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She kept her eyes open, not wanting to miss a second of the experience.
Ghost felt his heart beating in his chest as the anticipation of seeing Rayne naked, of getting inside her, pressed down on him. He couldn’t remember being this excited to see a woman without her clothes on in a long, long time…probably since he was about fifteen years old.
His lips touched hers and Ghost put his right hand on her face while his left arm kept him propped up over Rayne. Their tongues tangled together as they re-learned the taste of each other’s mouths. He caressed her cheek with his thumb as their heads tilted one way, then the other as they devoured each other.
Ghost drew back and swallowed hard. He wanted to rush it. He wanted to be inside this amazing woman more than he wanted to breathe, but he didn’t want to spook her, and perhaps more importantly, he wanted to give her romance. This might be a one-time thing, but the romantic part of him, usually buried deep, wanted to make this night one she’d remember for a long time.
“You taste like mint.”
Ghost grinned down at Rayne. “So do you.” After a beat, he asked, “You all right?”
Rayne nodded. “I’m good.”
“Comfortable?”
“Uh-huh, why?”
“Because I have a feeling you’re going to be on your back for a while.”
Rayne laughed a little nervously and brought her hand up to grasp his biceps, noting absently that her fingertips didn’t come close to touching as she wrapped her hand around him. “I am?”
“Yeah.”
“I didn’t really picture you as a missionary-style man.”
Ghost leaned down and kissed her jaw without answering. Then he moved to nip and lick at the skin right by her ear. He shifted and took her lobe between his teeth, sucking lightly and caressing her with his tongue. Finally he shifted his lips so he could whisper into Rayne’s ear. “I’m a missionary man, a doggy-style man, a reverse-cowgirl man, and any other position I can get. I want you, any way I can get you, and I’m planning on using every minute of our night to keep you satisfied. But I want to start by feasting…and the best position for that is you, on your back. Understand?”
Her quick inhalation was answer enough. Ghost lifted his head and Rayne could see his eyes were dark with lust. His hand ran from her cheek down her chest, over her erect nipple to her waist. Without breaking eye contact, he lifted her tank top and eased his hand underneath it.
Neither of them said a word as Ghost’s hand slowly slid up and covered her breast. She wasn’t wearing a bra and his hand covered her completely and he squeezed.
Rayne shifted under him, feeling herself get wet at his confident touch.
“I can’t wait to see these beauties,” Ghost murmured reverently. “You’re so soft and your nipple is begging for my touch.”
“Ghost, please.”
“Please what, Princess?”
He was smiling down at her, clearly enjoying her restless movements under him, knowing his touch was turning her on.
“Touch me.”
“I am touching you.”
“Ghost…” His name came out as a whine and Rayne was mortified as soon as the word left her mouth. She shouldn’t have worried though.
“God, I love hearing you lose your mind. And I haven’t even gotten started. Lift your arms. Let’s get this tank off.”
Rayne hesitated for a second. This was it. If she was going to back out, now was the time.
But the moment the thought entered her head, she dismissed it. She wanted Ghost. He’d been a gentleman all day. He’d protected her when they were out and about and he had a funny side hidden under his gruff exterior. He’d done nothing but reassure her he wasn’t going to do anything she didn’t want to do, and even if it made her similar to one of those stupid women in horror movies, she was going to trust him.
She lifted her arms.
Ghost took a deep breath and relaxed as Rayne finally raised her arms to give him the go-ahead to remove her tank. He’d wondered for a
Ghost felt his heart beating in his chest as the anticipation of seeing Rayne naked, of getting inside her, pressed down on him. He couldn’t remember being this excited to see a woman without her clothes on in a long, long time…probably since he was about fifteen years old.
His lips touched hers and Ghost put his right hand on her face while his left arm kept him propped up over Rayne. Their tongues tangled together as they re-learned the taste of each other’s mouths. He caressed her cheek with his thumb as their heads tilted one way, then the other as they devoured each other.
Ghost drew back and swallowed hard. He wanted to rush it. He wanted to be inside this amazing woman more than he wanted to breathe, but he didn’t want to spook her, and perhaps more importantly, he wanted to give her romance. This might be a one-time thing, but the romantic part of him, usually buried deep, wanted to make this night one she’d remember for a long time.
“You taste like mint.”
Ghost grinned down at Rayne. “So do you.” After a beat, he asked, “You all right?”
Rayne nodded. “I’m good.”
“Comfortable?”
“Uh-huh, why?”
“Because I have a feeling you’re going to be on your back for a while.”
Rayne laughed a little nervously and brought her hand up to grasp his biceps, noting absently that her fingertips didn’t come close to touching as she wrapped her hand around him. “I am?”
“Yeah.”
“I didn’t really picture you as a missionary-style man.”
Ghost leaned down and kissed her jaw without answering. Then he moved to nip and lick at the skin right by her ear. He shifted and took her lobe between his teeth, sucking lightly and caressing her with his tongue. Finally he shifted his lips so he could whisper into Rayne’s ear. “I’m a missionary man, a doggy-style man, a reverse-cowgirl man, and any other position I can get. I want you, any way I can get you, and I’m planning on using every minute of our night to keep you satisfied. But I want to start by feasting…and the best position for that is you, on your back. Understand?”
Her quick inhalation was answer enough. Ghost lifted his head and Rayne could see his eyes were dark with lust. His hand ran from her cheek down her chest, over her erect nipple to her waist. Without breaking eye contact, he lifted her tank top and eased his hand underneath it.
Neither of them said a word as Ghost’s hand slowly slid up and covered her breast. She wasn’t wearing a bra and his hand covered her completely and he squeezed.
Rayne shifted under him, feeling herself get wet at his confident touch.
“I can’t wait to see these beauties,” Ghost murmured reverently. “You’re so soft and your nipple is begging for my touch.”
“Ghost, please.”
“Please what, Princess?”
He was smiling down at her, clearly enjoying her restless movements under him, knowing his touch was turning her on.
“Touch me.”
“I am touching you.”
“Ghost…” His name came out as a whine and Rayne was mortified as soon as the word left her mouth. She shouldn’t have worried though.
“God, I love hearing you lose your mind. And I haven’t even gotten started. Lift your arms. Let’s get this tank off.”
Rayne hesitated for a second. This was it. If she was going to back out, now was the time.
But the moment the thought entered her head, she dismissed it. She wanted Ghost. He’d been a gentleman all day. He’d protected her when they were out and about and he had a funny side hidden under his gruff exterior. He’d done nothing but reassure her he wasn’t going to do anything she didn’t want to do, and even if it made her similar to one of those stupid women in horror movies, she was going to trust him.
She lifted her arms.
Ghost took a deep breath and relaxed as Rayne finally raised her arms to give him the go-ahead to remove her tank. He’d wondered for a
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