Page 61 of Ghost of a Chance
Some risks were worth it.Kirsty definitely was.
“Ah…seems like you can have me,” she said.
“Just for now?”
“For tonight, and then we’ll see.I like you too.”She walked her fingers down his chest, following the line of hair tapering down toward his jeans.
She caressed him right above the waistband.His cock hardened and he groaned.The feel of her fingers teasing his bare skin was addicting.
“You’re a bit overdressed,” he said.
“Yeah?You should do something about that,” she said.Her hands refused to leave his body.He worked out and tried to stay in shape.All those early-morning runs and gym sessions were worth it.
He inched his hands under her sweater, causing her to shudder as he began to rub his hand on her back, gently scraping his nails down her spine.He wanted to share pleasure with her, to make her unravel.
As he inched her sweater up, he remembered her tattoos.The temporary ones were starting to fade.As he swept the sweater up over her head, he traced the pattern of the one on her chest.The edges came down to the inside of her breasts.
“I like this.”
The pattern was intricate and delicate.Strange that it was temporary when it fit her so perfectly.
As he traced the fading lines of the tattoo, she reached behind herself, thrusting her breasts forward against his chest.She shrugged out of her bra, exposing her creamy skin.Cupping both of her breasts, he leaned down to kiss her neck and used his tongue to trace the pattern of her tattoo.
She smelled like fall.Cinnamon and rain and something else that was unique to her.He breathed deeply as he let his tongue travel over her, watching goose bumps appear.Her nipples tightened at his exploration, pressing into the palms of his hands.
He teased them in slow circular motions until she arched her back even more.Taking his time, he slowly took his hands away from her breasts, replacing them with his tongue, sucking one of her rosy buds into his mouth.
She moaned, low and feral, and her hands tightened their grip in his hair.Her hips rubbed against his erection.He needed her more than he’d realized.
Oddly this was what he’d been waiting for.She just wiped everything else away.At this moment, if he had to choose between having Kirsty and getting rid of Paul…there was no choice.
He’d pick her.Every damn time.
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The way that Jasper looked at her body made her feel like she was the sexiest woman alive.That was a heady feeling and for a moment she indulged herself in it.It was a bit alien though.In her past relationships she’d never felt like she was enough.Buck hadn’t been half the man that Jasper was.Jasper was imperfect and real.
All things she stopped thinking as his mouth closed around her nipple.Immediately she was wet and empty and needing.She wanted so much more from him than she could admit, but for tonight in front of the fire with Jasper holding her, this felt like enough.
God, actually it was more than enough.
All she could do was dig her fingers into his shoulders and enjoy his touch.She slipped her hand down his chest, the light dusting of hair brushing her fingertips, abrasive in the best possible way.Then she went lower to his flat stomach, his belly button.
He groaned and pulled away from her breast, the puff of his breath against her nipple a revelation.
She circled his belly button.
His erection jumped each time she did it.She lowered herself, kissing a path down the center of his body before he lifted her off her feet and settled her down on a blanket in front of the fire.
Thankfully she’d put it there earlier, because in romance short storys and movies couples always made love in front of a fire.
The firelight danced over his skin, shadowed patterns playing over the planes of his body.For a few moments she stilled, entranced in a sort of fire meditation.But it wasn’t just the flames that captured her mind.
He pushed her gently back and lay down on his side.His hand swept down from her shoulder to her arm.Lingered at the curve of her hip where her palm rested against her black jeans.She held her breath as he slowly caressed the curve of her waist, settling on her belly button half covered by her midrise jeans.
He undid her jeans and then his finger was there.Brushing over her skin, sending delicious shimmers up and down her, heat pooling in her center.
“Like that?”
