Ruthless Game (GhostWalkers, #9)(48)

Sebastian’s eyes had closed. Only occasionally was he actually suckling in his sleep, and she gently removed him and put him upright on her shoulder, patting him. “I think we need to read more in that pregnancy book. I only got as far as the birth of the baby, not when the mother could safely have sex again, because I’m beginning to think that’s a very important chapter.”

Kane leaned in to kiss her. He loved the taste and scent of her. He loved her response, the way she opened her mouth to him, gave herself to him, the tentative following of his lead, such a mixture of innocent and unknowing temptress. His hand cupped the back of her head, all that silky hair sliding against his palm. Her mouth was warm and sweet and addictive. He could spend the rest of his life kissing her.

Deliberately he let her take her time exploring, her tongue sliding gently along his, until he needed more. He deepened the kiss, a little more aggressive, feeling need rising, enjoying the way it took his mind and body, took his breath and exchanged with hers. Her soft, breathy moan went straight to his groin. There was no stopping, not now when she’d set off a craving that could never quite be sated. He kissed her again and again until they both were gasping for air.

He lifted his mouth inches from hers, staring into her dark, melting eyes. She touched her tongue to her lips, and he glanced down, following the movement. A drop of milk had leaked from her bare nipple, and he leaned down before he could stop himself and licked it off. Her body shuddered.

“That doesn’t feel the same,” she whispered.

“It isn’t supposed to,” he said, and with his tongue traced the path the drop had taken down the slope of her breast. “A little anticipation is good for the soul.”

Rose laughed softly. “I’m going to remind you of that over the next few weeks.”

“Weeks?” he echoed faintly.

“I just gave birth.”

“Oh. Yeah. That.” Kane pulled himself back and sat on the floor beside the chair. “For a moment I forgot everything but what it felt like with your body surrounding mine.”

She smiled down at him, warmth in her eyes. Warmth and something else, something he’d never expected to see in a woman’s eyes. He saw the beginnings of hunger in her eyes, but there was more now. Heat mixed with satisfaction washed over him. She was looking at him as if she might be falling in love with him. He couldn’t imagine why, but he’d take whatever he could get.

He grinned at her. “I’ll just sit here, staying out of trouble, while you put our son to bed.”

“That’s a good idea. I don’t have a lot of willpower when it comes to you,” Rose confessed in her direct way. She blushed a little when she made the admission.

No way was he letting that go. He stood up and pulled her out of the chair. “What did you have in mind?” His voice had gone low and husky, and every nerve ending was standing at attention.

She put Sebastian in his arms and dropped her hand low, resting it on the heavy bulge in the front of his jeans. “A lesson, of course. I don’t like wasting time.”

He nearly dropped the baby. “Rose.” He groaned her name. “Sweetheart, this is a little like playing with a stick of dynamite.” Ten minutes in her company, and he was ready to explode. “I can’t make love to you, although, believe me, I want to.”

She smiled that mysterious smile that made his blood go hot. “Go put the baby down, Kane.”

He didn’t hesitate; after all, he was going out later to kill or be killed, and he might just die a happy man. He gently placed the sleeping boy in the warmer and went back to Rose. His heart nearly stopped beating when he walked into the room and saw her. She had tossed a pillow on the floor and was kneeling there, waiting for him. Her hair was a little wild, her eyes dark and fathomless but excited. She moistened her lips and crooked a finger at him.

“This is every man’s dream, honey,” he announced as he walked toward her. “Are you certain this is what you want to do?” He kicked off his shoes and dropped his hands to the buttons of his jeans.

“Let me.”

The soft command in her voice was nearly his undoing. There was immense pleasure just in the knowledge that a woman would be eager, even find joy, in pleasing her man. Her fingers slipped each button open, brushing over the thick length of him, sending waves of heat rushing through his groin.

“You have to tell me what to do,” she whispered as she slipped her hands into the waistband of his jeans and began to slide them down his thighs. “And remember, I’m a perfectionist. I want to learn to give you the most pleasure possible. That’s important to me, Kane. I want to do this right.”

His cock sprang free as she pushed his jeans and shorts to the floor. He steadied himself with a hand on her shoulder to step out of them before kicking them away.

“As much as a man loves to see his woman kneeling at his feet, this might be more comfortable for you if I lie on the bed, Rose. You’ll have more control.” He held out his hand to pull her up.

She gave him that tiny little frown. “But this is for you.”

He shook his head. “No, this is for both of us. If you’re not comfortable with it, and you don’t enjoy it, then we both lose. Take your time a little exploring my body. I took my time with yours, remember?”

She flashed a small smile as she put her hand in his and allowed him to pull her up. “I doubt I’ll ever forget what you did that night. I didn’t know I could feel that way. I honestly never expected to feel pleasure. Rockets went off, and it was my first time. Everyone warned me it would hurt, but you ...”