Ghostwalker 06 - Predatory Game

in plain sight for Saber to read. He had a feeling convincing Saber of what needed to be done, though, was not going to be easy.
    He sat for a long while observing her sleep. She was curled up like a kitten, her springy curls blue-black against the pillow, matching the color of her feathery lashes.He enjoyed seeing her in his bed. She looked a little lost without his body beside hers, but he liked that as well.
    As he sat watching her sleep, his body hardened, began to make demands. He took his time divesting himself of his clothes, never taking his gaze from her slender body. She looked so right in his bed. He dropped his shirt and then struggled out of his trousers, wincing a little as his body tightened and thickened in anticipation. She looked a beautiful invitation with her hair tousled and her lips slightly parted, lying in the too-large bed.
    “Stop staring at me.” She didn’t open her eyes.
    “I want to swim.”
    “Go swim and leave me alone.”
    “I’m not supposed to swim by myself. My doctor said so.”
    She made a rude noise, but still kept her eyes stubbornly shut. “You swim by yourself all the time. Since when do you listen to your doctor?”
    “Think how bad you’d feel if I drowned.”
    Her lashes fluttered. “I’m thinking I might help you drown. If you go away, I can sleep for…” She lifted her lashes a bare centimeter and peered at the clock before settling against the pillow again. “A couple more hours.”
    He rested his chin on his palm, elbow on the side of the bed, leaning in to put his face inches from hers.
    “Did you know that you’re grumpy when you first wake up?”
    “Just because your friends left doesn’t mean you get to bother me.”
    He should have known she would be aware of others in the house. The knowledge just made him proud of her.He tugged on the sheet. “Swimming. Exercise. We can skinny-dip.”

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    “You really aren’t going to go away, are you?” She opened her eyes and glared, then her gaze widened and she flushed when she saw he was naked and more than alert.
    He laughed at her. “Nope.”
    “You aren’t exactly the dream man I thought you were. You’re relentless when you want something.”
    “I’m your dream man.” He dragged the covers off of her and slid his hand over her stomach, up to her breast. “I want something now.” He bent his head to the invitation, enjoying the way her stomach muscles bunched and her breath caught in her throat when his mouth settled around the offering.
    Saber closed her eyes, circling his head with her arms, holding him to her breast while his mouth pulled strongly, sending flashes of fire arcing through her bloodstream. She was all too aware of his other hand drifting down her body, sliding over smooth skin, moving lower and lower. Her hips jerked in anticipation of his touch. He moved his palm to her leg, gliding up and around to her inner thigh.
    Her pulse pounded in her blood. Waiting. Needing. Wanting. He had to touch her. In that moment, with his mouth pulling strongly at her breast, his tongue sending waves of heat crashing through her body and his hand moving over her skin, she saw her future, time stretched out before her clearly. She would never be free of her need of him. She would crave his touch with this same intensity—for all time.
    Saber ran her fingers through his hair, keeping her eyes closed to better absorb the sensations. Heat and fire. A coiling. It was amazing how he could bring her body to such life. “This is such a perfect way to wake up,” she murmured, still drowsy, arching her back like a cat.
    “I agree.” He kissed his way down her ribs to her intriguing little belly button. “Do you know how soft your skin is?” His voice was low and rough, that husky tone that excited her, that told her he was focused wholly on her.
    She lifted her lashes to see the raw desire etched deeply into his face, the stark need in his eyes—for her. His hands were hard on her hips, turning her body so she lay across the bed, dragging her closer to him, his gaze greedy, centered between her thighs.Her breath caught in her lungs as he opened her legs.
    His hands stroked caresses along her inner thighs, moving slowly toward her heated center. She ached for him, her body pulsing with awareness and need.
    His lips feathered down her abdomen, tongue teasing nerve endings into tiny explosive sparks. He said something