Page 48 of Ghost
“Okay, then what’s next?”
Ghost takes out his cell and taps the screen a few times until there’s slow music playing. Then he eases me into his arms and starts to sway.
“Now, we dance,” he whispers in my ear. “When I saw Python put his hands around you, doing what I wanted to do, it made me crazy. It’s my turn.”
I shiver at his words, at his touch. He traces lazy circles over my lower back, and between him and the fire, I’m hypnotized. Every touch sends tiny little zings through me, each one ending between my legs. After a while, my knees start to weaken, and I’m desperate to have him, all of him.
“As fun as this is,” I begin, my voice shaking a little. “I want more. Ineedmore.”
Without hesitation, he lowers me to the ground, and I realize I missed the blanket he placed there. It’s soft and protects us both from the dewy grass.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Em,” he says with reverence as he slides my shirt off my shoulder to press kisses to my collarbone. “Especially here, where you’re inked. Sexy as hell.” I shiver beneath him. “I’m gonna strip you bare and take my time with you.”
“Mmmm,” I moan. “Please.”
The cool air causes my flesh to pebble with goosebumps when the last stitch of clothing disappears. Ghost caresses my sides, moving until the tips of his fingers barely graze my nipples. They harden under his touch, and I’m lost.
“You were always so responsive to me.” He moves for a moment, and I immediately miss his heat. But when I hear rustling clothes, I know he’ll return to me naked, and the missing will be worth it. “Feel what you do to me,” he coaxes as he settles on top of me, his hard cock pressing against my pelvis. “Fucking granite.”
“Inside,” I plead. “Need you inside.”
“Not yet.”
Ghost slides down my body and pushes my thighs apart, opening me for him. His tongue circles my clit, and I buck my hips, desperation driving me. He inserts one finger, using my desire to ease his way, and then he adds a second. Curling his digits inside of me, he hits that elusive spot that only he’s ever been able to find and increases the flicks of his tongue.
I shatter around him, the orgasm taking me by surprise in its intensity. Ghost doesn’t slow his movements until my legs stop quivering and my uneven pants settle into a more normal breathing pattern.
When he straightens, he licks his fingers clean while maintaining eye contact. And it’s hot as fuck.
I reach for his cock, wrapping my fingers around his thick length, and he goes rigid. “Now,” I purr. “Inside me, now.”
Guiding him to my entrance, I remove my hand when he pushes his head in. And when he stops, it takes everything in me not to slap him.
“Please, Parker,” I beg. “Please don’t stop.”
He lowers his head, sealing his lips to mine, and holy God he moves. Sparks light me up from the inside out as he thrusts in and out, the drag of his dick intoxicating. Part of me wants to demand he move faster, fuck me harder, but the rest of me wants exactly what he’s offering. Slow, sweet, perfect.
Never breaking the kiss, he slides his arm under me to arch my back, and it changes the angle enough to turn the sparks into full blown flames. I’m on fire, burning for him.
“Come for me, Em,” he says against my lips. “Come around my cock.”
His words tip me over the edge, and his body goes rigid as his own orgasm barrels into him. The pulsing of his release drags mine out to the point I fear it’ll kill me.
What a way to go, though.
After a blissful eternity, we both relax, and he rolls to my side. I pillow my cheek on his chest and flatten my palm over his rapidly beating heart.
“I needed that,” I tell him, my eyelids beginning to droop.
“Weneeded that.”
“Hmmm.”
“Sleep, Em. I’ll carry you inside in a bit. For now, I just want to hold you.”
“‘Kay,” I reply drowsily, giving up the fight.
As we lay there, Ghost’s arms are around me like I’m the sweetest treasure. And at the moment sleep drags me under, I swear I hear him say he loves me.
