He slid a finger inside her slowly. Rachel clenched around him. His other hand threaded into her hair, anchoring her as he drew her closer to the edge.
His hand in her hair guided her head to the side, exposing her throat. He kissed just below her ear, then lower, along her neck and down to her collarbone. His stubble scraped her skin, rough texture followed by the heat of his mouth.
Rachel's breathing came in broken gasps. She clutched his shoulders, nails digging in as pressure built low in her belly. Her body arched toward him.
He eased another finger inside, stretching her. Rachel rocked into it, grinding against his hand.
His eyes stayed on her face as she trembled.
He leaned in close, breath hot against her neck. "Look at you," he murmured, lips brushing her skin. "So fucking perfect. You're mine, baby. Every inch of you. No one touches you but me."
Rachel moaned, the sound helpless. "God, Logan... that feels so good. Don't stop. Please."
His rhythm didn't falter. "Eyes on me. I want to see you fall apart."
Rachel met his gaze, lashes fluttering. She was so close, hips jerking, thighs shaking, everything building toward release.
"I've been trained to keep people alive," he said, words rough. "To follow orders. To survive. But with you, it's different. I need you like this baby, safe, open, letting go for me. I want all of you. Every breath, every sound—mine."
Rachel's breathing was ragged, uneven. She couldn't look away from him.
"Logan... I'm yours. Only yours."
His jaw clenched. "Damn right you are. Come for me baby, let go."
Rachel’s body seized, then she shattered, release crashing through her in waves. Her head fell back, a cry breaking from her throat as she clenched hard around his fingers.
He caught her mouth with his, kissing her through it, deep and steady. His arm wrapped around her back, holding her like she was precious.
Rachel collapsed against his chest, still shaking. Aftershocks rippled through her, her breath hot against his skin.
Ghost said nothing. Just held her, his fingers still inside her, his other hand trailing slow over her spine.
Rachel pressed her face into his neck, breathing him in.
Safe. She felt safe.
And for the first time in hours, she could breathe.
29
Ghost watched Rachel come apart in his arms, flushed, trembling, gasping his name. His chest felt tight. Not from fear or adrenaline. From her.
He needed her. The realization wasn't new, but watching her fall apart for him made it impossible to ignore. She was his now. He'd protect her. Take care of her. And if anyone came for her again, he'd put them in the ground without hesitation.
Rachel's weight pressed against him, her breathing slowing. Her heart was still racing, he could feel it where her chest met his.
Ghost withdrew his hand from between her thighs slowly. His fingers were slick with her. He looked at Rachel, holding her gaze, then lifted his hand to his mouth.
Her eyes went wide. Lips parted.
Ghost slid his fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. The taste of her flooded his senses, salt and sweet and uniquely her. He groaned, the sound rough in his throat. "You taste like fucking heaven."
Rachel stared at him. Her pupils were blown wide, cheeks still flushed.
Her hand moved down his body. She wrapped her fingers around him, or tried to. She couldn't close her grip completely, his girth too much for her hand. She stroked once, slow and deliberate.
Ghost's abs contracted. Heat shot straight to his groin. He caught her wrist, grip firm. "Baby, I'm gonna lose it in about one second if you keep doing that."
