Pressing his forehead to hers, their breath mingled in the small space between them. "You feel like heaven, baby," he groaned. "So damn tight. So perfect. Like you were made for me."
She dug her fingers into his shoulders, holding tight as she rose to meet him, "Don't stop," she gasped. "Please don't stop."
"Wouldn't dream of it." His voice came out rough against her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
When he moved again, sinking as deep as he could go. The angle had him hitting something inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids. She cried out, and he swallowed the sound with his mouth, kissing her deeply as he claimed her again.
The bed creaked beneath them with every movement. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, the slick slide of skin on skin, her breathy moans mixing with the low growl he made every time she clenched around him. The room smelled like sex and sweat and them.
He shifted slightly, changing the angle, and dropped one hand between them. His thumb found her clit and she nearly came apart right then. The dual sensation, him filling her completely,stroking deep inside while his thumb circled that bundle of nerves, was too much and not enough all at once.
She cried out, back arching off the bed, and he caught her mouth with his. The kiss was messy, desperate, all teeth and tongue and need.
"Mine," he said into the kiss, voice thick with possession. "You're mine, Rachel. Say it."
She moaned against him, her body already climbing toward release. "Yes, Logan. All yours. Only yours."
He held her tighter, one arm wrapping beneath her back, pulling her closer. The other hand gripped her hip hard enough to bruise as he drove into her. Each stroke reached deeper, more powerful, more relentless. Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, pulling him impossibly deeper.
She was trembling now, every muscle in her body coiled tight. Her face buried against his shoulder, and she could taste the salt of his skin when her lips brushed against him.
"Logan—I'm close," she gasped. "I'm so close."
"I've got you," he breathed. His voice was thick, strained, like he was barely holding on. "Let go, baby. I'm right here. I've got you."
His thumb pressed harder against her clit, circling in tight patterns that had her vision whiting out. His movements grew harder, faster, chasing both their releases.
She shattered. The orgasm crashed through her in waves that stole her breath and made her body clench around him so hard she heard him curse. She cried out his name, over and over, as pleasure rolled through her in devastating pulses.
Above her, he tensed, his rhythm faltering before he buried himself deep, as deep as he could possibly go, and came with a groan that turned into her name. His pulse inside her, the warmth of him spilling deep, the way he pressed himself as close as he could get, forehead dropping to her shoulder, his whole body shuddering with the force of his release.
They stayed tangled together, breathing hard, hearts pounding against each other. She could feel him still inside her, could feel his chest heaving against hers. Her hands were still on his back, fingers tracing idle patterns along his spine.
For a long moment, Ghost stayed completely still, just breathing. His hand found hers between them, fingers lacing tight. He squeezed once, a wordless communication she felt all the way to her bones.
When he finally pulled back enough to see her face, his eyes were soft.. "You okay?" he asked quietly.
Rachel nodded, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Better than okay."
He kissed her temple, lingering there. "I've never done that before," he said quietly. "Not like that. Not without..."
"Me neither," she whispered.
He pulled back to look at her, searching her face. "Really?"
She nodded. "Really."
Something shifted in his expression. He leaned down and kissed her again, slow and deep and unhurried. When he finally pulled out of her, they both gasped at the loss. She felt empty without him, and from the way his jaw clenched, she thought maybe he felt it too.
He rolled onto his side, pulling her with him until they were facing each other.
His arms came around her, pulling her close until she was tucked against his chest. She could hear his heartbeat beneath her ear, strong and steady. His hand stroked through her hair, fingers gentle against her scalp.
For tonight, they had time. And for the first time since this nightmare started, Rachel felt safe enough to believe in tomorrow.
36
Rachel woke to sunlight streaming through the glass doors, warm against her face. For a second, she didn’t know where she was, then it came back, Ghost’s bed, his house, last night.
