Page 26 of Ghost

“It wouldn't be the first time I ruined a good thing.”

“You haven’t ruined anything, babe. You’re not going anywhere. Not unless you want to.”

A frog formed in my throat. “Really?”

“Really.” His rough hand found mine and he squeezed. “You handled yourself in there. Showed that you're one of us. I'm impressed. Hell, you fought better than some of the women who ride. Fuckin' hellcat is what you are.” His lips tipped up. “But, baby, if she’d hurt you.” He growled, the grin falling as he shook his head.

I swallowed hard as his eyes flicked to my lips then back. I could feel the heat growing between us before his hands landed on my thighs. “Can I kiss you?” His tongue swept out across his bottom lip.

“Yes,” I whispered, my panties growing wet when his lips quirked up. His hands slid up my thighs and gripped onto my hips. He leaned in as he pulled me closer, his big body wedged between my parted legs.

His eyes flicked between mine as he dipped his head. Slow and deliberate, his lips pecking against mine once and then again before his mouth covered mine. My chest rose and fell rapidly. His tongue flicked across the seam—a demand for entry—and unable to deny him, my lips parted, and he slipped inside.

I whimpered when one of his hands left my hip, slid up my back, and into my hair where he squeezed and used his hold to tilt my head and expose my neck, while the other slid around and up to collar around my neck. My eyes rolled into the back of my head when his fingers flexed in an unmistakable display of possession.

Fuck, that was hot.

Releasing my mouth, his soft lips skated across my jaw and nibbled at my earlobe, sending a jolt to my core and causing me to whimper.

“Oh, God,” I moaned. I’d been kissed before, but never had it felt like that. Ghost didn’t just kiss me, he owned me.

In that moment, I wanted him more than my next breath.

“So fucking responsive,” he growled, tightening his fist in my hair and using his hold to pull my body back onto the bed.

“Spread your legs more,” he whispered. before fastening his mouth back to mine. My thighs parted and his hand went to the button on my jeans. With expert fingers he flicked open the button and lowered the zip. My breathing accelerated when his hand slipped inside my pants and beneath my panties.

“Your pussy’s soaked,” he growled, circling two fingers on my clit. “Gonna let me fuck you, Rae?”

“Please,” I begged. I wasn’t a virgin and it’d been far too long.

“Gonna let me eat this pussy, baby?” His fingers slid lower, teasing at my entrance.

“Yes,” I hissed, arching my back, and lifting my hips, begging him for more.

“Tell me what you want, sweet little Rae.” He pressed his fingers inside.

“Ghost,” I moaned. He was driving me crazy. I needed more.

“Not yet, sweetheart.” His teeth raked down the column of my neck. “It’s been months and I’m taking my time.”

Heat flooded through me, every nerve ending on fire as he sunk his teeth in the side of my neck, then sucked hard on the tender flesh at the same time as he pushed his fingers all the way inside me.

He was marking me—in more ways than one.

My hands clenched in the leather of his cut as my back bowed provocatively, my hips rolling as I rode his hand.

Lord help me, I didn't want him to stop.

A knock rapped from the other side of the door, and he pulled his mouth away with a pop.

“Shit,” Ghost groaned, dropping his forehead onto my heaving chest as his fingers continued to play.

The knocking came again.

“What?” He lifted his head and shouted over his shoulder as his thumb slid onto my clit.

“Shit,” I hissed when I felt my orgasm approaching. I was so close.

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