Murder Game (GhostWalkers, #7)(36)

The hot water felt good on her sore body. She took her time shampooing her long hair. It had been months since she’d felt really hot water on her body. Bathing in the natural pool had been a shock to her system until she’d gotten used to it, but she’d forgotten how good hot water felt. It was sheer bliss.

“I tossed your clothes into the washing machine,” Kadan said, holding out a towel. He didn’t avert his eyes, but rather drank in the sight of her body, noting each mark he’d put there the night before. “We’re only going to be here a few hours, so I figured it was best to get it done quickly.”

She wrapped the towel around her. “Thanks, I’ve been washing them in buckets.”

He indicated with his finger for her to turn around. Tansy turned her back to him and he slipped another towel over her head, rubbing at her scalp and the mass of long hair. “Ryland Miller is married to Whitney’s daughter, Lily.” He ignored her stiffening shoulders and kept massaging. “Rye’s got her stashed with other GhostWalkers so she’ll be safe while he comes here to give us a hand. They just had a baby.”

“Are you sure . . . ?”

“I’m sure of him. I’ve known him a long time, and remember, I can read minds. He knows I have telepathy, but not to the extent of penetrating minds. No one but you knows I can do that.”

“Why would you trust me with any of your secrets?” He rested his hands on her bare shoulders and then caressed her vulnerable neck, his fingers strong, stealing along the soft skin. “All I have to give you is the truth of who I am. You have to know what you’re dealing with.”

She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. There was fear in her eyes. Excitement. Confusion. Need. “Kadan, I came here to help solve these murders, not to give myself to you.”

His hand slid around her neck to her throat, his palm forcing her head back, tipping it against his chest so she was looking into his cool gaze. “Really? Because that’s not what I see in your mind.”

“My mind is confused.” Tansy tried to lift her head, but he countered the movement, stepping back, forcing her weight against him so she was off balance. “Kadan.” She said his name softly. A plea. There was pleading in her eyes. All shimmering violet again.

“We fit. You don’t want to be alone and neither do I. Give us a chance, Tansy. I’m not easy, but I’m loyal, yours, all the way.”

“I’m afraid of you. Not that you’ll hurt me, but your code is—different. I’m afraid.”

“Don’t you think I know that? I’ll be gentle with you.”

He bent his head, tracking down her face with kisses, licking at her mouth until she opened for him. His lips settled over hers. Her heart fluttered. Her stomach muscles bunched. Liquid heat flooded her core. She wanted to cry that he could get around her mind so easily. She hadn’t known she could be so influenced by physical attraction.

“Kadan, is it real? Do we dare believe it’s real? I don’t want to feel things for you, to love you and have it all disappear. I finally found peace in my life. I could live the way I was living. I’d never be able to go back if I gave myself to you and lost.”

She’d been in his mind, saw what he was like. A hard-ass. Merciless. Ruthless. A warrior once sent on a mission, who would never stop until it was completed. A man who craved her the way he might sunlight and air. He wanted to consume her. And he wanted her body—was obsessed with knowing every inch of her, with giving her every pleasure he could think of and taking his own. He’d been a man who never believed he would have his own woman, a woman who would share more than his body. But she could take his mind, and she could be his. She could belong to him wholly, and now that he knew, he refused to back away from the one chance he had.

“Whitney cannot manipulate our minds. You see me as I am and you still want me. I see you and I’m desperate for you. He isn’t anywhere in the equation.”

She turned in his arms and rested her head against his chest. The way he felt about her, so completely ensnared, was both exhilarating and frightening. The fact that she could touch him, lie in his arms, make love with him, and have the added pleasure of mindsex enhancing what was already explosive physical chemistry, was such a lure she doubted if she could resist—but self-preservation demanded she try. If she loved him—really loved him—let him all the way in, he would be so difficult to live with.

But worth it.

She shook her head. “How would you know?”

He caught her chin with two fingers and tipped her head up again, taking her mouth with much more possession this time, teasing and dueling with his tongue, sending tiny flames licking over her skin.

When he lifted his head, her eyes had gone from blue to that beautiful violet color he particularly loved. Her face flushed, breasts rising and falling, breath coming in a ragged little telltale rush. Tansy stepped away from him, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand, shaking her head at him. He could go from ice-cold to fiery hot in seconds.

“When are your friends coming?”

“We have a few hours. I’ll need the layout and security as soon as possible to plan our entry. They won’t be expecting resistance. They don’t know about me—yet.”

His tone chilled her. His eyes never seemed to blink, cold and mesmerizing at the same time. “Someone sent a couple of assassins after you and they tracked you to my mountain; maybe they do know,” she pointed out.