Murder Game (GhostWalkers, #7)(55)

Not ever. Deliberately he removed her palm from the front of his jeans and sank his teeth into the center, scraping back and forth, his eyes never leaving her face.

She swallowed hard. “You can’t talk to me like that. I’m not one of your soldiers.”

“I don’t talk to my soldiers like that. Only you. I stand in front of you.”

“I want to be beside you.”

He kept her gaze captive while his tongue swirled over the center of her palm, teasing, reminding, driving her temperature up when she needed to be cool. “I can’t give you that right now, Tansy. I can only give you what and who I am, right now this minute. I have to shield you, because that’s who I am. You have to decide whether or not you can live with that. Whether you can love me, and not just a sliver of me, because the biggest part of who I am is the man standing in front of you.” He kissed her palm and closed her fingers around it. “Even if I could wrap myself up in pretty lies, I’d never be able to pull it off. I don’t know how to be anything else.”

His voice was the same. Absolute confidence. Velvet-soft. Skimming over her body and teasing her inner thighs with excitement. But in his mind, where he didn’t know, where he never looked, there was an edge of despair, a belief that it was impossible for her to love him. She caught a glimpse of his commitment to her, of his intention to hold her to him with any means he had for as long as he could.

He would make every moment together memorable, the sex incomparable, and he would do everything within his power to make her happy while keeping her safe. It was all there for her to see. But that part of his mind was the only part she could feel warm in. And that warm, compassionate side of her, the need to soothe and help others, instantly gave herself to him, even though she recognized he could be every bit as dangerous as those she hunted, or even more so.

She took a breath, let it out, and then leaned in to brush a kiss over his stubborn jaw. “Just try a little harder not to order me around so much.”

He didn’t respond. The others were returning, one by one, looking disinterested when she knew they had to be very engrossed. Instinctively she knew Kadan had never shown a fascination with another woman to them. They had to be somewhat concerned, but they were polite, getting back to business as though nothing had transpired.

“When you put out the call and told us what you needed, Lily found a house near Tansy’s parents’ estate,” Ryland said. “If we get through the wooded area and use the canyon to make a run through the heavier terrain, we’d be less likely to be spotted.”

“There’s a Humvee in the garage. The keys are in all the cars,” Tansy offered. “Of course there’s also a tracking device in it. It’s the real deal. Dad’s taken it in the canyon lots of times.”

Gator shrugged his shoulders when they looked at him. “Piece of cake. It’s ours.”

“So we’ll bring them out with that and take them to the safe house,” Ryland said. “Gator, check the best route through. Nico will cover our back trail.”

Kadan tangled his fingers with hers. “Ian and Tucker are reconning the estate right now. They’ll give us the most up-to-date intel as soon as possible. When they get back to the safe house, they’ll wait for us to bring them Tansy.” He brought her knuckles up to his mouth, distracting her from panic with a scrape of his teeth. “You’ll have to stay out of sight. My gut feeling is Whitney was watching your parents, and when his cover was blown, Fredrickson had standing orders to pick you up and bring you in. The men who came at me in the mountains were trying to kill me. If Whitney sent them, they wanted me out of the way so they could acquire you.”

“If that’s true, Kadan,” Ryland said, “it doesn’t fit with Whitney’s breeding program. He would want both of you, not just Tansy.”

Kadan shrugged. “Maybe my genes are just not as up-scale as Tansy’s.”

“He’s had all these years to come after me,” Tansy pointed out. “Why now?”

“That’s an excellent question. Let’s find out if anyone has the answer to that,” Kadan said, his voice changing from light to grim, as if the very idea of anyone trying to take her from him put a murderous edge to his mood.

“I don’t need two men to babysit me, Kadan. Over the years my father kept adding security to the estate, and I don’t think four men are going to be enough. We used to have rent-a-cops, but in the last couple of years, Watson, our head of security has made a few changes.”

“Watson?” Kadan turned his head sharply. “You’ve never mentioned him before. Who is Watson?”

“Benny Watson. He took over security for Dad about two years ago, when Dad decided to beef things up.”

“Why did your father replace his security detail?”

“Dad and my mother do a lot of work out of their home. Most of their research is classified. He got very nervous after a story came out about them in Newsweek. He wanted to just make certain that no one could get to them or any of the plans they were working on.”

“Did Fredrickson recommend Watson to your father?” Ryland asked. “Ordinarily two GhostWalkers will work an assignment together, and one of them is an anchor. I’d be surprised if Whitney assigned Fredrickson to infiltrate your household alone.”

Tansy frowned. “I don’t honestly know that much about him. Fredrickson is part of the family. He lived at the house, ate with us, even sat around with us some evenings and watched movies. Watson was always in the background. He didn’t ever talk to me. I always thought he regarded me as a pain in the neck.”