Page 86 of American Hellhound
He rolled off of her so they could struggle out of their clothes.
Maggie dropped her panties off the side of the bed and hesitated a moment, heart hammering. For the first time since he’d kissed her on the couch, she felt a twinge of self-consciousness. She wasn’t ashamed, no. But she’d never been naked in front of a man before. She felt terribly exposed, suddenly, cut down to her essential elements. Because sex wasn’t just physical – at least she’d never thought of it that way – and she wanted Ghost in every way, not just with her body. She wanted to think he felt the same way, though maybe that was hoping for too much.
“Mags,” he said, voice all smoke and embers. “Sweetheart.”
She turned to him.
And she had no idea why she’d worried.
He was naked, but it was his face that drew her undivided attention. His dark eyes tracked over every inch of her, but it was nothing like the snarling leer he’d used outside the liquor store that first day. Nothing like the way anyone had ever looked at her. Jaw slack, mouth soft, he studied her with absolute reverence.
It overwhelmed her. She didn’t feel like she was worth that kind of look.
“What?” she asked.
“You arebeautiful.” Simple words, but said with such feeling. She hadn’t expected poetry from a blue-collar outlaw man, and she didn’t need it. He wanted her, thought she was beautiful – there was nothing more perfect than that.
“C’mere.”
She slid close and he pulled her in even closer, smoothing his hands up and down her bare sides, raising goosebumps, stroking her like she was a spooked horse he was trying to put at ease. He ducked his head and nosed aside her hair, pressed gentle, sucking kisses down her neck.
“What do you want, baby?” He cupped her breast, shaped its fullness in his palm. “Where do you want me, huh?”
She surged into the touch. She wanted him there, teasing at her aching nipple…but it wasn’t enough; it only wound her tighter. She felt feverish.
She wet her lips. “I want…” It was hard to breathe. She’d never felt like this, sparkly and sharp inside, the desire almost painful.
“Here?” He moved to her other breast and she glanced down, watched his large, dark hand move against her pale skin. The mesmerizing stroke of his thumb around her areola, moving in closer on each pass.
“Or down here?” He skimmed his knuckles down the quivering skin of her belly, stopping when he reached the shadow between her legs, the little patch of golden hair. His breath hot in her ear, voice a growl: “Righthere, baby?” One finger ventured down, down…
“Oh.” She clutched at his biceps, leaned her forehead on his shoulder. “I want youinside me.”
He groaned. “It’ll hurt.”
“Idon’t care.”
He made another sound, low and hungry. “Alright. Okay, sweetheart, alright. But let me make you feel good first.”
He put his arms around her and picked her up – he was sostrong– and shuffled up to the head of the bed, turned around and put his back against the wall. He stretched his legs out and arranged her so she straddled his lap. He murmured to her, low and encouraging. “Come here, baby, there you go, just like that.”
His hand slipped between her legs.
And he leaned in to press his mouth to her breast.
“You ever touch yourself?” he asked against her skin, and he managed to sound sweetly curious, just before his tongue flicked her nipple. His fingertips parted her sex carefully, gently, just teasing.
“Yeah, but–” She couldn’t breathe, alive with sensation. “But not – not like–”Neverlike this. Never in a way that made her want to fly apart.
He chuckled. “You’re a good girl, yeah. Let’s see. I bet…” He found her entrance with his index finger, probed just right. And his thumb found a spot that sent sharp pleasure arcing through her nerves.
“God.” She dug her fingers into his shoulders and her hips rolled, driving her down onto his hand.
“Attagirl.” He pulled her nipple into his mouth and suckled.
He drove her slowly at first, and then harder, asking for more, telling her how good she felt, how tight, how wet, leaving shiny wet kisses along her breasts, stubble scratching her skin. When she came, he had three fingers inside her, and the stretch burned, but it feltamazing, and she was rolling her hips shamelessly, driving the rhythm.
She closed her eyes and let the sparks overtake her, the steady pulsing warmth of pleasure that radiated through every inch of her. It was good, it wasso good.
