"Jesus, Rachel." His voice broke on her name. "You're so beautiful like this."
She could barely breathe, could barely hold on. Her limbs felt loose and shaky at the same time. He surged once more, twice, his rhythm faltering, and then he stilled, buried deep. She felt him pulse inside her, felt the groan that rumbled through his chest where it pressed against hers.
He held her there, pinned to the wall, both of them breathing hard. His arms were locked around her like he was afraid she'd dissolve if he loosened his grip. Sweat cooled on her skin where the air from the window touched it, but everywhere he touched her, she was burning.
And then, his voice breaking to a whisper against her ear: "Mrs. Hayes."
Rachel laughed, breathless and shaky, the sound catching in her throat. Her heart was still slamming against her ribs. "I could get used to that."
He pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes dark and bright at the same time, and brushed the damp hair from her face. A grin tugged at his lips, boyish and unguarded. "Good. Because I'm not letting you go."
She glanced down at her hand where it rested against his shoulder, at the ring that sat heavy on her finger. It felt right there, like it had always belonged.
"I'll give you whatever wedding you want," Ghost murmured, his knuckles brushing lightly across her flushed cheek. "Million people or just us. Whatever you say."
Rachel smiled up at him, her chest still heaving. "I don't want to wait."
His brow lifted. "No?"
"No." Her voice was sure despite how wrecked she felt. "Life's too damn short. Every minute matters." She tightened her legs around his waist, feeling him shift inside her. "I want to spend them with you."
He let out a quiet laugh, and she felt it vibrate through both of them where they were still joined. "All right. So something small? Courthouse? Elopement? Just us?"
Her smile turned playful. "Small. The team. A few of my friends." She paused, the idea hitting her with perfect clarity. "And... what about Vegas?"
Ghost's smirk was slow and lazy, his thumb grazing her ring finger where it rested against his chest. His heartbeat was still racing under her palm. "Vegas it is. I can have the team packed and on a flight in forty-eight hours."
He didn't pull out. Didn't shift an inch. She was still wrapped around him, her back pressed to the wall, both of them flushed and breathing hard, skin sticking together where they touched. He was still inside her, deep and unhurried now, like neither of them was ready to break this connection.
Rachel shifted slightly, testing, and felt him twitch inside her in response. His hands tightened on her thighs, a warning and a promise all at once.
"Forty-eight hours," she repeated. She traced her fingers along his jaw, feeling the stubble scratch against her skin. "That's fast, even for us."
His hands flexed against her thighs, and his eyes darkened. "Honestly? I'd drag you to a courthouse right now if I could. Theforty-eight hours is just so the team can get their asses to Vegas." His thumb traced circles on her skin. "I want you Mrs. Hayes as soon as fucking possible."
Heat flooded through her again at the possessiveness in his voice, the barely restrained urgency. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." His eyes locked on hers. "I've waited long enough."
Without breaking eye contact, he slid one hand down to his jeans still tangled around his thighs. Pulled out his phone. One-handed, he tapped the screen, brought it to his ear, and Rachel's brain short-circuited when she realized what he was doing.
He was still inside her, still holding her against the wall, and he was making a phone call.
The line clicked.
Ghost's voice came out low and firm, like he was briefing a mission. "Torch. Vegas. Forty-eight hours. Get the guys. Bring suits."
Rachel's mouth fell open. She could hear Torch's voice on the other end, muffled, confused, asking something.
"Yeah. For a wedding."
Her heart kicked hard against her ribs. Ghost's eyes stayed locked on hers, dark and amused, like he knew exactly how insane this was and didn't care even a little.
Another pause. She heard Torch's voice rise in pitch, probably asking whose wedding.
Ghost's smile came slow, his free hand tightening on her thigh. "Mine."
Rachel felt her face flush hot, not embarrassment exactly, but disbelief mixed with a sharp, bright thrill that made her pulse jump. He'd just told his team. While still buried inside her. The absolute audacity,
