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For the first time since I laid eyes on her again, I let my mind wander. My gaze travels from her baby blues to the curve of her shoulder and then down over her chest. Only when I reach the apex of her thighs do they stop. My mouth waters, and I swallow, swearing she can hear the thunk of my Adam’s apple.
She clears her throat, jarring me out of my perusal, and I whip my head up to stare at her face.
“Hmm?” I ask, sure I must have missed something she said.
Ember sighs dramatically. “What do you want, Parker?”
“Ghost,” I correct automatically.
She waves her hand. “Whatever. What the hell do you want?”
“Honestly?”
“Of course.”
“At the moment, I want you,” I blurt.
Her hand goes to her throat, and I stifle a groan. “You… Um, you want… me?”
“Sounds crazy, huh?”
Glancing at the box she’d been carrying, she shrugs. “It’s been a crazy day.”
Hope flares, and I know I should squash it and run out of her house as fast as my size elevens will carry me, but my feet are rooted in place. Nothing good can possibly come from anything happening between us. The problem is, I’m not the honorable man I used to be. I’m not the same person who used to make what I thought were good decisions.
I’m Ghost, a patched member of a one-percenter motorcycle club. I’m a Soulless King who no longer believes in black and white, good and bad. I live and breathe the space in between, the space in the gray.
The moment she levels her gaze back on mine, I’m on her, pushing her back against the wall and fusing my lips to hers.
Like I said… I love the fucking gray.
CHAPTER 10
EMBER
Crazy fucking day.
“Tell me to stop.”
Ghost pulls away and looks at me, his eyes pleading for me to do as he asks. I should. I know it, and he knows it. This is a terrible idea. But the second his mouth touched mine, I was lost. And now, I’m fucking desperate.
Rather than respond, I shake my head before tugging him closer by a belt loop. A million reasons flash through my mind as to why I should drag him by said belt loop and toss him out the door, but I force away every single one of them.
I wasn’t lying when I said today’s been crazy, and this only solidifies it as one for the history books. When Addison approached me in the grocery store, I had no idea how much my life was about to change. I couldn’t have known.
Ghost’s hand shifts from my hip to slide up my shirt and rest just below my breast. I whimper at the contact, and he smiles against me. Fifteen years… fifteen years and this man can still reduce me to mush.
No! Not going down that road. This is sex, nothing more.
Speaking of sex, I need it. I want it. And he’s going to give it to me.
I break away as I start unbuttoning his jeans. “Bedroom’s down the hall.” He arches a brow, but before he can say anything, I continue. “Don’t think. Please, don’t think. I don’t wanna think.”
That’s all the encouragement he needs. He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. As he carries me down the hall, he kisses me again, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and tangling with mine. Before I know it, he’s tossing me onto the bed, and the loss of contact with his body has me moaning.
“Tell me to stop,” he repeats, taking his cut off and laying it gently on the top of my dresser. Then he grabs the hem of his shirt at the back of his neck and yanks it over his head.
“No.”
