CHAPTER 4
GHOST
She saidkiss meand I stop fighting it.
I take her mouth hard, my hand fisting in her hair, tilting her head back so I can kiss her the way I've been wanting to since I first saw her. Deep. Demanding. My tongue sliding against hers while she moans and grabs at my shirt like she needs something to hold onto.
I've been holding back for two days. Watching her, wanting her, telling myself all the reasons I couldn't have her.
Fuck the reasons. Fuck all of it.
I grip her hips and spin her around, pressing her front against the door. She gasps as I crowd in behind her, my cock hard against her ass, my mouth hot at her ear.
"You have any idea what you've been doing to me?" I grind against her and she whimpers, her palms flat on the wood. "Two days. Two fucking days of watching you, wanting you, not being able to touch you."
"I know." Her voice is shaky. "I've been going crazy too."
I drag my teeth along the side of her neck, feeling her shiver. "Not anymore."
I reach around and unbutton her jeans, shoving my hand inside. She's soaked through her underwear, and when I slide my fingers through her folds she's slick and hot and ready.
"Christ." I press my forehead against the back of her head, trying to hold onto some shred of control. "You're dripping."
"Please." She pushes back against my hand. "I need you to touch me."
"I know what you need."
I find her clit and rub in tight circles, no teasing, no buildup. She's been waiting for this as long as I have and I'm done making us wait. She moans and her head falls back against my shoulder, her hips rocking into my hand.
"That's it." I work her clit faster, harder. "Let go. Come for me."
It doesn't take long. She's been wound so tight, and within a minute she's crying out, her whole body shaking, her pussy clenching around nothing while I rub her through it.
Before she's even finished I'm stripping her. Jeans shoved down her legs, underwear gone, shirt yanked over her head. I spin her around and look at her — flushed and panting in nothing but a white bra — and something primal roars to life in my chest.
Mine.
I unhook her bra and toss it aside, then pick her up. She wraps her legs around my waist and I carry her to the bed, dropping her onto the mattress. She lands on her back and looks up at me, her tits heaving, her eyes dark with want.
I pull my shirt over my head and watch her gaze rake down my body. My chest, my stomach, the tattoos covering my arms. She bites her lip and I have to remind myself to breathe.
I unbuckle my belt and shove my jeans down, kicking them aside. Her eyes drop to my cock and her thighs fall open wider, an instinct she doesn't even seem aware of.
I knee onto the bed, settling between her thighs. I can feel the heat of her, feel how wet she is against the head of my cock.
I push inside her in one long stroke.
We both groan. She's tight — so fucking tight — hot and wet and gripping me like she was made for this. I hold still for a second, buried to the hilt, giving her a moment to adjust.
"Okay?" I grit out.
"More." She digs her nails into my shoulders. "Give me more."
I pull back and drive into her hard, and she cries out, her back arching off the bed, her legs wrapping tighter around me. I do it again. And again. Setting a punishing pace while the headboard slams against the wall.
"Yes,yes, right there?—"
I hitch her leg higher, changing the angle, and she wails. I've found the spot that makes her see stars and I hit it over and over, watching her face contort with pleasure.
