Murder Game (GhostWalkers, #7)(25)

When he thought he couldn’t live through another moment of her long, slow slide, she tightened her muscles even more, nearly causing him to lose control completely. He gripped her hips then, taking over, setting his own pace, thrusting hard and deep, feeling like a madman who couldn’t get enough.

Her small, broken cry only added fuel to the flames. Her nails bit into his shoulders as she clung to him, lifting herself to meet his deep surges. The sound of their bodies coming together was loud in the night, but he could only hear his breath, shuddering in and out of his lungs as the world burned hotter and his body tightened and tightened until everything he ever was centered in his groin.

Her low keen shattered what little control he had left, and he began to piston into her, stretching the tension on a thin, taut wire, pushing her beyond anything she’d ever considered, until she was pleading with him for release. He kept going, plunging into her, sinking as deep as he could, never wanting to end his time with her. There was nothing in his world but Tansy, with her perfect body surrounding his. The heat and fire of her. The explosive chemistry. The soft skin and the even softer channel that stroked and gripped and held him tighter than her arms. And that scent of cinnamon that filled him with craving.

He shifted her just an inch to apply more pressure to that sweet spot, the bundle of sensitive nerves that had her sobbing out his name. And then her body rippled. Once, twice, clamped down hard, milking and squeezing. Wave after wave tore through her, taking him with her. He felt her body dragging the hot seed out of him, filling her while she pulsed around him.

She dropped her head onto his shoulder, utterly spent. He should have been. He lowered her feet to the ground, but held her, swaying, tight against him. They stayed that way for a several long moments before he felt the shift in her mind, in her body, the sudden withdrawal. He closed his eyes and held her tighter, not willing for this moment to be over. She had to give him this night. One night.

“Don’t,” he said softly. “Let me have you.”

“I gave myself to you,” she said, not lifting her face from his chest.

He picked her up, cradling her close to him. “It isn’t enough. I need tonight.”

She couldn’t pretend she didn’t want it either. She might never have another night like this one. She didn’t touch men. She didn’t dare risk it. Yet she’d given everything to Kadan, opening her mind, letting him feel her pleasure, share it, until he’d driven her over the edge, the sensations she’d never expected to be able to experience, hers to hold forever.

“What happens tomorrow?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know, Tansy, but we have now. Tonight. This one time for us. Let it be for us.”

She wavered, afraid if she took it any further, she’d never be able to get anything of herself back. She had convinced herself love wasn’t for her. A man of her own was impossible, and she was too pragmatic to give herself false hope. But here he was, offering her the chance of a lifetime, one night with a man utterly and completely devoted to her pleasure. She read that in his mind, how much he wanted her to feel.

She nodded slowly, knowing she could never resist him, pushing aside every thought of the morning and what she would have to face. There was only this night for them. This one night, and she was taking it for herself.

He carried her to the sleeping bag, grateful it wasn’t far. His legs were rubbery and he doubted he had much strength left. Her eyes were enormous, and he found that peculiar shine very sexy, or maybe that was just his body reacting to her scent and heat. He laid her down and followed close, massaging her shoulders and neck. That soft, vulnerable neck.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“You make me feel beautiful.” She loved the feel of his fingers on her skin. There was a brushing stroke he used that sent the most amazing electrical sensation sizzling through her body. “How do you do that?”

“That’s classified.”

Tansy looked up at his face, so still and chiseled and masculine. So serious. She burst out laughing. “Your lovemaking ought to be classified too. You’ve worn me out.”

“Have I?” His hands shaped her breasts, cupping the soft weight of them. “We’re not finished by a long shot, Tansy,” he whispered softly as he lowered his head to flick her nipple with his tongue. One hand slid along her thigh to rest on her mound. “You don’t feel like you’re worn out.” One finger slipped into her wet channel and her muscles instantly reacted, clamping down hard. He leaned into her, blowing warm air across her breast. “No, baby, you want more. You feel very much like you want to start all over again.”

He turned her body onto her side, spilling her breast into his mouth. They lay on top of the sleeping bag under the stars, his arm around her waist and one hand nestled between her legs.

Tansy cradled his head to her, her fingers stroking through his hair. Each time his tongue or teeth grazed or flicked her nipple, a flood of liquid heat bathed his fingers. She did want to start all over again. She had one night with him. She wanted to learn everything, do everything, make this night last forever. She closed her eyes and savored the feel of his mouth at her breast.





CHAPTER 5


Tansy woke to the smell of coffee. She kept her eyes closed tight, not wanting to face what she’d done throughout the night. The man may have been exhausted, but Kadan had given her everything she could ever have wished for and more. Sharing mind and body was an experience she’d never thought she’d ever have, and one far beyond anything her imagination could have conjured up. But now she had to face the light of day and what she’d done. Just about everything one could do—and with a stranger.