Page 62 of Ghost
“I mean it!”
He closed in on her, unable to hide his grin as she shrieked.She swung for his jaw but he ducked and caught her lips with his, gently pressing her against the window.Her body softened.The smell of her sweat mixed with his own.
Peeling his mouth away, he dragged his fingers down her arm.“I won.”
She pursed her lips.“You play dirty.”
“Always.”
She laughed, then pulled the too-big gloves from her hands.“That was a good workout.I need a shower, though.”
He reached for his glass of water on the nearby shelf and chugged it.“Me too,” he said, as he wiped his mouth.
She drank from her own glass and leaned against the mirror.“We went pretty hard.That was like ninety minutes of activity.”
A normal workout for him, but she’d kept pace.Actually, she had more stamina than some of the guys.“You did good.Almost kicked my ass, but not quite.”
She narrowed her eyes.“Considering I recently went almost two days without food, little water, and fought hypothermia, I think I’d beat you without breaking a sweat on a good day.”
His stomach twisted at the reminder of how their time here had started.The shop, her falling down the hill and then through the river—it now seemed like a bad movie.He caught her beneath her chin.“Next time, I won’t let you win.”
She stuck out her tongue.He bent to kiss her lips.She met his mouth but pressed her hand to his chest before he could taste her more.
“Slow down.I need to wash off all this sweat.”
He jerked his head.“Let’s head up.”
She eyed him watchfully as she turned for the door.He swept his fingers between her ass cheeks and she laughed and swatted his hand.
“God, are you constantly horny?”
“Apparently,” he muttered.
He hadn’t always been like this.Usually, sex once or twice with the same woman and he was good and ready to move on to the next.Mila had a different effect on him.One he sensed he’d never tire of.
They showered together and he managed to keep his dick in check.She got out first, and he heard her brushing her teeth.A minute later the bathroom door squeaked shut.He quickly finished, grabbed his toothbrush, and was ready for bed a few minutes later.
His muscles still burned from their workout.He exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his hips.
Mila sat on the bed, one foot curled under her, his T-shirt the only thing covering her.
He marched to the dresser and took out clean boxer briefs.After hanging his towel, he joined a smirking Mila in bed.“What?”he asked.
She stretched out to lie down.“Oh, just wondering if you plan to handcuff me tonight.”
“Don’t give me ideas, woman.”He clicked off the bedside lamp.
Darkness cocooned the room.She got beneath the covers and shifted closer to him, resting her head next to his and her hand on his shoulder.He lifted her wrist and kissed her fingers.
“Tired?”he asked.
“Mmm,” she answered sleepily.
“Close your eyes, honey.I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Night,” she said on a yawn.
With Mila’s body in his arms, he slipped into a peaceful sleep.
