He’d pictured himself doing that to her for real, and it got him rock hard.
He reached around and undid the fastener, then pulled it off, tossing the bra on the floor with her shirt. Her breast fell free, soft and round and the perfect size as his hand closed over one as he leaned forward taking her down on the bed, flat on her back. His mouth trailed down from her throat to her breast as he squeezed with his hand. And then his mouth was at her nipple, sucking so hard her back arched off the bed. That only drove him on further, sending an urgent instinctive need to take her, driving him on. He’d never felt it this badly before.
But he fought it; beat it down, refusing to rush this, wanting to take his time with her, to savor every inch of her incredibly soft skin.
She moaned and writhed beneath him. He slid to the bottom of the bed and stood, yanking her boots off, and then his hands were at the waist of her jeans, undoing them and yanking them down her legs and off.
Red lace hit his eyes, and he paused, staring. Goddamn, she was beautiful, lying there almost naked, nothing but that scrap of barely there red lace.
Prettiest thing he’d ever seen.
He stripped his own clothes off, and then stood there at the foot of the bed, just looking at her. His eyes finally made it all the way up to her face to see that her eyes were trailing down his body, taking him in.
She writhed on the bed, one knee bending, and the bottom of her foot sliding over the bedspread in a seductive way that had the blood rushing from his head.
***
Jessie stared up at Ghost, taking in all the beautiful muscled body that had just been revealed to her. He was gorgeous. He stood there just taking her in, and her body ached for his touch, wanted his warm body stretched back on top of her, skin on skin.
She slid her foot along the bed, trying to entice him back.
A moment later, she gasped as his hands closed around her ankles, and he pulled her across the bedspread to him. She went sliding down the bed. And then he
was kneeling, his hands going to her lace panties and pulling them down her legs and off.
His warm hands landed on the inside of both thighs, just above her knees, parting her legs to him, and then they slowly slid upward, his eyes boring into hers.
Her breathing accelerated at the look he was giving her as she was laid out before him, open and vulnerable. Her chest rose and fell, her breasts quivering with the movement, and he didn’t miss it.
“You scared, Jess?”
She shook her head, rolling it on the bedspread.
“I don’t want you to be scared of me, sweetheart.”
“I’m not.”
His palms reached the apex of her thighs, and then his thumbs were brushing over her. At the first soft graze, her back arched, her hips lifting in offering, wanting more.
He stroked over her again, a barely there touch that drove her insane.
“Ghost,” she moaned.
“You like that?”
She nodded. “God, yes.”
“Touch your breasts for me,” he ordered, his voice deep.
She lifted her hands to squeeze them in a kneading motion.
He kept stroking her. “Play with your nipples. Pinch them.”
She did, moaning, her head going back. And then his mouth was on her, his tongue driving her insane as he lapped and sucked until she was thrashing on the bed. He didn’t let up; he held her thighs wide as he tortured her over and over with his mouth until she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please, baby. Please.”
And then he really got serious, toying with her clit in a rapid-fire motion that had her crashing over into a huge orgasm, crying out.