Ghostwalker 09 - Ruthless Game

a member of Team Two, and had immediately come to their aid when cal ed. Now, it seemed, he had saved Kane as wel . The man came nearly every day, barking orders and examining Kane, but so far, Rose had steadfastly refused to al ow him near Sebastian. Kane found her stubbornness secretly amusing.
    Rose definitely had an aversion to the doctor, never once leaving him alone with Sebastian or Kane. She was very reserved around Mack and Jaimie and the rest of his family, but that was al right with Kane. Everything about Rose was al right with Kane.
    “Good morning, sleepyhead,” she greeted, leaning down to brush a kiss across his mouth. “How are you feeling this morning?”
    His heart fluttered. His bel y tightened. His cock was already as hard as a rock. He’d grown used to the feeling she generated in his body—the instant flood of urgent desire. He even found he loved that rush. He felt alive. His fingers tightened around her hand, and he brought it to his mouth, nibbling for a moment on her warm, silky skin.
    “More than good. Eric cleared me for training, sweetheart. I didn’t just leap into it. I’m a little sore, but it’s a good kind of sore.”
    She gave him her little frown. “Wel , I think you bul ied him into letting you get back too early. You almost died, Kane.”
    “But I didn’t. I’m tough. Where’s Sebastian?”
    “I just put him down for his nap. He’s gaining weight final y. The doctor said he’s in good condition, considering he was born early.” She smirked.
    “Although he had to guess that from a distance. I don’t want him holding Sebastian. I’ve caught him twice with a needle and tube, trying to take his blood.”
    Kane smiled, al male satisfaction. “Of course he’s healthy; he’s my son. Isn’t it rather usual for a doctor to take a patient’s blood?”
    Rose rol ed her eyes as she pul ed her hand away. “I wanted to thank you, Kane.”
    “For the perfect son?” He sat up, careful not to wince. It wouldn’t do for her to think she might be right about the training. She did like to fuss over him, not that he minded, but his family was giving him a hard time behind her back.
    “Wel , of course for him,” she agreed seriously. “But, for the first time in my life that I can remember, I don’t wake up afraid. For the last few months I’ve been looking over my shoulder, knowing Whitney was a step behind me.”
    “As long as he’s alive, honey, he’s going to be breathing down our necks. We can never forget that Sebastian is at risk.”
    She nodded solemnly. “Unless we’re alone, secure in our home, I don’t leave him alone, even with others.”
    He paused in the act of swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “Rose. You can trust my boys and Jaimie. They’re family. They’d protect you and Sebastian with their lives.”
    Rose turned away from him, a graceful, flowing movement that always captured his attention. He reached out and caught her wrist, tugging so that she fel against him. In one motion, he spun her under him, his hands stretching her arms out above her head, pinning her to the mattress.
    “I saw that look on your face, Rose,” he murmured and bent his head to trail kisses from her chin to the corner of her mouth. “Al closed off, refusing to accept my family into your world.” He brushed more kisses back and forth across her lips. “So resistant to the idea of good people helping with our baby.”
    Beneath him she stiffened, rejecting the idea. Tension ran through her, and for a moment she pushed up with her arms. He easily kept her wrists pinned to the mattress, brushing more kisses over her eyelids and down her cheek, back to the corner of her mouth. When she relaxed under him, he lifted his head and looked at her.
    “Whatever am I going to do with you?” he whispered as his teeth nipped her stubborn little chin. “You’re giving me trouble already, Rose.”
    “I’m not as trusting as you are,” she explained.
    “No?” He could feel her body, warm silk, melting beneath his, drawing his attention to the shape and feel of her.
    Kane transferred her left wrist to his other hand so he had both pinned in one hand, leaving him free to explore the way he wanted. “I dream of you, Rose.” He slipped the buttons open on her blouse. “Every damn night.” He pushed the two edges of her blouse apart to expose her soft skin.
    Her stomach muscles bunched. His gaze leapt to the exposed bare skin, and he bent his head to press