Ghostwalker 09 - Ruthless Game

kisses from underneath her breasts down to her bel y button. His tongue tasted that smooth expanse of skin. “When I was unconscious I dreamt of you, just like this, lying under me, my hands on your body. I woke up a thousand times, my body so damned hard I could barely move with wanting you.”
    “You should have told me,” she whispered, her voice unsteady. “I would have ... helped.”

    His entire body jerked, not just his cock. Her tone, that whispery brush of velvet, slipped inside of him and wreaked havoc with every nerve ending. His heart went wild, and blood rushed hot through his veins. She could turn his world erotic just with the sound of her voice. He nibbled his way around her soft tummy and then took a smal bite.
    “What did Eric say about making love?”
    Her hands came up to find his hair, smoothing her fingers through the strands. “I’ve stopped bleeding and I feel healed. It’s been several weeks, Kane.”
    “What did Eric say?” he repeated.
    She scowled at him. “As if I’d ask his permission for something like that.” She blushed when he kept looking at her.
    “I don’t want to take chances.”
    “It’s my body. I know it better than he does,” she said stubbornly and pushed the shirt completely off her arms. “In any case, you’re more apt to have a problem than I am.”
    He took that as a chal enge, kissing his way back up to her breasts where he undid her nursing bra. He licked at her nipples until he had her squirming.
    “You’re going to get my milk flowing,” she cautioned.
    “That’s al right,” he murmured, losing himself in the sweet exploration of her body. “What’s wrong with that?”
    “It wil be messy. I’m going to drip al over us.”
    “Sex is messy, honey. It’s supposed to be hot and sweaty and feel so damn good you just don’t care.” He kissed his way back down her tummy. Her skin was so hot and soft. The memories of her haunted him day and night. He remembered the way she felt, the way her body fit so perfectly to his.
    He took his time, his hands and mouth mapping her body leisurely and imprinting it in his mind al over again. He wanted to know every place that sent her squirming, her hips bucking, her mouth gasping. He loved her breathless moans and the way she was so responsive to his touch.
    “It’s been too long, Rose,” he whispered against her soft bel y. He could tel that her body, so long fit and strong, was already firming up. He kissed al the way down to the vee at the junction of her legs.
    “Kane.”
    The little gasp was a plea or a protest. He doubted if she knew which. He swirled his tongue, drawing patterns along her sensitive tummy while his hands eased her thighs apart, al owing him to settle more firmly between her legs. Her thighs were firm and so slender it made his heart pound. He was a big man, and she was very smal , built like many of the Asian women he’d seen. She seemed fragile, and with his enormous strength and big hands, he was a little afraid he might hurt her.
    His body remembered how tight she’d been surrounding him, strangling him, clamping down on him like a hot, velvet vise. He knew his cock leaked in anticipation, desperate to find that paradise again, but he was determined to do the right thing by her. He wanted to make absolute certain that he wouldn’t harm her or hurt her if they made love.
    He lowered his head, closing his eyes as her feminine scent enveloped him. There was rapture in the fragrance that was uniquely Rose. He caught her smal bottom with one hand and lifted her hips as he bent to her. He felt the satisfying shiver going through her body even before he blew warm air across her mound.
    He doubted if she would believe that he was already far in love with her, a complete goner—that he had been before he’d al owed Whitney to pair them, but he could show her. With his body raging at him and his mind fil ed with an al -consuming love for her, he tasted her. Her body shuddered and bucked with just that smal attention—and he was damn good at details. He took his time, lavishing attention on her with his mouth and tongue. His fingers stroked deep into her and withdrew.
    He couldn’t help but watch the helpless pleasure glazing her eyes. He loved that look. He loved that he could make her as mindless as she could him.
    He had never thought that seeing to a woman’s pleasure could give him back so much. He felt every shudder, heard every moan and whimper as music.
    Her hips