Page 62 of Ghost

“And when did that come about?”

“Earlier today, when Dagger stopped by to see Zeke.” I shrugged. “We got to talking about the boys and one thing led to another.”

“You didn’t think to mention it?”

“You were busy, and I didn’t want to bother you.”

“Is that right?”

“Well, I might’ve had another motive.”

“And what’s that?”

“I wanted to spend some time alone with you.”

As I looked at him, I thought about all the times when I wanted him to touch me, kiss me, and I was tired of waiting for the perfect moment. There was just one problem. Sutton wasn’t going to make a move until he knew I was truly ready to take that next step.

It was time for me to let him know just how ready I really was. There was just one problem. I would have to make the first move, and that was something I’d never done before. It terrified me, but seeing how incredibly hot he looked and feeling that need building in the pit of my stomach made it a little easier to take the risk.

I stood, and my eyes locked on his as I said, “We’ve got something good here.” His eyes were trained on mine, watching intently as I started to slowly unbutton my blouse. “I know it. You know it.”

Once I’d unclasped the last button, I let it fall to the floor and then started on the button of my jeans as I told him, “I know you didn’t want to mess it up by rushing things, and I get that. I don’t want to mess it up either.

I lowered my pants to the floor, leaving only my black lace panties and bra as I whispered, “But I’m tired of waiting... I want this Sutton. I want you.”

For several seconds, he didn’t move. He simply stood there staring at me, and I feared that I’d made the wrong move until he growled, “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure.”

With that, he advanced towards me with a wild, hungry look in his eyes. It was finally going to happen. It was a moment I’d dreamed about for months, and I couldn’t believe it was actually happening. Sutton stopped just inches from me as he said, “You’re gorgeous…. absolutely gorgeous.”

The way he looked at me made me feel beautiful and alive, like I was a treasure, his treasure. I placed the palm of my hand on his cheek as I pleaded, “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

A spark of desire flashed in his eyes as he crashed his mouth down on mine. His fingertips sent a jolt of excitement rushing through my veins as they roamed across my body. His rough hands slid across my skin with a reverence and possessiveness that ignited my entire body with a needful ache.

I moaned against his lips, holding on tightly as the whirlwind of heat and desire flooded through me. His tongue swept inside my mouth, claiming me as his as he tasted me. I felt his passion pouring into me as his fingertips twisted tightly in my hair, pulling me firmly to his lips.

He slowed for a moment as he kissed me long and deep, taking my bottom lip between his teeth as he seduced me with his skillful mouth. I’d never felt so desired. I was utterly lost in him. I was in a haze of hormones and lust, and I couldn’t get enough.

A needful moan escaped my mouth as I pressed my body against his. Being so close to him felt like finally coming home after being lost for so long. His strong hands lifted me effortlessly into his arms as he carried me over to the sofa. As soon as my feet touched the floor, he reached for the hem of his t-shirt. He looked at me teasingly as he slowly, painstakingly pulled it over his head, revealing his chiseled abs.

He grinned mischievously as he watched my eyes wander to the perfect V peeking out from the waistband of his jeans. He tossed his t-shirt to the floor, the smirk never leaving his lips as he lowered his hands to the button of his jeans. His blue eyes darkened with need as he watched my reactions to him.

He wasn’t taking his time out of vanity. He knew how long I’d been waiting for him, and he was keeping his word. He was making this night something we’d never forget. And it was working. The heat and desire building within me was evident with every moan and gasp, and he reveled in it.

I watched eagerly as he freed himself from his jeans and boxers, letting them fall to his ankles before kicking them to the side. My mouth fell open slightly as I watched him take his thick length in his hand. His voice was deep and raspy as he asked, “Do you have any idea how many times I thought about having you like this?”

I didn’t respond.

I couldn’t.

He stood before me in all his glory, and all I could do was stare in awe at the curves and ripples of his perfectly defined chest. He was so unbelievably handsome. It was hard to believethat this was really happening, and it wasn’t just a dream. I needed to make sure, so I took a slight step toward him and placed the tips of my fingers on the intricate ink that marked his chest, trailing the lines of his tattoos.

One led into the next, and I wondered what each of them meant to him, but I didn’t take the time to ask. Instead, I lifted myself up on my tiptoes, and just before I kissed him, I whispered, “I thought about it, too. So many times.”

The gentle kiss quickly became hungry and demanding. Sutton’s hands were on my body, roaming, squeezing, pulling me tightly against his muscular frame. I felt myself being led backward as his strong hands slid up my back, releasing the clasp of my bra. When my calves met the sofa, he slowly lowered me down on the cushions and tossed my bra to the side. My breath became ragged as my body begged impatiently for his next touch.

He looked down at me, smiling appraisingly as he watched my breasts rise and fall with each heaving breath. I gasped as his fingertips gripped my thighs, and he parted my legs to sink between them. His soft lips hungrily dropped to my breast, raking his tongue across my taut nipple. I could hear my uneven breaths echoing through the room as his hand slowly slid between my legs.

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