Ghostwalker 06 - Predatory Game

hair. “It feels like our house.”
    Her soft mouth curved. “It does, doesn’t it? I’ve been happy these last months, happier than I’ve ever been. You’re a good friend.”
    His fingertip traced the velvet outline of her lip. “Is that what I am, honey?”Amusement colored the deep timbre of his voice. “A good friend? You’re beginning to sound as if you’re delivering a eulogy. ‘It’s been great, Jess, but I’m out of here.’”
    Her teeth nipped his finger. “It’s not at all like that and you know it.”
    “So tell me what it’s like.”He was careful to keep his voice quietly bland.
    Her lashes swept down to lay like two thick crescents over her eyes. A jolt of electricity hit him hard in the stomach. For one moment his hand trembled badly as he forced his body under rigid control, then he was caressing her hair and earlobe with gentle fingers.
    “I move around a lot, Jesse. You know that. I’ve been in New York, Florida, and several other states before here, not to mention different cities in each state.”
    “Why?”
    “Why?” she echoed. The tip of her tongue touched her full lower lip.
    “Why,” he insisted, suppressing the groan threatening to rise in his chest.
    There was a long silence, so long he was afraid she might not answer. “This is the most time I’ve ever spent in any one place. I’m getting far too attached to everyone. The people in this town are the nicest I’ve met anywhere.And if I stay much longer with you…” She trailed off with a sigh.
    His hands moved over her face, tracing delicate bone structure as if committing it to memory. “It’s already too late, baby,” he said.
    The long black lashes fluttered, lifted, and beautiful violet-blue eyes touched his burning gaze and then skittered away quickly. Her throat rippled. As she made a slight movement of withdrawal, Jess tightened his hold possessively and waited for the resistance to drain out of her.
    “I thought you wanted to talk seriously.” He ruffled her hair because he couldn’t resist the corkscrew curls springing everywhere over her head.

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    “That was you.”
    “Little coward.”
    She caught his hand in both of hers, held it against her cheek, wild emotions racing chaotically. “I am, I’m sorry.” She choked the words out, sudden tears burning far too close.It was going to tear her heart out to leave him.
    His hand cupped her cheek, thumb sliding firmly along her jaw. He bent his dark head slowly to hers, blotting out the sky, the light, until finally there was only Jess.
    His mouth hovered inches from hers. “I won’t let you leave.” He said the words so quietly she barely caught them.
    Her breath caught in her throat, mind and body at war. Everything in her yearned for this, craved him, while the sane part of her shrieked for self-preservation, screamed for her to jump up, save herself. His hand spanned her throat, felt the pulse fluttering wildly against his palm like the wings of a captured bird.
    He murmured something in an aching voice, his breath warm against her skin.
    His lips slanted over hers, feather light, velvet soft, yet firm. At the first touch of his mouth her heart slammed in alarm against her breast, and her blood took fire.His teeth nipped at her lower lip. It was her startled gasp that gave him access to the warm, silky, moist interior of her mouth.
    Everything changed. Everything.
    His arms tightened around her, dragging her closer, the hand around her throat forcing her head to remain still, giving him exactly what he wanted. Pure black magic. He was everything male, sweeping her token resistance away, drinking her sweetness, exploring every inch of her mouth.
    Pure feeling. The ground seemed to shift beneath her, colors whirled and blended. Her body was no longer her own, familiar, under control. It flamed into life, craving, crawling with the need to be touched, caressed. If any man in her life had ever kissed her before, Jess wiped him from her mind for all eternity.
    His mouth was on hers, hot and hard, so that her brain melted into mindless compliance, branding her as irrevocably his.
    Saber moaned softly in despair. She was losing herself, clutching desperately at his heavily muscled shoulders to anchor herself to some reality.
    Jess lifted his head reluctantly. She was so beautiful, staring up at him with such sensuous confusion he nearly ignored her distress. Saber pushed