He came with a groan that sounded like it was torn from somewhere deep in his chest. She felt him pulse against her tongue, hot and bitter-salt, and she swallowed, working him through it until his body went slack and boneless beneath her.
When she finally pulled back, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and crawled up his body.
Ghost looked destroyed. His chest was heaving, his skin flushed, one arm flung across the mattress like he didn't have the strength to move it. His eyes were dark and unfocused when they finally found hers.
For a moment he just stared at her, then his hand shot out, wrapping around her waist and hauling her up his body in one smooth motion. She laughed, surprised, as she straddled his hips.
He sat up, bringing them face to face. One arm banded around her back, holding her against him. His other hand came up to cupher jaw, thumb brushing over her bottom lip. He was looking at her like he was trying to memorize her face.
"You really don't like being told what to do, do you?" His voice was still rough, scraped raw.
Rachel smiled, feeling bold and powerful and desired. "Not even a little."
His phone buzzed on the nightstand.
The sound shattered the moment. Ghost's gaze flicked toward it, his expression shifting from dazed to alert in an instant. He reached for it, thumb swiping across the screen.
Team Chat
Torch:Incoming in fifteen.
Ghost ran his free hand through his hair, his jaw tightening. "Shit. The guys'll be here in fifteen minutes."
Rachel felt a flutter of panic, they were both naked, she could still taste him, the bed was a mess, but she couldn't help grinning. "Guess we should get cleaned up then."
His eyes darkened. His hands gripped her thighs, fingers digging into muscle, then he stood, lifting her with him in one fluid motion.
Rachel gasped, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist, arms locking around his shoulders. "Logan—"
"Shower. Now."
She was acutely aware of every point of contact, her breasts pressed against his chest, his hands under her thighs, the hard length of him already starting to recover against her stomach.
"You're insatiable," she said, but she was grinning.
He carried her to the bathroom, his stride purposeful. "You have no idea."
He didn't set her down until they reached the shower. The bathroom was all clean lines and dark tile, a massive rainfall showerhead centered over a glass-walled stall that could easily fit four people.
He lowered her slowly, her body sliding down his chest, every inch of contact sending sparks across her skin. Her feet hit the cool tile and she shivered.
They stood there for a moment, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off him, close enough to see the way his pupils were blown wide.
Ghost stepped past her and twisted the shower knob. Water surged to life with a hiss, pounding down from above. Withinseconds, steam began to fill the space, making the air thick and warm.
Rachel moved first, stepping under the spray. The water was almost too hot, pounding against her shoulders and back, running down her body in rivulets. She tipped her head back, letting it soak her hair, and when she opened her eyes, Ghost was watching her with an intensity that made her breath catch.
He stepped in behind her.
The second he did, his hands were on her waist, spinning her around and backing her into the tile wall. The ceramic was shockingly cold against her back, making her gasp, then his mouth was on hers and she forgot about everything else.
He kissed her like he was starving for it. Deep and demanding, his tongue sweeping against hers, one hand cupping her face while the other pinned her hip to the wall. Water pounded down on them, running between their bodies, making everything slick and hot.
When he pulled back, they were both breathing hard. He kissed along her jaw, down her throat, his tongue tracing the path of water over her skin.
"You drive me crazy," he said against her neck, his voice vibrating through her. "Do you know that?"
His hand slid down her body, over her breast, squeezing once, then lower across her stomach, lower still until his fingers found the apex of her thighs.
