Page 52 of Ghost

He inched her back, separating their mouths.“We shouldn’t do this.”Even as he spoke the words, he wanted to draw them back in.

Her heavy-lidded eyes blinked.Her blue irises lit with liquid fire.Her lips were plump and full.Her chest rose and fell.“Oh.Right.”Her hands slid away from him.

He caught her fingers.“What?”

She tilted her head with an air of humor.“I won’t beg, don’t worry.”

His earlier words rang through his mind:I wouldn’t fuck you if you begged.

He cupped her neck, forcing her to look at him and wanting to kick his idiot self in the ass.“That’s not what I mean.”

She moved out of his hold.“It’s fine.”

He muttered a curse and seized her biceps.“I want you.I fucking wanted you the minute I saw your face.”

She wet her lips.“Then why don’t you want me now?”

The basic question shook him.He’d never been speechless.Never been so fucking torn or stuck.But the fact remained: he couldn’t have something so sweet.

Mila’s hand slid to his neck.Her soft floral scent mixed with his shampoo filled his brain.

“I do,” he rasped.

Fuck it.

He anchored his arm around her waist and pulled her to straddle his lap.

A breathy squeak escaped from her throat, exciting him more.Diving his hand through the strands at her nape, he took her mouth in his.

Every muscle in his body spasmed.Need spiraled through him, stealing his common sense.She responded like someone without air suddenly being infused with oxygen.Her tongue danced with his, her hot flavor tempting his tastebuds.She thrust her hips, grinding her sex over his throbbing cock.

All the blood in his brain rushed south.Pounding, urgent need drove him wild.Her hands roamed across his chest and down his waist, making every cell respond in the process.He slid his palms over her ass.So damn perfect.

She moaned, pressing the heat between her legs against his shaft.

He let out a guttural groan.Sweeping his hand to the front of her pants, he slipped his fingers into her panties.She tensed and gripped his shoulders while panting against his tongue.

He touched her folds.Slick, wet, and fucking ready.

But he wasn’t.Not yet.

He needed to feel her.To drive her as out of her mind as he was right now.He plunged two fingers inside her and she spasmed.

Mila’s lips broke away, and she pressed her forehead to his.“Oh my god,” she wheezed, as he worked his fingers in and out.

Her flesh throbbed and clenched around his digits, her walls tight and beautifully ridged.She’d feel like heaven once his dick was balls deep.

“Wait,” she hissed.“I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”

“Come, Mila.”He sunk deeper, cupping her clit with his palm and grinding there.

She gasped.Her pelvis jolted forward and back, fucking his hand.He gave her what she wanted, more pressure, more speed.

She cried out, bucking wildly on top of him.His cock stretched to the max watching her, listening to her throaty moans.

“More, Ghost,” she pleaded.

He pumped his hand harder.