Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Ghost wasn’t accustomed to needing a woman like he needed air, but anytime he was near Diana Corbin, his body became hyperaware of her every breath and gesture. Of her scent, her expressions, the way she frowned when she was annoyed with him, the way her breathing changed when she was aroused.
She squeaked when he swept her into his arms and carried her to his bedroom. This house had two bedrooms on the lower floor and four upstairs. It wasn’t a huge house by modern standards, but the Johnsons had had a lot of kids and plenty of land, so they’d built on as need be.
Alex carried her to the bed and dropped her on it, crawling over her to kiss her thoroughly before he moved on. Her tongue was his, her mouth, her body pliable and soft beneath him.
She responded to every swipe of his tongue, every tug of his lips on hers.
Listening to her with Gannon tonight… it’d been everything he could do not to interfere sooner than he had. And maybe he’d jumped in too fast, but damn if he was letting Gannon get her alone.
Everyone thought Diana was an uppity, cold-hearted robot of a woman. Not him. He knew she burned hot beneath the mantle of ice.
Thing was, he wanted that heat for himself.
Without a word, they each knew when it was time for more because hands moved to buttons and hems. They stripped each other frantically, though he got there first when he tugged her jeans off and settled between her legs. His were still on but the fly was open. He’d lost his shirt though.
Diana propped herself on an elbow, her expression torn between hope and need. He spread her with his thumbs and licked her from bottom to top.
“Oh my God,” she groaned, falling back on the bed. “Why are you so good?”
“Because I like doing this to you.” Her tits stood at attention, firm nipples pointing toward the ceiling. He wanted to suck them, and he wanted to stay right where he was and make her beg for his tongue. “So fucking sweet,” he said, licking her again.
“Alex,” she gasped, fisting a hand in his hair. “Please don’t stop.”
“Don’t intend to.”
He sucked her clit, tugging firmly. Diana moaned, pulling harder on his hair. He didn’t mind the pain. Meant she was so into it she couldn’t think about anything but the pleasure he gave her.
He sucked and licked her clit in turns, sliding one finger into her tight channel and then another. He fucked her that way until she exploded beneath him, his name a sharp cry on her lips.
So fucking sweet, that sound.
He didn’t stop. He ate her again, driving her into another orgasm and then another before she pushed at his head and begged him to give her a break.
He crawled up her body, feeling smug, lavishing attention on those beautiful nipples while she lay boneless beneath him. Her fingers twirled in his hair, soft hands holding his head gently to her as she sighed and moaned.
Made him crazy with need.
When he couldn’t take another second, when his dick ached to be inside her, he reached for the box of condoms he kept in the nightstand. He’d never brought a woman back to this house, but he’d been prepared to. Just never found anyone he wanted in his space before.
He kicked off his jeans, got to his knees between her legs and rolled a condom on while she stared up at him with a dazed expression. He touched her pussy and she gasped, her eyes closing as she bit her bottom lip.
So fucking sensitive.
He stroked her slowly, building her up again.
“Alex,” she whispered, and his heart juddered at the way his name sounded. She reached for him, positioning him at her entrance, stroking his length in a way that sent a quiver through him.
“I still don’t like you,” she whispered, her gaze fixed on his. “Just so you know.”
He pushed forward until they both groaned. “I don’t like you either. Love this pussy though. So hot and wet, Princess. Perfect.”
He dropped to his elbows, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, her arms around his neck. “You’re kind of perfect yourself,” she said. “For a jerk.”
He laughed despite himself. Then he flexed his hips and pushed deeper.
“Oh my God,” she groaned. “Why you? Why?”
“Because I know how to please you. Because I believe your pleasure comes before mine. Because,” he said, pulling out and driving back in until he was seated deep and her back arched to display her tits to perfection. “This feels forbidden—and that makes it hotter.”
“So hot,” she gasped as he started to move with intention.
There was nothing but the two of them in the entire universe at that moment.
It was them, this bed, this room. They strained together, bodies seeking, tongues tangling and dancing, flesh shuddering with sensation.
Ghost was determined she would come first. He stroked into her long and hard, short and sharp, driving her to dizzying heights.
One moment she was climbing and the next she cried out, her body straining beneath him, limbs squeezing him tight, pussy walls milking his cock as she came, gasping and telling him not to stop.
When she subsided, he drove himself deep and detonated, his heart thudding as he poured himself into her. She put a hand on his cheek, stared into his eyes as he gave her that essential bit of himself. It was one of the most intimate moments he’d ever shared with anyone, though he couldn’t say why.
It was sex. Great sex, but just sex. So why did he feel this way?
He dropped his head to kiss her softly, then disentangled his body from hers and went into the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
When he returned, she was sitting up and gathering the clothes they’d scattered across the bed.
It wasn’t until she started to shrug into her bra that his brain kicked into gear, and he realized she was planning to leave.
And maybe she should, but he didn’t want her to.
“Do you need to go?” he asked.
She glanced up, arrested in the process of putting on her bra. “I don’t have to, but I think it’s probably best.”
He gently took the clothes from her and dropped them on the chest at the end of the bed. Then he climbed in beside her, back against the headboard, and pulled her to him until she draped an arm and a leg over his body.
“I think you should stay.”
She sighed, her fingers tracing the line of muscle beneath his pec. “For how long?”
“As long as you want.”
“Alex.”
“Yeah?”
“Be straight with me for a second. Do you want me to stay, and how long? Are we talking showering together and breakfast? Or are you hoping for another round before you send me on my way?”
He skimmed fingers down her arm, over her hip, back up again. “How about another round in a bit, then sleep, shower, and breakfast?”
She tilted her head back to look up at him. “Why?”
“Why?” Honestly, he didn’t know. Not that he intended to admit it.
“Because what we do together feels fantastic. I don’t do dirty secrets, Diana.
We’re supposed to be dating when we go to militia events, which means we should date now so nobody around here is suspicious when we spend time together—or go away for a weekend. ”
A line formed between her eyes. “Why do you have to make sense?”
“It’s what I do. Stay, because I’m not sneaking around like sex is illegal. Unless that’s what you want. I won’t like it, but I’ll do it if it makes things easier for you.”
Her mouth pressed to his shoulder, a soft kiss that sent a shiver through his body. “You’re strangely honorable for someone who doesn’t like me.”
“I don’t have to like you to respect you. But I’d be lying if I said you weren’t growing on me.”
He said it lightly, but it felt a lot more impactful than that.
He did like her. Mostly. He’d figured out that a big part of the problem was that they were too alike.
Take-charge loners with strong beliefs who wouldn’t be deterred from their objectives.
It created friction when they didn’t agree on how to do things.
It also made sex more exciting.
“You’re growing on me too,” she said softly. “But is it a good growth, like a pretty flowering vine? Or is it more of a fungus? That’s what I’m not sure about yet.”
He snorted. “Ball buster.”
“Neanderthal.”
“I like Magic Man better.”
“I bet you do.”