Ghostwalker 06 - Predatory Game

her between his legs, her small, rounded bottom pressed tightly against his fierce arousal. Her back fit neatly against his chest, his hands came up to caress her breasts floating half submerged, half above the water line. His thumbs feathered gently over her erect nipples, cupped creamy flesh into his palms, his mouth on the vulnerable side of her neck.
    “I’ve wanted you forever,” he admitted, his teeth biting her shoulder teasingly. “From the first moment I saw you, I knew you were the one.”
    “That was Whitney’s pheromones.”
    He nuzzled the top of her head. “I don’t think his pheromones could make me feel this way about you, Saber. No, we were meant to be. Destined.”
    Saber didn’t respond. His hands cupping the weight of her breasts, his thumbs sliding in caresses over her taut nipples were driving her crazy. Whatever it was that had brought them together didn’t matter anymore. She had committed her heart to him, and that terrified her.

    Raging, he punched the wall over and over until his hands were bloody. Failed. It was easy, damn it.
    Easy. Kill the cripple and fuck her over really good. What was so hard about that? But no, they got the crap kicked out of them, and now they were in custody. He’d tried to follow so he could kill them before they could give out his description, but whoever had taken the idiots prisoner had lost him.
    Now what was he going to do? What? What? What? He slammed his head hard against the wall, spittle flying from his mouth. He couldn’t get near the place, not with all the guards. He had to come up with another place, another location—the radio station. He punched the wall again, furious that his plans had to change.

CHAPTER 12
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    “Okay, now is the time, while I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy toward you, for you to tell me how you ran after me using your own two legs.” Saber tilted her head back to look up at him. She couldn’t talk about love. Not without feeling like her heart was going to be ripped out.
    “It’s classified.”
    “No kidding? What a shocker. You are classified, Jess. I’m classified. Of course whatever you’ve done to yourself this time is classified as well.”
    “But technically, you aren’t in the military because you don’t exist.”
    “You have my file,” she pointed out with a small sniff of disdain. “And so does your lady friend.”
    “Lily. Lily Whitney-Miller.”
    Saber turned away from him and stared down into the bubbling water. “The doctor’s daughter.”
    “Don’t you start on Lily too. Lily gave the file to me, not the other way around. And she’s trying to find the other girls—women—that her father experimented on. She saved my life, Saber. I got to know her and I’m telling you, she isn’t in league with him.”
    “How lucky for you that you’re so certain.”
    His eyebrow shot up. “That was sarcasm.”
    “You bet it was.”
    “If it’s any consolation, she doesn’t trust you much either.”
    Saber burst out laughing. “Actually, that does make me feel better. If she pretended to accept me immediately, I’d be alarmed.” She tipped her head back to rub against his shoulder. “What is she doing to you? Dr. Whitney’s daughter and the other one. What are they doing?”
    “Dr. Eric Lambert,” he supplied. “Eric and Lily saved my life.”
    “And?” she prompted.
    He sighed, but really, if Whitney already knew about his legs, what did it matter? “I’m in an experimental program for bionics.”
    She whirled around, splashing water in all directions. “You’re what? I saw Whitney’s…” She trailed off.
    “Lily Whitney asked you to do this?”
    “No, she wasn’t involved at all in the beginning. Eric and I were looking at the idea of using the external bionics the army is experimenting with. Eric made a few cracks about a couple of old television shows and how it really was possible to have internal bionics.He said that it had already been tried using a
    ‘smart sleeve’ to pick up and register movements of the existing muscles and use that to trigger movement of the appropriate part, but in theory it was possible to regenerate or stimulate existing nerves so the bionics would work completely with my own brain and body. The idea took off from there.” He caught her chin when her gaze dropped away from his. “What did you see in Whitney’s office? What Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv