Ruthless Game (GhostWalkers, #9)(50)
She did that strange little flicker with her tongue and moaned, sending a vibration through his cock. He was lost, fireworks going off. He heard his own harsh groan as the world around him exploded. He should have pulled her head off him, not down onto him, but the pleasure was too intense to do anything but go with it. He realized he was holding her there and instantly tried to release her.
Rose didn’t fight him, but she coughed a few times before sitting back, wiping at her mouth and down the front of her. Her hands went to support her breasts, now full and hard. She winced a little as if they were hurting her. She looked satisfied and very pleased with herself.
“I think I managed to do that mostly right, at least up until the end.” She surveyed her body, making a face. “This is kind of a messy business, isn’t it?”
He wasn’t certain he could find his voice. He reached up to touch the hard little bead of her nipple, dripping now. He brought his finger to his mouth and licked at the little droplet. “You taste so sweet, Rose.” He rubbed at the remaining evidence of his desire for her, using her shirt to clean off her breasts. “I think things got a little out of hand.”
“I’ll have to practice a lot more to get that right.”
He shook his head, his smile welling up. She made him happy, even when she was still treating him a little like a science project. “You can practice all you like, Rose. I don’t mind.” His body was still shaking with the shocking pleasure.
“It’s actually quite arousing to know I can make you that excited.” She reached for her bra. “But all that activity made my milk come in, and I hurt. I’m going to stand in the hot shower and see if that helps.”
“I can help,” he offered, afraid of offending her. She looked so tempting with the milk leaking from her breasts. All he had to do was latch on and relieve the pressure for her. Everything about her was sexy, even the milk in her breasts. He felt a twinge in his cock all over again when he shouldn’t be able to move for hours.
She leaned forward to brush a kiss along his chin. “I think that might make me all the more excited and needy,
Kane. I want you, and my body isn’t ready yet. The hot shower is as good as it’s going to get for me right now.”
He pushed himself up on his elbows, glancing at the clock. He wouldn’t mind joining her in the shower, just to watch her. He was seriously in danger of becoming addicted to her—especially after what she’d just done. He knew if he insisted she would allow him to suckle the excess from her. He liked the idea of her wanting him, but he didn’t want to leave her needy, and he couldn’t finish anything he started.
“Rose.” He stopped her from scooting off the bed.
“That’s the most beautiful thing anyone’s ever done for me. Thank you.”
“I was telling you how I felt.” Her gaze held steady on his.
“I was listening. I think you were very articulate.”
Her slow smile rewarded him. “You could use a little cleanup yourself.”
He was off the bed immediately, his hand removing the bra from her and tossing it aside. He cupped her breasts, supporting them as he walked her into the bathroom. “You take over the support while I take care of your clothes and get the temperature just right.”
Rose nodded and stood, holding her aching, burning breasts in her hands. She’d never felt so hard and unattractive as in that moment. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She had loved telling Kane with her mouth what she couldn’t say out loud. There was no other man for her. Everything about him was perfect for her. He’d showed her nothing but respect from the very beginning. And as far as she was concerned, he was the hottest man she’d ever seen.
His hands were gentle as he stripped away her jeans. She was a little embarrassed over her soft belly when she was so used to having a tight body. She wanted him to see her at her best, and unfortunately, she was feeling awkward, uncertain, and her breasts hurt like hell. The need pulsing between her legs didn’t make her happy either.
She stepped under the hot water and leaned back against him, letting his hands support her breasts and keep her upright while the heat penetrated her skin and allowed her milk to run free. The relief was gradual but felt like heaven. She was conscious of Kane holding her close to him, his body like the trunk of an oak, hard and solid, an anchor in every storm.
She closed her eyes and just absorbed him. There was something about Kane that under any circumstances made her feel safe—and cared for. The way he looked at her made her feel alive, aware at all times of herself as a woman—not just as a soldier.
He glanced at his watch and, although he showed no signs of hurrying or being impatient that she took her time under the hot water, she had the feeling that he was growing anxious. As soon as they turned off the water, he handed her a large bath towel and then dried off. She followed his example at a much more leisurely pace.
He was fully dressed in combat night gear by the time she was dried off.
“What are you doing?” Rose frowned, watching him shove weapons into every conceivable loop and hidden pocket. “You don’t look like we’re settling in for a cozy evening.”
“I’ll have to go out and check on the two idiots outside. They’re hatching a plan to kidnap some girl from a village. I need to know if they’re really going to go through with it. If Fargo leaves, Carlson will make his try for you tonight, no matter what.”