Predatory Game (GhostWalkers #6)(28)
Author: Christine Feehan

“I thought you wanted to talk seriously.” He ruffled her hair because he couldn’t resist the corkscrew curls springing everywhere over her head.

“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 at the wall of his chest with her small hands, her strength easily overcome, but he obediently straightened, leaning back against the solid tree trunk. She sat up hastily, scrambled what she thought was a safe distance away, and kneeling, faced him.

“Lord, Jesse.” She breathed his name in awe. “We can never do that again. We don’t dare. We nearly set the world on fire.”

A slow smile curved his mouth. “Personally, I was thinking it would be a good idea to repeat the experience. Often.”

She touched her full lower lip with a cautious fingertip. “You should be outlawed, a woman isn’t safe around you.”

He resisted the urge to caress her face with his hand, not wanting to destroy her illusion of safety. “It wasn’t just me, angel face.”

She shook her head in adamant denial. Jess ignored the gesture, intrigued by the play of light in her shining hair. God, he wanted her. It was far more than a relentless physical craving. It was everything wrapped into one. He’d had beautiful women and flash affairs, but he’d never felt like this. Not where love and lust met, intertwined, and became so tightly woven together they were one and the same.

“This can’t be,” Saber said. “I have to go, Jess. Things are getting out of hand and I can’t control them. I don’t want to control them.”

As she started her retreating move, Jess’s hand snaked out with lightening speed and shackled her wrist. “Oh, no you don’t, baby, you’re not getting away from me.” His grip was immensely strong, but he didn’t hurt her-he never did.

Blue eyes flew, startled, to his dark ones. Dragon king, she always called him. He was wreaking havoc on all her senses. “Jesse,” she made a breathless little protest, already feeling lost.

“It’s too late, Saber. You’re in love with me, you’re just too damned stubborn to admit it to yourself.”

“No, no, Jesse, I’m not.” She sounded more frightened than convinced.

“Sure you are.” Relentlessly, he drew her back to him until she was so close the heat between them threatened to erupt into flames. Beneath his hands he could feel her trembling. “Think about it, honey. Who makes you laugh? Who makes you happy? Who do you run to when you have a problem?” His fingers found the nape of her neck, sending little tongues of fire licking along her spine.

She took a deep steadying breath. “It doesn’t matter. Even if you’re right, which you’re not, it wouldn’t matter. I have to leave.”

His fingers curled over her shoulders, gave her the gentlest of exasperated shakes. “Stop saying that. I don’t want to hear it again. Don’t you think I’m aware you have some deep, dark secret in your past? Somebody you’re running from? That’s what doesn’t matter. You belong here, Saber. In Sheridan, Wyoming, with me, in my home, right by my side.”

She went pale. “You don’t know what you’re saying. Jesse, I don’t have any deep, dark secrets, I just like to travel. I can’t help myself. I just get restless and pick up and go.” He knew. He knew about her. How? Or maybe he didn’t. Maybe she was panicking and he really thought she had a creep for an ex-husband and she was hiding from him. Let it be that. Please, please, let it be that.

He released her with a smile. “You can’t lie worth a damn, Saber.”

“Really?” She stuck her chin out at him. “Well neither can you. You have a few deep dark secrets of your own.”

He nodded. “I’ll admit it. I have a high security clearance and can’t talk about my work much, but that shouldn’t affect the two of us or our relationship.”

He was admitting it. Her heart went into overdrive, pounding so hard she pressed a hand to her chest to alleviate the ache. He was a GhostWalker, highly trained in dealing death. And he was skilled in psychic abilities. Wheelchair or not, she wasn’t safe with him. Pressing her lips together, she ducked her head. She didn’t want to pursue the matter any further. Not now. Not today. Most of her life was pretense. This was her one chance at a day with Jess. The only one she might ever have.