Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
My gaze fell to his lips. All I could think about was the way he’d kissed me on the porch. I hadn’t expected that. I’d thought our encounter would be less personal. I’d imagined a quick fuck against the side of my truck, not this… whatever it was. And the way he’d kissed me was fucking magic.
I reached out, unable to stop myself. I wanted to touch him like he had me. I skimmed the back of my fingers over his cheek. He’d called me beautiful, but that word applied to him so much more. If he wasn’t scowling like he was about to kill someone, he looked fucking ethereal.
His fingers locked around my wrist and dragged my hand behind my back.
I protested. “I want to touch you.”
His only response was to kiss me again. His mouth crushed mine, and his tongue forced my lips open. I shuddered when he groaned, thinking about him tasting himself against my tongue.
I pressed closer and gripped his hip with my free hand. I would play his game, let him be the hunter who conquered me, but I wasn’t going to be passive. If he wanted that, he was going to have a hell of a fight on his hands.
I worked my hips against his, desperate for friction on my cock.
He squeezed my wrist harder and gripped the back of my head with his other hand. If we kept this up, I was going to come in my pants like I was sixteen again.
Seconds later, he pulled away so fast I would have stumbled backward if he hadn’t steadied me.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “I could get addicted to you.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t devour me tonight. You might want to keep me around to toy with.”
He grinned. “Yeah, I do.”
He was kidding, right? He didn’t really mean we would do this again?
I wanted to ask him where he’d learned to kiss like that, but he took hold of my t-shirt and lifted it up. I raised my arms, and he flung the shirt to the ground after pulling it over my head.
My hands went to the fastenings of my pants, but Ghost pushed them away and took over. He had the zipper down and my cock out faster than I would have been able to on my own.
I held my breath as he slid his hand up the length of my shaft. He stared down as he toyed with me, the look on his face almost reverent. I’d never had a man look at me like that before. Maybe I really was in danger. I’d always kept the men and women I fucked at a distance, but Ghost was a man I could fall for.
8
GHOST
My head buzzed from the power of Rogue’s kiss. Touching him made me feel more alive inside than I had since my first months in the marines.
The way he shuddered as I stroked his cock told me I was going to have a damn hard time holding myself back with him. He was so fucking responsive and more eager to please than I ever would have guessed.
He might have been the star of the rodeo, but right now, he was just a man who wanted to surrender, and I was going to rock his world.
I dropped to my knees as I pushed his pants to the floor.
When I glanced up, his chest was rising and falling rapidly with his quick breaths. I took hold of his cock again and licked the precum from the tip, making him whimper.
“Jesus, that sound is so sweet. Just like this.” I sucked on his head, getting another taste of him. I wanted to suck him dry, but I was going to save that for another night. There would definitely be another night. I was going to be stuck near Houston for at least a few more weeks. No way in hell would this be the only time I got to taste this gorgeous man.
“Take off your boots and pants,” I ordered as I rose to my feet.
He stared at me. “What?”
I raised my brows.
“I’m not sure I can.”
“Then I’ll fuck you with them on.”
“Damn.” He lifted one foot and teetered dangerously. I relented and took hold of his arm. “Sit down. If you get hurt tonight, I want it to be because of me, not because you fell on the fucking floor.”
“You want to hurt me?”
I smiled down at him. “Would you let me?”
“I… Probably.”
“I don’t truly get off on giving pain. I want you sore, aching, unable to forget about me, but I don’t truly want to hurt you. Bite you? Bruise you? Yes. But nothing more.”
“You just need to scare me?”
He was perceptive. “Yes, I do get off on that.”
“What the fuck am I doing here?”
“Following your fantasies.”
His eyes widened, and I knew he wasn’t the only one who saw things he shouldn’t. I stripped as he struggled with his boots. He seemed to have forgotten how to get them off his feet.