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Ghost stood between her thighs, her warmth radiating into him. Her whole body was trembling with anticipation.
She looked at him and couldn't breathe. Couldn't think past the way he was staring at her, like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.
His hands moved slowly up her thighs, calloused palms rough against the silk of her nightgown. The contrast made her skin prickle with heat.
He leaned in close, giving her time. Watching her face. Rachel's fingers dug into his shoulders and she tilted her head back, baring her throat to him. She trusted him completely.
His mouth pressed against her neck, kissing down to her collarbone, then his hand moved up her thigh, fingers slipping past lace to touch her.
Rachel gasped. The sound came out raw and needy.
He found her wet and ready, his fingers sliding through slickness before settling into a rhythm that made her hips jerk involuntarily. His other hand spread wide across her back, holding her steady.
She gripped his shirt in both fists. "Logan..."
His touch was careful, exploring, finding what made her gasp and doing it again. Rachel's head fell to his shoulder, breathing already ragged. God, it had been so long since anyone had touched her like this. Since she'd wanted anyone to touch her like this.
His mouth found her ear. "You feel incredible."
The way he said it, low and rough and sincere, sent shivers through her. Like she mattered. Like this was more than just physical.
Rachel moaned, the sound catching in her throat. She tried to stay quiet but couldn't help the broken noises escaping her.
His lips brushed her jaw. "Already so wet for me."
Her breath hitched when he increased the pressure. "You like this?" His voice was quiet, controlled, but she heard the strain underneath.
Rachel nodded, unable to form words. Her body arched into his touch.
He slowed intentionally, bringing her close to the edge and holding her there. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing.
"You feel so good," he said, voice gravelly against her ear. His thumb moved in slow circles. "So ready. You don't know what this is doing to me."
Rachel rocked against his hand, seeking more. Her nails dragged down his back hard enough to leave marks.
"This is what you do to me, Logan."
He kissed her hard, his hand still working between her legs. Rachel moved against him, chasing the building pressure, and she needed more. Needed all of him.
Her fingers found the buttons on his fatigues, fumbling with shaking hands. Every time she got one undone, she felt his breath hitch.
He didn't stop her. Just leaned in closer, letting her work.
Rachel pulled his shirt off. It fell to the floor and she didn't care where it landed. She reached for his undershirt next, pulling it over his head.
Cool air hit his skin. His chest rose and fell hard, dog tags glinting against his sternum.
Rachel looked at him, really looked, and her breath caught. He was all hard muscle and tan skin, tattoos covering his chest and shoulders.
Her fingers traced the ink, then moved lower. She found the scar across his abdomen, jagged and pale against darker skin. Most men she'd been with had tensed when she touched their scars, uncomfortable with the reminder. Ghost just watched her, steady and open.
Rachel traced the line slowly, memorizing the shape of it. This was part of him. Part of his story.
When she looked up, his eyes were on her face. Vulnerable in a way she hadn't seen before.
His hand moved up her back to the thin straps of her nightgown. He pushed them off her shoulders slowly. The silk slid down, pooling at her waist.
