Ghostwalker 05 - Deadly Game

look up at him. "You have shadows in your eyes, Ken. Isn't it strange how Whitney thinks he's controlling us with his pheromones, but neither of us would feel so vulnerable if it was just that? Somehow our emotions are involved, as if there really is destiny or a higher power and we were made for one another.
    No matter what he does with his experiments, he can't factor that in."
    His hand slipped over her hair. "No, he can't. He's a very sad, lonely man. He's driven by his madness, and his inability to figure out why humans react the way they do. He wants robots able to make decisions, but decisions he deems best. No matter how he inserts animal DNA and genetic capabilities, he'll never find the perfection he seeks."
    "He thinks he's perfect."
    "He wants to think that," Ken corrected, "but he knows it isn't true. The only decent thing he's ever done in his life is to stay away from Lily. I hope he continues to do so, but he's broken her heart."
    "He monitors her all the time. He does everyone. He has a file on you, on me, on your brother and Briony."
    "The one thing we have going for us with Whitney," Ken said, "is that he wants you to have my baby and he wants Briony to have Jack's. After the children are born, they'll be high-risk, but until then, he may leave us alone to see what happens."
    She turned around and began to push up his shirt so she could burrow close to his skin. "I wouldn't know any more about taking care of a baby than I would a husband."
    "Fortunately, we're both fast learners."
    "Speak for yourself."
    "I don't know, honey, you got the hang of making love very fast."
    Mari wanted him again, with every nerve ending suddenly alive and screaming for his body, but she pulled back to look at him – really look at him. Ken Norton could break her heart. Ken had somehow managed to creep into her heart – worse, he'd managed to find a way into her soul. Had her reaction to him stayed physical, she would have been all right, but he threatened her on an emotional level that was frightening.
    Ken groaned softly. "I can't let you think for very long or you lose your mind." Without preamble he dragged her shirt over her head and tossed it aside, leaving her upper body bare to him. His mouth came down on hers, teeth forcing her to open to him, tongue sliding in to dominate and spread a now familiar heat. He didn't give her a chance to think, but kissed her hungrily, demanding her response and receiving it.

    Mari couldn't prevent the moan of pleasure escaping as his hands cupped her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples into hard peaks of desire. It amazed her how fast her body responded to him. He bent her backward, his mouth greedy as he kissed her over and over.
    The taste of him filled her senses and set her on fire. His mouth teased hers, teeth tugging at her lower lip, tongue licking the ache away. Every flaming kiss added to the building of heat in her center, so that she became uncomfortable with the intensity of her arousal. Need built too fast, her muscles contracting painfully, her womb seizing with need. Each time she suckled his tongue, or his danced around hers, she felt the rush of heat spreading, growing, building, until she felt almost wild with need.
    His hands tightened possessively on her breasts, his restrained strength apparent as he massaged the creamy, aching flesh. He pushed her back until she was against the wall, trapped between his body and the hard surface, his thigh sliding between her legs to open her to him. The material of her jeans was too tight and heavy on her body. She wanted it gone.
    At once his hands dropped to the zipper and tore it open. He dragged the offending material away from her body, allowing her to kick it aside, taking her panties as well, leaving her naked while he was still dressed. She realized they had somehow connected, mind to mind. She was feeling his rising lust as strongly as he was feeling hers. They heightened each other's arousal.
    It was an amazingly intimate thing to be able to feel his desperate desire for her. Her body flushed at the things he was thinking, the erotic images in his mind. He pushed her against the wall again, his thigh sliding between her legs, the material rough on her spread thighs. She rubbed against him, the friction sending electrical currents through her womb, up to her breasts. The heat was vicious, shocking her with its intensity.
    "Take your clothes off, Ken." His thumbs sent lightning streaking through her nipples.
    She