Page 28 of Shadowed Vows: Ghost
"I—" I start, but the words die in my throat.
"Breaking and entering?" Ghost suggests, his voice dangerously soft as he stalks toward me. "Or would you call it trespassing?"
I lift my chin, refusing to be intimidated even as heat flushes through me. "I can't exactly break into a place I'm not able to leave. Maybe if you'd actually answer my questions, I wouldn't need to investigate on my own."
"How about showing some fucking gratitude to the people keeping your ass alive," he growls, closing the distance between us.
Why does my body flush with heat when he scolds me instead of just making me mad like it should?
I back up until my shoulder hits the wall. Ghost doesn't stop his advance, planting his large hands on either side of my head, effectively caging me in. The heat from his body seeps through the thin fabric of the shirt.
"I see you've been in my closet," he says, voice low and dangerous. His fingers brush the cotton at my shoulder, sending electricity skittering across my skin.
I swallow hard, suddenly acutely aware of how little I'm wearing. "I needed something to sleep in."
His eyes burn as they trail down my body, lingering where my nipples push against the fabric. "And you thought helping yourself to my clothes was the answer?"
Irritation flares within me. "Well, it was the only thing in the closet. And it's not like you gave me many options. What did you expect me to sleep in?"
"You want options?" he growls, his voice vibrating through me. One large hand leaves the wall, fingers tracing the hem of the shirt where it hits mid-thigh. "Here's one—you sleep naked."
My breath catches, heat rushing to my cheeks and pooling between my legs as his fingertips graze my bare skin.
"Is that what you'd prefer?" I challenge, shocked by my own daring.
His jaw clenches, nostrils flaring. "Be careful, little hellcat." His hand slides up to my waist, thumb brushingjust beneath the shirt's edge on the way up. "You're playing games you don't understand."
I should be terrified. I should be outraged. Instead, my body betrays me, leaning into his touch. "Maybe I understand perfectly."
Ghost's eyes flash as his hand continues upward, rough fingertips skimming over my ribs, stopping just below my breast.
"Do you now?"
My heart pounds so violently I'm certain he must hear it. I'm trapped between fear and a wild desire I can barely comprehend.
"Tell me, Alina," he murmurs, his lips nearly brushing my ear as he leans closer. His thumb traces maddening circles on my skin. "What exactly were you hoping to find behind those locked doors?"
"The truth," I whisper, struggling to form coherent thoughts with his hand so close to where I suddenly, desperately want it.
"And what would you do for it?" His fingers slide higher, finally cupping my breast, his thumb circling my hardened nipple through the thin fabric.
I bite my lip to keep from moaning. "What do you want me to do for it?"
His eyes lock with mine, something dangerous swirling in their blue depths. His other hand moves to cup my face, thumb dragging across my lower lip, pressing until my mouth parts for him.
"Beg."
The single word shoots straight to my core, making me wet. My lips part involuntarily as his thumb presses deeper, mimicking actions I shouldn't be craving from him.
I should be slapping him, not melting against him.
"I don't beg," I breathe against his thumb, even as my hips shift restlessly.
A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face.
"Everyone begs eventually, little hellcat." His hand leaves my breast, trails down my stomach, then roughly shoves between my thighs, palm pressing against my pussy through the shirt. "Even you."
A small, embarrassing sound escapes me—somewhere between a gasp and a moan. His smile widens, knowing and arrogant.
