Ghostwalker 06 - Predatory Game

can more easily defend.”Ken shrugged his shoulders. “Was hoping you’d take a look later.”
    Jess nodded. “Definitely. I want to start building as soon as we can.Patsy is willing to build her home near mine so I’ll know she’s safe as well. That means we’ve got to put up two homes next spring.”
    “I’m glad she finally agreed to come. She and Saber still talking about owning another radio station?”
    Ken’s inquiry sounded mild enough.
    Jess’s smile was faint. He knew exactly what Ken was thinking. “Don’t go worrying. If it comes to that, we’ll do it up here. I know it would be a nightmare to protect them in town.”
    “Where do we stand with it all?”
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    involved along with a major player in the White House, which pretty much means we’re fucked. Violet is on the loose with her own personal agenda and Whitney is busy manipulating everyone.”
    Ken grinned at him. “Yeah, well, we like life interesting.”
    “I’ve got to get back and catch a little sleep before the big event.” Jess tried to sound casual when he was anything but. He couldn’t wait to see Saber—to hold her in his arms.
    Ken snorted. “She’s a little pissed at you, my friend. Don’t expect a warm reception when you crawl into her bed to—er—sleep.”
    Jess smirked at him and walked up the path toward the cabin, waving at one of the guards crouched high in the cliffs overlooking the property. He had spotted several of the GhostWalkers patrolling and knew they had arrived for the wedding. His wedding. He grinned like an idiot, just thinking about it.
    He’d been gone seven days while he was meeting with the admiral to give him the findings of the investigation. But now he was home and determined to see Saber.
    He had hated leaving her behind, and she’d been less than happy about it, but he felt she was safer under the protection of the GhostWalker team.
    He slipped through the open window and just stood there a moment, drinking in the sight of her. She was so beautiful she made his heart ache. Stripping quickly, Jess climbed into bed, pulling her feminine form into his arms.
    She cuddled into him, curled like a little kitten, as his larger body wrapped around hers protectively. Her blue-black curls felt like silk against his face and her soft skin invited his touch. He inhaled her, pulling her scent deep into his lungs. His body was already hungry, his mouth craving the taste of her.
    He stretched, moving his legs, reveling in the miracle of being able to do so, then leaned into her and kissed the nape of her neck, his hands sliding up her rib cage to cup her breasts. He was a big man and she seemed so fragile, yet he knew there was power in her—steel in her.She would stand beside him no matter what happened.
    It was a luxury to be able to touch her, to wake up to her soft curvy body. His. He smiled again and pushed the sheet from her, sliding his body over and down hers.
    “What are you doing here?” Saber didn’t open her eyes.
    Her drowsy voice was mesmerizing, sliding through his system like a drug. “Go back to sleep. I want to indulge myself a little bit.”
    “You left me and I’m mad at you, so go away.”
    He slid his hands over her soft skin from her breasts to her belly. She didn’t open her eyes but she frowned at him.
    “You don’t deserve me. Go. Away.”
    “It’s our wedding day.”

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    “It was. I was abandoned. Left behind.Deserted. I’m dreaming of retaliation right now and you’re disturbing me.”
    He brushed the tip of her breast with his lips, feather light. “What kind of retaliation?” He felt her stomach muscles bunch in answer.
    “I’m finding one of the very hot Special Forces marines to take your place. He will adore me and never leave me.”
    “He will get his throat slit and you will be punished severely. Go back to sleep and dream about a proper retaliation such as killing me or something. That’s much more appropriate. And no jarhead could ever take the place of a SEAL, baby.” He bent to bite gently, his tongue bathing away the small sting.
    “Ow!” She pushed at his head. “Go away.”
    His mouth closed over her breast, suckling strongly, tongue dancing over her nipple, flicking and teasing until