al the way.
    There was the smal est of hesitations, tel ing him she was a little nervous, but she answered in a steady, intel ectual tone. Actually quite a lot.
    Apparently, if there are no problems with the pregnancy,