Chapter Thirteen
Nomi
Ghost was tough to figure out. He was always trying to feed me.
I thought at first it was because he wasn’t sure how humans did the whole eating thing, but after making it clear I could, in fact, feed myself, he hadn’t stopped trying.
I think if given the option, he’d hold my cup and help me take sips, too.
The disappointment that swept his face and body every time I denied him the chance to hand-feed me was like kicking a damn puppy. I couldn’t do it. I was wracked with guilt whenever I denied the gorgeous Horseman anything.
But this kiss…
This kiss I wanted more than air in my lungs.
My eagerness matched his, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, while my grasping fingers sunk into his silky white hair.
For a guy who skulked around invisible everywhere he went and barely put three words together, he kissed like he did it all day, every day.
Every swipe of his lips and tongue was ferocious and hungry.
It ignited every nerve inside me. He savaged my mouth, and it was so damn good.
These soul-stealing kisses could put a spell on a girl and lead to horrible, life-altering choices. His kiss was a drug.
And then he groaned.
The sound of it struck me like a thousand bolts of lightning, lighting me up from the inside out. It was soft but so full of need, and I’d never felt so wanted, so desired. Because this guy didn’t make sounds unless they meant something.
And this one definitely meant something.
I couldn’t breathe when his lips left mine. I nearly chased his mouth and whined for him to come back, but I wasn’t given the chance. He bent his head and sucked on my neck, then trailed kisses down to my collarbone.
I melted into a pile of girl goo. I’d never gotten wet over a kiss, but I’d also never had this much brewing tension with anyone in my life.
“You taste as sweet as the cookies you make, little wisp,” came his throaty utterance, and if I thought his groan made my panties wet, it didn’t come close to that one sentence.
I swallowed a wanting sound and clung to him.
His mouth whispered across my breasts, his hands sliding down my sides.
I nearly squeaked—me, a motherfucking thirty-plus-year-old woman—when he grabbed under both of my thighs and hoisted me in his arms. His eyes shot up to mine, face hovering over my cleavage. It was a fantasy come to life.
I couldn’t control the quaking in my body no matter how hard I tried.
My heart thundered and my face felt as though it’d burst into flames at any moment.
I was pinned to a bookcase like a heroine in one of my smutty stories, except the shelf was digging into my back and I had nothing clever or thoughtful to say about it aside from this was awesome.
“Can I keep kissing you, little wisp?” he asked, his full-throttle motorcycle voice going straight to the needy thing between my thighs.
I licked my lips and nodded. “There?”
My voice didn’t sound anything like me. It’d gotten all soft and raspy. I didn’t even know if I was breathing like a normal person anymore. I couldn’t get enough air in my lungs, and my head felt faint.
A barely-there smile tilted his mouth. “Everywhere.”
Oh, fuck. Devious smile unlocked. Naughty Ghost obtained.
I was a goddamn collector now in everything sexy Horseman, and I wasn’t even sorry.
The gap from silent and staring to adorable puppy to devious devil was absolutely insane.
I was at real risk of becoming that girl who begged a guy to do whatever he wanted as long as he kept touching her.
“Sure,” was my very witty reply. You’d never know I was a writer.
If he thought it was dumb, he didn’t let it stop him. His tongue dipped out and dragged across the top of my breast, giving me a visual I never thought I needed. But I did. Holy hell, I needed it as much as his kisses.
When he pressed forward to suck, a hiss escaped me. The shelf had dug in just enough to hurt and make me regret my inability to control my damn mouth. He froze and slanted his head in question.
“Sorry, the shelf,” I tried to say, but my voice was still breathless and soft and totally ridiculous.
Without understanding how it happened, I was suddenly on the bed I’d woken up in. Ghost was braced over me, his eyes taking a casual stroll to where my chest heaved in desperate pants.
“Better?”
I blinked at him. “Yes?”
I wasn’t sure what he was asking. My brain had stopped functioning properly when he fucked my mouth with his tongue like it was his harbinger of the apocalypse superpower.
My shirt was tugged up, my bra exposed, and then his mouth was on me again like he’d never left. I sucked in a sharp breath, hyper-aware of the weight shifting between my open legs.
He was insanely tall and had muscles, but for some reason, it was surprising how much his body weighed down mine. How much of a fragile woman I felt under him.
I couldn’t see anything past his shiny white hair, but I felt everything.
The languid stroke of his tongue, the creeping slide of his hands along my sides, the gentle tug of the fabric around my breasts before they were exposed to the cool air.
Every moment was a struggle to breathe. Ghost was slow and sensual in ways I’d never experienced.
Every guy I’d been with barely bothered with foreplay—and when they did, it wasn’t to elicit anything from me.
It was all for them. But the way he touched me was like he wanted to see where I felt it most. Any time my body or breath gave me away, Ghost went back to the same spot and action, testing it again.
My back curved when his mouth trailed down my stomach, dropping whispery kisses, nibbling softly, and sucking on my skin like he couldn’t get enough. It was a slow worship that made every part of me responsive. Absolute torture, but in the best way.
His hands went to my jeans, and then his eyes were flicking back up to mine again. His face didn’t give him away, but I caught the hunger in his stare. Others would miss it. I couldn’t, because my own need was staring back at him.
“Can I touch you here, too?” he asked, his fingers teasing the waistline of my jeans.
I bit my lower lip, sucking at the air like a goddamn fish. “Yes. Please.”
Maybe I should’ve been ashamed I was jumping the bones of a guy meant to kill me and who, until yesterday, planned to leave me to die, but I didn’t. I wanted anything he’d give. I didn’t want to miss my chance.
I’d met terrible men before and had been damaged by them. Ghost wasn’t one of them, and I was willing to die on that motherfucking hill.
His mouth kicked up, and that grin alone was a shot straight to my pussy.
It didn’t take him long to get my pants off me or to hover and wait for another sign I was more than willing to do this.
I nodded, and he yanked my panties down my legs like a goddamn pro, his eyes tracing my naked skin as though he hoped to memorize every inch of it.
His hands glided down my legs first before his mouth followed. My head fell back as he took the same languid, intoxicatingly slow approach to the new expanse of skin as he had my stomach. I couldn’t hear anything over the hard pound of my pulse and gasping breaths I sucked in.
I jolted when my legs went over his shoulders and his tongue left a hot trail of sensation on the inside of my thigh, knowing how dangerously close he was to fulfilling a personal fantasy of mine. One I’d been dreaming about since I set my eyes on him between those buildings.
I couldn’t help it. I needed to watch.
I went onto my elbows just as Ghost’s head dipped and he took his first taste of me.
My head fell back into a heady moan. Because it wasn’t a shy lick.
It was a hungry, all-consuming one. His rumbling groan set fire to my nerves, and then he was sucking and licking and devouring me like I was the best treat he’d tasted in a timeless existence.
My hands sunk into his hair and gripped handfuls, already too close to coming. The tension inside me was at a dangerous level, building with every stroke, so close to snapping. And when he groaned again and thrust his tongue inside, I came undone.
“Limos!” I curved off the bed, shuddering, world exploding and bursting into pieces and shattering my body with it.
I’d never come so hard or so fast.
I was shaky as I dragged the gorgeous Horseman up my body for a kiss.
I tasted myself on him, but it only made me want more.
I drove my tongue into his mouth, and his arousal settled and pressed between us.
I reached down for it, hoping to shatter his world the same way he had mine, but his hand caught my wrist and pinned it to the bed next to my head.
“I can’t touch you?” I whispered against his lips, trying to temper the disappointment I felt. I’d hate to push him into anything he didn’t want to do, but the idea that I couldn’t have my fun, too, was depressing.
I’d never seen him look uncomfortable. I hadn’t been aware someone like Ghost could feel that way, and it immediately worried me. Fuck, I’d caused that. I’d pushed him without meaning to.
You’re better than this, Nomi. Consent is essential, supernatural man or not.
Ashamed, I started to say, “I’m sorry—”
But his voice cut in before I could fully apologize. “I’ve never…”
I stared at him, confused. “Never what?”
His gorgeous eyes peered down at me from close enough that I could see all the beautiful shades of red in his irises. “Any of this.”
My eyes widened, finally getting it. My gorgeous harbinger was a virgin. Holy fucking hell. And he wanted to do this with me? There wasn’t a word for how amazing that made me feel.
“Oh…but you…” I was still numb after my life-altering orgasm, so words were hard.
To be fair, words had been a lot harder than they should’ve been since meeting him.
“You just rocked my world, Ghost. You don’t have anything to worry about, I promise.
We’ll figure it all out together. I’ll help you. ”
Big words for a woman who didn’t have much experience outside the fantasy fiction she read on how to bang a supernatural dude, but I’d had sex a few times with human guys.
Granted, those times weren’t anything close to this, but it was just a matter of figuring out what worked.
I was more than willing to try it out and see where we landed.
For the plot!
I wiggled the hand he was holding, staring at him. “I won’t do anything you don’t like,” I assured him, voice hoarse and shamefully wispy. Your girl here sounded extra needy. “If it’s too much, I’ll stop.”
His smile took my breath away. “I don’t think that will be our problem, little wisp.”
Okay, damn. Wow. This gorgeous guy was laying claim to my heart one smile at a time, and I couldn’t pretend to be mad about it.
“So…I can touch you?” I asked searchingly, desperate to make him feel as good as he made me feel. Well, and to undress him. I needed to see those abs before I died, dammit.
“Soon,” was all he said before kissing me again, his mouth working me into pliant goo under him.
He slid the shirt off me, then searched for a way to remove my bra. I bit my lower lip to keep from laughing after the briefest joining of his eyebrows in confused frustration. It always felt like such a win to see his expression change at all.
“It unclasps at the back,” I told him.
I hadn’t expected him to turn me over onto my stomach or for him to then straddle my ass, massive erection locked and loaded against me. So, when he did, the breath whooshed out of me in surprise.
His hands were quick to undo the clasp, and with a little awkward effort, I eased my bra off before throwing it over the side of the bed like I never cared if I found it again.
When I tried to turn over, he kept me pinned in place and brushed my hair to the side.
His mouth ghosted down my neck, and I gasped.
It continued to travel across my shoulders and spine, his tongue marking every notch.
Another surprised breath left me as his tongue and weight shifted lower.
I was completely naked under him, and he took his time paying special attention to every patch of skin, every freckle, every scar my father left behind, and every dip and curve.
His teeth scraped over my ass and down the back of my thighs.
By then I was quivering with barely withheld lust.
No one had ever done anything like this. It was nothing short of worship, and I wasn’t used to only receiving. If anything, I was the one who was always happy to give.
Desperate, I tried to roll onto my back again, but Ghost’s arm went under my waist and put me onto all fours. The length of his body pressed into mine from behind and I stiffened, another shuddering breath escaping me.
I was ridiculously unprepared for this level of attention. My heart was threatening to break through my chest and my pulse was scattered and out of control.
Questing fingers glided closer to my pussy, then one teased my clit. Sensation rocketed through me and a needy whimper spilled from my mouth, my body bucking and fighting the spike of pleasure.
“You like this spot,” his wildly deep voice murmured next to my ear. “You make the best sounds whenever I touch it.”
“Oh shit!” I cursed as his finger circled around it.
I’d gotten so used to him talking so little that I wasn’t ready for the filthy things he said when that mouth of his opened. Somehow, they were ten times hotter than anything I’d ever heard or read. Because Ghost didn’t waste his breath on things he didn’t mean.
I pushed back into him, rubbing myself on the hard length in his pants, and relished the little groan that echoed next to my ear. His finger worked faster, stroking my clit before sliding between my wet folds.
For a virgin, he certainly knew his way around a woman’s body.
It no longer seemed important to keep my faux modesty. I’d always been a bit naughty. I liked it in my reading, and I especially liked it right now. I wanted him to fuck me before I lost my mind.
Reaching back, I yanked on his pants and pleaded with him. “Please don’t make me wait, Ghost. I need you inside me.”