He kissed her throat, and she felt the words vibrate against her skin, felt her pulse jump beneath his lips.
Her pulse jumped hard. Her hands came up to grip his shoulders, needing to hold onto something. "Logan—"
"I mean it." He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, and the raw honesty in his expression made her chest ache. "Every morning I wake up with you here and I can't believe it's real."
She reached for him, her fingers trembling slightly as they worked the buttons of his shirt. "It's real. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."
Ghost stood still as she pushed it off his shoulders.
She unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans. Pushed them down along with his boxer briefs until he stood naked before her.
Ghost took her hand and led her to the bed.
He laid her down gently, his body following hers onto the mattress. The sheets were cool against her heated skin. He braced himself above her, looking down at her with an intensity that made her breath catch.
"Rachel," he said, and there was something raw in his voice.
"I'm here," she whispered.
He kissed her then, deep and slow. His tongue swept into her mouth and she moaned, her hands coming up to grip his shoulders. He settled between her thighs, and she could feel the hard length of him pressing against her.
But he didn’t rush. He kissed her until she was breathless, until her hips were rolling up against him seeking friction, then kissed down her neck, across her collarbone, lower. He took one nipple into his mouth and she gasped, her back arching off the bed. His hand cupped her other breast, thumb circling the peak while his mouth worked the first.
"Logan," she breathed, her fingers threading into his hair.
He kissed down her stomach, his mouth hot against her skin. When he reached the juncture of her thighs, he looked up at her. "Can I?"
She nodded, unable to form words.
He settled between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs, holding her open for him, then his mouth was on her and she cried out, her head falling back against the pillow.
He took his time. Learning what made her gasp, what made her moan, what made her hips buck against his mouth. His tongue circled her clit, his fingers sliding inside her, and the combination was devastating. The pleasure built slowly, spiraling higher with every stroke of his tongue, every curl of his fingers.
When she came, it was with his name on her lips and her fingers gripping his hair hard enough to hurt. He worked her through it, drawing it out until she was trembling and oversensitive.
He kissed back up her body, his mouth finding hers. She could taste herself on his tongue and it made something primal coil tight in her belly.
"I need you," she whispered against his mouth. "Please, Logan. I need you inside me."
He reached between them, guiding himself to her entrance, then pushed in slowly, so slowly, watching her face as he filled her inch by inch. She was so slick, so ready for him, and he slid in easily despite his size.
When he was fully seated inside her, they both stilled. The sensation was overwhelming, him filling her completely, stretchingher, the feeling of being joined with him in the most intimate way possible.
"Okay?" he asked, his voice strained.
"Perfect," she breathed. "You're perfect."
He started to move. Long, slow strokes that had her gasping. This wasn't the urgent sex of before. This was making love. This was something deeper, something that felt like it meant more than just physical pleasure.
He shifted the angle slightly and hit a spot deep inside her that sent lightning up her spine. She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders, her whole body arching off the bed.
"There?" he asked, doing it again.
"Yes. God, yes. Right there."
He kept that angle, kept that rhythm, driving into her with perfect precision. His hand slid between them, thumb finding her clit, and the dual sensation was too much.
She came apart with a cry, her whole body clenching around him. She felt him tense above her, felt his rhythm break, and then he was coming too, burying himself deep inside her with a groan that sounded like her name.
