Page 60 of Ghost of a Chance
“Let’s do it.”
He smiled and held out his hand.She took it and he tugged her off balance, enveloping her in his arms and kissing the top of her head.
“If you don’t want to…”
“I want to,” she said, looking up at him.“I’m just a bit of a mess when it comes to sex.”
“You were pretty good at our foreplay,” he said.
“Not the act.The other stuff,” she said.What guy wanted to hear a woman talk about her feelings while he was trying to get off?Jasper scared her as much as he excited her.She wanted to open up to him completely, but she was worried that once she started, it would be impossible to stop.
“Yeah, the other stuff is scary,” he said.“Not going to lie, I’m sort of in my feelings for you.”
“You are?”
“Yeah.You intrigue me and I can’t stop thinking about you.I want you, bad.”
Being vulnerable was suddenly easier knowing she wasn’t the only one.
She guided his face closer to hers.He hesitated a moment and then she felt the brush of his lips, his hands gripping her butt, pulling her flush against his body.
They fit together perfectly.She shoved her hands into the hair at the back of his neck.Loved the cool, silky strands, lightly damp from the mist on his last walk with Chewie.
He groaned as he lifted her up and she felt the kitchen table under her ass.Jasper stepped between her legs.Slipping her hands under the hem of his T-shirt, she grazed the skin she’d been staring at earlier.He was muscular and hard, but his skin was soft.
Her memories of his bare, chiseled chest that hungover morning after were mouthwatering.She ached to see him again and tried to push his shirt up.He promptly tore it off, tossing it on the table.Perfectly covering Paul’s textbook.
“Let’s go in the living room.Leave Paul in here,” she said.
Thirteen
Make out with me.
The heat from the fire seemed to have doubled, but his entire focus was on her.On that sweet body.On how she somehow made him both comfortable and terrified.
It was like his brain had shut down and his base masculine instincts took over.He was glad to hear that she was in her feelings, too.It made him more hopeful that this might be more than a reaction to the odd ghost hunt they found themselves trapped in.
There was no one else he wanted to be trapped with.
The first time he’d held her in his arms everything had happened so fast.A blur of drunken lust.This time he was determined to enjoy every second of it.
He pulled her into his arms, tipping her head back so he could stare at her brilliant eyes.He liked that he was taller than she was.That her curves fit seamlessly against the strength of his body.Humming a bit of a song that wouldn’t get out of his head.
“What’s this?”she asked.
“I want to make sure I don’t miss a moment this time.Those shots of tequila we did at Dead Boys might have tinged the way I remember you.”
“What song are you thinking of?”
“Not a Dead Boys’ one.”
She absently licked her lips, causing a groan to escape him.
“‘Just Another Girl,’” he said.It was there in the back of his mind.They swayed to the beat as he continued humming.She tilted her head and her hair brushed against his arm soft and silky, leaving a trail of flames in its wake.Her breath was warm against his bare chest, sending shivers through him, making him even harder.
“Am I just another girl to you?”she asked.There was a note of uncertainty in her voice.
“No.That’s what the song is about.The singer doesn’t want any other woman.”He wasn’t one to hold back, but after twenty-five years of being this way he wasn’t going to change.“Just the one he can’t have.”
