Page 37 of Ghost

Rea bit down on her plump bottom lip and nodded as she sat on the edge of the bed. My eyes ate her up as she slowly scooted to the middle, laid back, and dropped her legs open in invitation.

God, she was sexy.I wasn’t sure how I’d convinced her to take a shot on a bastard like me, but fuck if I’d ever give her reason to change her mind.

I stroked my dick again, then climbed between her thighs, resting my elbows beside her face. She leaned up and pressed her lips to mine.

“Ghost,” she whimpered, the plea spurring me on. I loved it when she begged.

“You’re mine.” I grunted against her lips, taking my time as I savored her.

Lifting onto a forearm, I trailed my fingers down her shoulder, down her side, across her silky thigh, and lifted her leg, leaving gooseflesh in my wake.

“Please.” There it was, another whimper.

“Patience,” I growled, planting soft kisses on her lips as I angled myself at her entrance and sank inside her channel.

She gasped as her back bowed.

“Yes. Oh God, yes,” she chanted as I fucked her slow. I’d never made love to a woman before, but seeing her pale and wounded was killing me. She needed to be loved, but the way she felt—tight, wet, perfect—was threatening to snap my control.

“Harder,” she begged, desperation lacing her voice. Her hips met mine, urging me deeper.

“I don't wanna hurt you,” I rasped, fighting the urge to fuck her how we both wanted.

“I don’t care,” she countered, eyes narrowing as a flash of that temper I was coming to love lit up her eyes. “Fuck me!”

I searched her face and just like that my self-control snapped. Gone, obliterated.

I moved one hand into her hair and fisted the strands tightly, while my other clamped onto the back of her thigh and lifted her leg higher. With brutal thrusts, I pushed into her harder.

Her hands went into my sweaty hair and tugged as she met me thrust for thrust.

“Fuck yes,” I growled, when her pussy began to flutter, pulling me in deeper.

“I’m gonna… Ah,” she cried out as her pussy painfully clenched around me. I gritted my teeth, fucking her through her climax.

“You feel so good,” I groaned, dropping my head on my shoulders and grunting as I filled her with my cum.

We laid there, panting for long minutes. Just us. No club, no danger, no vendetta—just us.

I pressed my forehead to hers, heart hammering like it was trying to break free.

“You can't ever do that shit again. Promise me, Rae,” I said, voice barely above a whisper.

“Ghost—I…”

I lifted my head so I could look into her eyes. I needed her to understand. “There ain't a fucking thing in this fucked-up world that matters more than you and P.” My thumb brushed her cheek. I wasn’t good at sharing my feelings, but she had to fucking know. “I’m scared shitless of losing you. You and that little girl upstairs, you’re my everything.”

Her eyes softened. “Okay. I promise.”

“You don’t have to say it back, babe, but I need you to know. I love you.” It was too soon, but I didn’t care, it was the truth.

“I love you too,” she replied immediately.

Finally, I felt like I could breathe. I hadn’t realized how much I wanted her to be on the same page. I’d only had her a few days, but I already knew there was no living without her, and if something happened to her...

I blew out a breath. I couldn’t think about shit like that, or I’d make myself crazier than I already was.

“Come here, ba— Oh fuck,” I cursed, watching my cum drip from inside her when I pulled out.

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