Then he forced himself to look away from me.
“Is there something you want to watch? You can take my bedroom for the night if you're tired.”
I felt panicked suddenly, not wanting the night to end so quickly. It felt like it was only just beginning.
“N…no. Not yet. I mean, I don’t want to go to sleep yet. Is it okay if I hang out here for a while? Unless you want me to go…”
“It’s okay,” he said and scooted over to make space for me on the couch.
I sat down beside him, our bodies close together and I ran a hand nervously through my damp hair. I wished I could just be normal with him, but I couldn’t. Not after that kiss. Not when I’d almost pleasured myself in the shower thinking about him.
“Have you ever done this before?” I asked, glancing at him shyly.
“Sat on the couch?”
I suppressed a smile.
“No, invited a girl to stay at your place.”
“I haven’t met another girl under these circumstances, so no.”
“Have you ever had anyone else staying here with you?”
“What are you trying to ask, Mercy?” he said in a voice that sounded slightly bemused.
I blushed again. He could see right through me.
“I guess I’m asking if you ever had a girl, like were you in a relationship.”
He’d asked me about Jake, so it was only fair that I asked him about his past relationships, right?
Ghost leaned back in the couch and looked up at the ceiling.
“No. I guess I haven’t. Not the kind where I’ve asked someone to move in with me.”
I recognized the prickling feelings of joy. No girl had ever felt special to him, but did that mean he was incapable of feeling that way about someone?
And biggest question of all - how did that affect me?
“Yeah, I guess it’s for the best. Relationships are tricky and complicated,” I said.
Ghost was looking at me while I spoke, while I tried to remain neutral. But it was difficult to do that while he stared at me, studying me with those intensely brown eyes.
“Especially if you’re not able to open up and be honest and be your true self, you know? Like if you’re putting on a show for the other person then…” I was speaking too fast and too much, but Ghost leaned toward me.
“Stop talking,” he commanded before he covered my mouth with his. This time, I knew what I wanted. I wanted him.
* * *
His tongue was in my mouth and I groaned with delight as he pushed me back in the couch and covered my body with his.
This time, he wasn’t going to let me be on top. He was going to be in complete control, and the more he touched me—pulling the shirt out of the jeans, undoing the belt—the wetter I got between my legs. He pushed the shirt up, revealing my heaving torso.
With a smack, he pulled his mouth away from mine and I was breathing heavily, hoping he would just kiss me again. But he lowered his head down to my breasts, slowly this time…tugging at my bra with his teeth.
I moved underneath him, pinned to the couch as he pulled one bra cup away and my left breast popped out. He took my pink stiff nipple in his mouth and sucked hard on it. I quivered and groaned, thrusting my hips up toward him because I wanted more.
With his other hand, he cupped my right breast, squeezing and kneading it, rolling the nipple between his fingers. My body was on fire. I was slick with my own cream. I moaned, begging him to take his pants off. I didn’t care what he thought of me, if this was crossing a line. All I wanted was his cock inside me.
I reached into his pants, pushing my hand in while he teased my nipples. Licking and sucking and squeezing. My hand moved down till I could feel the heat and strength of his big cock.
I nearly squealed with joy. I’d fantasized about how big he might be, and my fantasy wasn’t an exaggeration. There was something about Ghost that told me he was a man with a big cock, and my instincts were right.
My hand inched down further till I was able to cup him. He pulled his mouth away from my nipples to look into my eyes.
“Do you know how fuckin’ hot you are?” he growled like it was a serious question. Did he want me to answer it?
“Uh…” I tried to think of the right answer but he groaned and tipped his head forward so he could suck on the side of my neck.
My eyes rolled back in my head. He licked my skin tenderly, while I started stroking him. His cock throbbed in my hand. It was growing bigger and harder. He was ready for me, and I was definitely ready for him. I was so wet I knew my panties were soaked.
“Please, take off my pants,” I begged as my head fell back with pleasure. He was licking and kissing my skin, down my throat and cleavage, playing with my nipples again.
Then I felt his hand reach for mine; he was pulling it out of his pants. Did he want me to stop? Had I taken it too far?
Shit. This wasn’t what he wanted. He was changing his mind?
But then he slowly started undoing my pants instead. I couldn’t help but smile at that. He didn’t want to stop. He wanted to touch me the way I had touched him.
The zip was down and he was about to peel my jeans off, but then we heard the phone ring. His cellphone. It had fallen off the coffee table to the floor.
Ghost glared at me with a dark anger in his eyes. I knew
