Ghostwalker 09 - Ruthless Game

bucked in his hand, her body writhed. Hot nectar flowed, and he devoured her intimately, driving her up time after time until she pleaded and demanded and al but pul ed his hair out.
    He didn’t want to stop. She made him hungry for more with her desperate moans and pleas. He hadn’t known how powerful and satisfied a man could feel when his woman tossed mindlessly beneath him, gasping and begging for release. He sent her tumbling over the edge when he heard the panic creeping in. Even as her orgasm tore through her body, he couldn’t help stroking her gently with his tongue just to share the experience with her.
    His body was on fire, and he swore a jackhammer was in the process of dril ing through the middle of his skul . His blood thundered in his ears and hammered through his cock. The sensation in his groin had gone from a dul ache to a savage pounding, but strangely, he found himself very satisfied.
    Rose lay under Kane, his larger body sprawled over hers. Her body trembled and shuddered, the sensations almost more than she could take. Kane could do that to her, make her think of her body as belonging to him. He seemed to know exactly the places to stroke, or bite, or lave with his tongue for maximum results. She stroked his thick hair and looked into his eyes. She could see adoration there—more even—love. It humbled her, shocked her. She could barely make herself believe that a man like Kane could feel that way about her.
    She knew nothing of life outside the military compound where she’d been raised, and she’d never known love. She was afraid to recognize it in Kane’s eyes, but it was hard to miss the emotion when he touched her so tenderly. It was difficult to miss it in the way he looked at her. And it was impossible to miss the fact that there was more than lust in the way he made love to her. This moment had been al hers.
    Tears burned behind her eyes. She’d sworn she would always tel him the truth, let him see how she felt about him, no matter the cost to her pride, but her emotions were so strong, so overwhelming that she closed her eyes, unwil ing to strip herself naked. She was already so vulnerable to him.
    He held her as the ripples continued through her body, asking nothing for himself, even though she could feel the need raging through his body. His erection was thick and hard and pulsing against her thigh. He made no move to sate himself, and she knew he wouldn’t. He would put her first. Always put her first. She might not know about relationships, but she was coming to know the man she’d chosen to be the father of her child. He was more than the integrity she’d first seen. More even than the honor. He was a man among men. The man who, for her, stood head and shoulders above the rest. She was fast coming to worship him.
    Kane looked down at her averted face and saw a tear trembling on her long lashes. His heart skidded in his chest. Had he hurt her even without penetration? Leaning on his elbows he framed her face, holding her stil . “What is it, sweetheart? Tel me.”
    Her eyes opened, and everything in him stil ed. There was so much emotion staring back at him. “Make love to me, Kane,” Rose whispered, her slender arms creeping around his neck, holding him to her. “Please, I need you to make love to me.”
    “I just did,” he said, trying not to growl with his body hard as a rock and his head pounding with thunder.
    “Didn’t you hear me?” That soft little whisper stole his heart for al time. She buried her face in his neck, her mouth finding that sensitive spot at the junction of shoulder and neck. “You know what I want. You inside of me.”
    “Not until we talk to Eric.”
    “I said I was fine.” Her lips slid like silk against his skin, an enticement, a miracle.
    Kane shivered. “I know, sweetheart, but I never want to take a chance on hurting you. Not ever again. When we make love, I don’t mind hot and sweaty, or rough or gentle, but I mind hurting you. Loving you is al about making you feel nothing but pleasure. I can’t get the damn prison out of my head.”
    Her teeth nipped him and sent his temperature soaring. His entire body shuddered. He bunched al the black silk in his hand and tugged at her hair.
    “You’re kil ing me, honey.”
    “Then make love to me properly.”
    “You’re going to give me hel until you get your way, aren’t you?”
    She lifted her head and looked into his eyes. She made no effort to hide the dark, passionate