My heart ached for him.
His tongue slid against the slit of my mouth, and I opened for him. I still wasn’t sure what I was doing. I wasn’t sure if I made the right decision. I was a person that calculated. A person who ran all of the numbers and went through all of the possibilities at my disposal before making the decision that was right for me.
But when our tongues melded together, everything else faded away.
“Mmmm,” I hummed.
“That’s it,” he growled down the back of my throat.
His hand whipped up, cupping the back of my head, preventing me from moving away from him. I felt my knees growing weak. He lapped his tongue along the roof of my mouth in a possessive sweep that shook me at my knees, and my hands flew to his chest.
I gripped his shirt, like I seemed to always do.
“That’s right, hold onto me,” he mumbled down the back of my throat.
I tilted my head back. The kiss was fierce. Possessive. There was nothing gentle or delicate about it. His hand held my head to his face, as if he were afraid I’d leave.
I couldn’t leave now.
Not with the pulsing between my legs.
“So good,” I mumbled as I sucked on his tongue.
It earned me a growl that puckered my nipples against my bra.
“Fucking hell, do that again,” he snarled as his lips encompassed mine.
I battled for dominance. His tongue was so much bigger than mine. His mouth overwhelmed me, even with how far I dropped my jaw to try and match his kiss. His arms swept around me. He picked me up, clear off my feet so quickly that my damn shoes came off, clattering to the ground.
I felt us move.
“Ghost,” I whimpered as I came up for air from our kissing.
He cupped the back of my head, not even allowing me to open my eyes before he sucked on my lower lip and forced entrance back into my mouth. All I had was the air he afforded me. All I had was the touch of his hand against the back of my head. His arm, slung around my waist. I didn’t even realize he moved us to his bike until my ass touched down against it. Him, straddling the passenger’s seat. Me, on the main leather seat. My legs, wrapped around him as he leaned forward to grip the handlebars of his bike.
I was trapped by him.
And I loved it.
“Oh fuck,” I whimpered.
“Look up at the sky,” he muttered as his lips slid down my neck.
I tilted my head back, feeling my hair gracing his bike. His lips slid down my neck, the rough skin of his scars leaving goosebumps behind in their wake. He buried his face into my breasts, and all was forgotten about the sounds beneath us.
All I knew was the heat of him as his hands gripped my hips.
“Fucking hell, I love these things,” he grumbled as he massaged the excess there.
I bucked my hips. I wasn’t really sure why. I just needed to move. I needed to feel. I needed to know something other than the roundabout voices inside of my head that plagued me on a daily basis. His fingertips slipped into the band of my sweatpants. I felt my breasts puckering against the bra of the camisole that I wore, aching to break free from their pathetic confines.
“Fuck, Wreck! Harder!” Amanda cried out beneath us.
It made Ghost growl as his hand slipped into my pants. “Stay leaned back.”
“But I want to see y?—”
The instant his fingertips brushed against my panties, heat shot up my throat and choked off my statement. I wanted to see him. All of him. But it was clear he wasn’t ready for something like that. His hand cupped my pussy, teasing me with soft massages through my damp cotton underwear.
