Murder Game (23 page)

He took her mouth gently, not at all like the threat in his mind. She tasted his hunger and knew his need of her was elemental and deep and beyond even his understanding.

Kiss me back.

She wasn’t certain why he needed her so much. Reassurance? He seemed so completely confident, she could barely believe that he felt in any way threatened by the presence of the other men. That seemed out of character. Her arms slid around his neck and she opened her mouth to his, feeling him inside her, stroking and tasting with that same gentleness that was so disarming.

Are you all right?
She touched his cheek.

He lifted his head and smiled at her.
No problems.

She wasn’t sure she believed him, but he was already bending over the drawings. To the others he pointed out the gate with the cameras and guards.

“This booth is manned at all times. Cliffs back up to the house and they’d be difficult to climb, but not impossible from the ocean side. Fredrickson is bound to be looking at an entry from that side so he’ll most likely step up the guards there.”

“You don’t think he’ll believe I’ll walk right in and give myself up?” Tansy asked hopefully.

“We have to assume he knows I went looking for you and that you’re with me. You didn’t use the radio to call your parents, you called from an untraceable, secure line. Fredrickson will know that. He’ll be prepared for an assault team.”

“So entry up the cliffs isn’t going to be a good plan.”

“We can wait for Tucker and Ian to report in, but let’s assume not,” Kadan said. His gaze shifted for a brief second to Ryland.

The dark-haired man eased his shoulders a little. “I could use some coffee, Kadan. Do you have any around here?”

“In the kitchen,” Kadan said.

“I’ll get it,” Tansy said, glad for something to do. Planning assaults wasn’t her forte. “Anyone else want some?”

Kadan waited until Tansy had taken their orders and left the room. He kept his voice low. “The package is expected to be hostile. There’s a tie to Whitney. I want to bring them out quietly to a house only we know about and keep them under guard. If they don’t tell us what we need, I’ll have a private talk with them.”

Ryland stirred, his gaze flicking toward the kitchen. “Kadan. Not if she’s your choice. I’ll take care of it.”

Kadan shook his had. “My woman. My responsibility. I can live with it.”

“She won’t be able to.”

“I have no problems doing whatever it takes to keep her safe, and she’ll never know.”

Nico shrugged his shoulders. “Your call, Kadan, but women have a way of finding out things you don’t want them to know, and any one of us would do the job for you. Just give us the word.”

“Appreciate it,” he said gruffly, but he wouldn’t shirk his responsibility. Not when it came to Tansy’s safety, and especially because they were her parents and she loved them. If it came down to it, he’d take them out as quickly, painlessly, and humanely as possible.

Tansy returned with a collection of mugs, sugar, and cream. Kadan took the tray from her and placed it on the table.

“How’s it coming?” She glanced at her watch. “And how soon do we leave?”

“I think we’ve about got this, baby. You’ll stay in the safe house we’re setting up for your parents. I’ll have a couple of my men there with you.”

She scowled at him, shaking her head quickly. “No way. That was never part of the plan. I’m going with you. If something goes wrong, I have to be there to—”

“No.” Kadan said the word quietly, his voice so low it was barely audible, yet it cut like a razor, demanding immediate compliance.

Tansy jerked away from the fingers that had settled gently around her wrist like a bracelet—except instead of getting away, she felt the fingers tighten into shackles, preventing her from moving anywhere.

“You won’t be sacrificing your life for theirs. That’s never been an option.” His voice whispered like velvet, but cracked like a whip, lashing across her mind, burning his decree into her brain. He made a small effort to soften the order with an explanation. “We can’t take you into combat, you’d be a liability.”

This was the other side of Kadan. Immovable. His blue eyes were nearly black now, unfathomable, impossible to read. His expression remote.

The three other men drifted from the room, leaving her feeling more vulnerable than ever. She couldn’t be alone with him, not when his mind held hers, determined to force his will on her.

Tansy went very still, refusing to struggle against his grip. Kadan was enormously strong, and there would be no getting away from him until he wanted to let her go. If he wanted cool and remote, well, she could do that as well. She locked her gaze with his, refusing to be intimidated by the dangerous edge to him. He wore the image of a warrior like skin, the fit natural and impressive. Perhaps this was more the true Kadan then the one in her bed, but she couldn’t let him see that her stomach had bunched into knots and her heart beat too fast.

“Fortunately, I am not in the military and not under anyone’s command.”

He didn’t change expression, but she swore a shadow moved across his face. Her heart skipped a beat. She would have finger marks on her inner wrist.

“Really?”

He said one word. Only one. A soft inquiry that sent fear skittering down her spine whether she wanted to be in control or not. Why? After all, what was he going to do?

She found she couldn’t look away from him. His eyes darkened even more. Something hot flickered in the depths so that through the black, his eyes burned with blue flames. She caught her breath as he pulled her hand to the front of his jeans and rubbed her palm over the thickened bulge there.

You’re taking a big chance, baby, arguing with me when you can’t win, but the result is one hell of a wicked hard-on.

He leaned close, his tongue flicking over her ear.
I’ll bring them home to you safe. That’s a promise, Tansy
.

He wouldn’t guarantee beyond that, but if she looked into his mind, she could see his word was gold. Unless her parents were already dead, he’d find a way.

He’d disarmed her completely with one breath. That small promise. Maybe if she hadn’t been able to touch his mind, feel his assurance, his total commitment to returning her parents to her, she would have snatched her hand away. Instead, she stayed still, her heart beating too fast, her body and mind belonging to him whether she wanted it or not.

A part of her hated the way he made her weak, but defiance and argument seemed stupid. What would it get her? In the end, she would be a liability to them if she went along. They were a team and they were used to working with one another. She knew teamwork, and an outsider could easily ruin their rhythm and throw them all off. And that might get her parents—or the team—killed.

She just wished everything he said didn’t sound like an order. Worse, she hated that there was a part of her that went soft and slick and hot at the sound of his voice when he talked that way. She was crazy to be in any way attracted to a man who wasn’t in the least civilized.

His teeth bit down on her earlobe.
You can’t fault me for protecting you.

She closed her eyes as he rubbed against her hand, unsure how to reach him when he felt so distant from her.
Is this all there is between us?
Explosive chemistry.

She ached with wanting him, but it wasn’t enough. Not now. Not when she’d been in his mind. Not when she could remove the hated gloves and touch his skin.

Not for me,
he assured her.

She couldn’t imagine being with another man, wanting to touch him, or have his hands all over her. The things he wanted with her seemed wrong with anyone else and so intensely right with him. She had no idea why, only that she wasn’t ready to walk away from him yet.

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.”

“Did you ever get vibes off of either him or Fredrickson that they could have psychic abilities?” Kadan asked.

Tansy shook her head. Kadan’s gaze met Ryland’s over her head, just for a brief moment.

“Watson increased the security at the house?”

She nodded. “For several years we just had a local security company, but Watson fired them all and brought in a different group. They didn’t ever interact with us, but they were courteous at all times. I’d say hello and ask how they were doing. They’d answer briefly and go about their job. That’s about the same time they brought in the dogs.”

“Did you ask your father why?” Kadan asked.

She shook her head, her gaze shifting away from his. She withdrew her hand and even stepped back from him. “I was in the middle of some pressing problems of my own, and whether my father decided we needed added security or not didn’t really matter to me.” She sounded defensive to her own ears and moved farther away from him, out of reach, not wanting questions—or sympathy.