Rachel felt exposed in the soft morning light. His eyes moved over her and she saw pure want flash across his face.
He moved in, mouth trailing across her collarbone, then down her shoulder. His breath was hot against her skin.
He adjusted his hold and leaned her back against the mirror. The glass was cold but Rachel barely noticed, not with his heat surrounding her, his body pressing into hers.
He held her gaze, then dropped his head, lips moving over the swell of her breast, soft kisses at first, then his mouth opened against her skin before he took her nipple between his lips and sucked.
Rachel's breath seized in her lungs. Her hands fisted in his hair.
He licked, tongue circling before he sealed his mouth around her and sucked harder. His teeth grazed and Rachel's body jolted, a gasp tearing from her throat. He groaned low, his grip on her hips becoming bruising.
When he released her, she felt the ache where his mouth had been.
He didn’t stop. He moved to her other breast, mouth dragging across her chest. He licked slowly, then nipped, sharp enough to make her gasp, then soothed the sting with his tongue before sucking hard until her back arched and her nails dug into his shoulders.
Rachel was shaking.
Ghost straightened, bringing her with him. Rachel molded against his chest, fitting perfectly. His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as her fingers dropped to his waistband.
The click of his belt buckle echoed between them.
She felt every muscle in his body go rigid.
Rachel was so close she felt his exhale against her neck, felt his heat. She worked the buttons on his pants with steady fingers, taking her time.
His hands shot to her wrists. Stopped her. Not hard, just firm.
Their eyes met. Rachel saw desire written all over his face, raw and unfiltered. But he was giving her the choice.
"Keep going like that," he said, voice gravelly, "and I won't be able to go slow."
Rachel's mouth curved. "Good."
He made a low sound in his throat. "You're going to be the death of me."
He pulled her in and kissed her, soft, then demanding.
Rachel brought her hands to his face, thumbs tracing his jaw. The stubble was rough under her fingers. When she kissed him again, she poured everything into it, trust, want, certainty.
She moved to his pants, easing them over his hips, then his boxer briefs.
She inhaled sharp. He was thick, so thick her hand couldn't wrap all the way around him when she reached out. Long and hard, the head flushed dark. Heat radiated from him.
Desire mixed with nerves in her chest. He was big. Bigger than she'd expected.
Rachel wrapped her hand around him as much as she could, fingers not quite meeting. His skin was hot, velvet-smooth over rigid steel.
Ghost's breath seized. His whole body went taut under her touch. His voice came out wrecked. "You feel what you do to me?"
Rachel moved slowly, deliberately, her grip firm despite not being able to close her hand completely around his girth. She stroked from base to tip, thumb sweeping over the head, and felt him pulse in her palm.
His hands gripped the counter behind her, every muscle locked. He stayed perfectly still, letting her set the pace. Every stroke pushed him closer to the edge but he held on, for her.
His hand finally left the counter. Rachel felt it slide up to cradle the back of her neck, bringing her mouth back to his. At the same time, his other hand slid down her body, fingers slipping beneath her panties to find her again.
Rachel's breath hitched. Her grip on him faltered as his thumb found that perfect spot, circling with relentless precision.
She'd meant to give him something, but the moment his fingers touched her, thought became impossible.
