Page 85 of American Hellhound
She froze. Oh no, did he not–
When she glanced up, he was staring at her with heavy-lidded black eyes. Pupils blown. He looked like he’d been drugged.
“Ghost,” she started. Her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears.
“Do you want this?” His voice was rough and unsteady. He shifted her hand down, over the obvious bulge behind his fly; she swallowed when she felt the size of him, shocked, and thrilled, and aching. “Is this what you really want? You want – ‘cause I–” He was panting like he’d run a race, pulse visible along the side of his throat.
She didn’t even have to think. “Yes.” She pressed down a little, rubbing him with the heel of her hand. He hissed.
“Mags.” He tried to sound stern, but he was too wrecked for it to be effective.
Maggie grinned.
“Shit, I’m serious. You can’t take it back, after you–”
She leaned in close enough to smell the whiskey on his breath. He’d had just a taste – not enough to dull his judgement, still in control of himself as he tried to be as chivalrous as a man could be when a girl had her hand on his cock. “Ghost,” she said, surprised by the throaty, but strong quality of her voice. “I want you.”
She tried to convey how much through her gaze, through the hand that slid back up his stomach, because she did. She had wanted things in her life up to this point, sure, but she’d never wanted anything like she wanted this man. She wanted his slick sliding against hers; wanted to taste him, salt and sweat and man; wanted to take him inside her body; wanted to leave marks on him, let other women know he was taken, that he belonged to her.
She was shocked and dazzled by her own thoughts, drunk on them. And she was sure, so very, very sure.
She kissed his lips, trying to mimic the wicked things he’d done to her. “Please,” she whispered. “Ghost–”
A surprised squeal left her when he moved suddenly, surging to his feet and scooping her up into his arms.
“Jesus,” he murmured. “JesusChrist.” She’d never heard his voice sound like that, like he was drowning.
Maggie looped her arms around his neck as he walked her down the hall to the bedroom. Fast, but unsteady steps, like it was hard to walk with that much blood rushing south. She bit back a laugh and pressed her face into his throat.
He must have felt her smile, though, because he said, “You laughing at me?”
“Nope.”
“Yeah, you try walking with a hard-on.”
She couldn’t hold back a small snort, and then the real laughter came, muffled against his skin, making her shake. It wasn’t that funny, but she was giddy. High off the taste of his skin and the knowledge that things were about to go further. All the way.
“Fucking brat,” he accused, but there was a smile in his voice.
He reached the end of the bed and dropped her on it; she bounced, startling another burst of laughter from her lungs. She clapped a hand over her mouth and tipped her head back to look up at him.
God. Wow. He looked equal parts predator and little boy. His eyes fathomless, his smile wide and joyful. All of his usual tension and doubt had vanished, replaced with a heady mix of delight and intent. He lookedhappy. Playful and excited.
She loved him like this. Didn’t want to see him any other way.
“Come here.” She reached her arms up for him, inviting him down.
He peeled his shirt off first, muscles bunching and flexing in the dim lamplight, and then joined her, leaning down to brace his hands on the bed, on either side of her hips. Kissed her, deep and thorough.
“Lie down, baby,” he murmured against the corner of her mouth.
She did, and he crawled up her body like a panther, settling over her so she could feel the heat and hardness of him, supporting his weight with one hand, while the other slid up beneath her shirt and spanned her belly.
He kissed her until she was dizzy. Breathless. Explored her breasts with deft fingers, sliding beneath her bra cups to tease her nipples to hard pebbles. Maggie smoothed her hands down his back, across his ribs, movements growing erratic and clumsy as he nipped his way down her throat.
“I need you naked,” he breathed in her ear.
She needed that too, definitely.
