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are?”
“Yeah, Princess. I feel like I’m fifteen again, standing next to Whitney Pumperfield under the bleachers at the football game.”
Rayne giggled, and Ghost continued with his made-up story. “She was a year younger than me, but she’d obviously been an early bloomer, because she had the finest set of tits I’d ever seen. And I wanted to get my hands on them…bad.”
“Go on…did you?”
“Oh yeah…” Ghost paused for dramatic effect. “She let me kiss her for a while and I thought I was so suave. I moved one of my hands under her crop top and slowly eased it upward. I went straight for her bra and pulled it down. I squeezed her voluptuous tit and felt her nipple stab into my palm.”
“And?” Rayne smiled and gestured for him to continue. “Don’t leave me hanging here!”
Ghost scooted closer to her and put his hand on her hip.
“And just as she moaned into my mouth, I blew in my pants and her best friend called her name from around the corner. She pulled away, and I lost my chance to do anything else with her.”
“You came just from touching her breast?”
“Princess, I was fifteen. And you didn’t see her tits.”
Rayne laughed again and immediately tried to hide it from him.
“Yeah, I can laugh about it now, but back then I was mortified and pissed all at once. I wanted to touch her…all over, but later that night her friend convinced her that I only wanted in her pants and she refused to go anywhere with me ever again.”
“ Did you only want in her pants?”
“You heard me say I was fifteen, right?” Ghost joked.
“Yeah, right, sorry.” She giggled at him.
Ghost thanked his lucky stars Rayne was finally relaxing. “As I said, right at this moment, I’m so turned on, I feel just like I did back then, standing with my hand on Whitney’s chest.” He moved his hand slowly up and down the side of Rayne’s body.
“Are you going to lose it when you touch my breast?”
“Hell no. I’ve had some practice in control since then.”
“Kiss me, Ghost.”
“With pleasure.” Ghost leaned forward and felt satisfaction pool in his gut when Rayne eased backward at his movement and lay on her back, opening herself up to him, looking into his eyes as if he was her first lover.
“I’m gonna kiss you, Princess. Then I’m gonna finally see what your gorgeous tits look like. I’ve been imagining it all afternoon. I know Whitney Pumperfield is gonna be a distant memory after seeing yours. Then I’m gonna strip off those god-awful purple pants and see if your legs are as long as they seemed today in that skirt.”
“Hey! My pants aren’t god-awful!”
Ghost ignored her protest and finished. “Then I’m gonna take you. I’m gonna take you soft and slow until you beg me to let you come. Then as you’re coming, I’m gonna take you hard and fast, until you can’t think of sex again without thinking about me. And Princess? I guarantee after tonight, you won’t think sex is awkward ever again. You’ll see what you’ve been missing all this time.”
He paused, waiting for her to say something, to stop him. When she didn’t move a muscle, not even to breathe, Ghost smiled down at her. “Oh yeah, Whitney has nothing on you.”
As he leaned down to kiss her, he was thrilled when Rayne arched up to meet his mouth. Thank Christ.
Chapter Eight
R ayne couldn’t believe she was about to have a one-night stand with a man she basically picked up in an airport. He was honestly the sexiest man she’d ever laid eyes on. Muscular arms, six-pack abs, a tattoo of some words on his left side…he could’ve been a model if it wasn’t for the variety of scars crisscrossing his torso. Scars notwithstanding, he was beautiful and she wanted her hands on him in the worst way. Why he seemed interested in plain ol’ her , she had no idea, but she wasn’t going to question it.
She wanted him. Bad. Rayne lifted her chin and licked her lips as Ghost’s head descended toward hers.
“Yeah, Princess. I feel like I’m fifteen again, standing next to Whitney Pumperfield under the bleachers at the football game.”
Rayne giggled, and Ghost continued with his made-up story. “She was a year younger than me, but she’d obviously been an early bloomer, because she had the finest set of tits I’d ever seen. And I wanted to get my hands on them…bad.”
“Go on…did you?”
“Oh yeah…” Ghost paused for dramatic effect. “She let me kiss her for a while and I thought I was so suave. I moved one of my hands under her crop top and slowly eased it upward. I went straight for her bra and pulled it down. I squeezed her voluptuous tit and felt her nipple stab into my palm.”
“And?” Rayne smiled and gestured for him to continue. “Don’t leave me hanging here!”
Ghost scooted closer to her and put his hand on her hip.
“And just as she moaned into my mouth, I blew in my pants and her best friend called her name from around the corner. She pulled away, and I lost my chance to do anything else with her.”
“You came just from touching her breast?”
“Princess, I was fifteen. And you didn’t see her tits.”
Rayne laughed again and immediately tried to hide it from him.
“Yeah, I can laugh about it now, but back then I was mortified and pissed all at once. I wanted to touch her…all over, but later that night her friend convinced her that I only wanted in her pants and she refused to go anywhere with me ever again.”
“ Did you only want in her pants?”
“You heard me say I was fifteen, right?” Ghost joked.
“Yeah, right, sorry.” She giggled at him.
Ghost thanked his lucky stars Rayne was finally relaxing. “As I said, right at this moment, I’m so turned on, I feel just like I did back then, standing with my hand on Whitney’s chest.” He moved his hand slowly up and down the side of Rayne’s body.
“Are you going to lose it when you touch my breast?”
“Hell no. I’ve had some practice in control since then.”
“Kiss me, Ghost.”
“With pleasure.” Ghost leaned forward and felt satisfaction pool in his gut when Rayne eased backward at his movement and lay on her back, opening herself up to him, looking into his eyes as if he was her first lover.
“I’m gonna kiss you, Princess. Then I’m gonna finally see what your gorgeous tits look like. I’ve been imagining it all afternoon. I know Whitney Pumperfield is gonna be a distant memory after seeing yours. Then I’m gonna strip off those god-awful purple pants and see if your legs are as long as they seemed today in that skirt.”
“Hey! My pants aren’t god-awful!”
Ghost ignored her protest and finished. “Then I’m gonna take you. I’m gonna take you soft and slow until you beg me to let you come. Then as you’re coming, I’m gonna take you hard and fast, until you can’t think of sex again without thinking about me. And Princess? I guarantee after tonight, you won’t think sex is awkward ever again. You’ll see what you’ve been missing all this time.”
He paused, waiting for her to say something, to stop him. When she didn’t move a muscle, not even to breathe, Ghost smiled down at her. “Oh yeah, Whitney has nothing on you.”
As he leaned down to kiss her, he was thrilled when Rayne arched up to meet his mouth. Thank Christ.
Chapter Eight
R ayne couldn’t believe she was about to have a one-night stand with a man she basically picked up in an airport. He was honestly the sexiest man she’d ever laid eyes on. Muscular arms, six-pack abs, a tattoo of some words on his left side…he could’ve been a model if it wasn’t for the variety of scars crisscrossing his torso. Scars notwithstanding, he was beautiful and she wanted her hands on him in the worst way. Why he seemed interested in plain ol’ her , she had no idea, but she wasn’t going to question it.
She wanted him. Bad. Rayne lifted her chin and licked her lips as Ghost’s head descended toward hers.
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