Page 77 of The Ghost of You

I pull him by his shirt so he collapses on top of me.

I just want more of him.

More kisses.

More smiles.

More everything.

I push him over and roll on top of him, grinding over his hips as I do it.

He pulls me down so I am flush on top of him as he goes back to devour my lips.

His hands roam over my ass as he pushes me further into him.

I have never been more turned on in my life and I want nothing more than to give this man everything.

But then it hits me that we haven’t said a word to each other.

I try to pull away but he flips me over and cages me in with his arms.

He gives me a slow, lascivious kiss before pulling away. “What’s wrong?”

I shake my head. “Nothing. It’s just—what is happening?”

He bends down and places a brief kiss to my lips. “I was wrong.”

“Wrong?”

He brushes an errant strand of hair away from my face. “I never should have told you no. I never should have let you go on that date with Mason. I should have made you mine from that first night we almost kissed.”

I blush at his words. “What made you change your mind?”

“Seeing you with Mason hurt more than I thought. He told me I was an idiot for not trying with you. And he was right. I was just too blind from what happened with my marriage that I couldn’t see what was right in front of me.”

“And what was that?” I ask as I bite my lip.

“That you are all I need.”

He doesn’t let me answer before he dives back in for my lips. And I don’t mind one bit. I never thought he would let go of what was holding him back. But he finally did and now I get to see what it is like to have him in my arms.

And it’s like heaven.

I don’t even know how long we make out. I feel like a teenager. He pulls away from me at some point and I yawn.

He laughs. “Am I boring you?”

I shake my head and smile. “No.”

“Are you tired?”

I try to hold back another yawn but it sneaks past me.

He nuzzles his face into my neck. “I am keeping you up all night. You have to work tomorrow morning. You should get some rest.”

He tries to stand up but I pull him back down. “Stay.”

“Are you sure?”

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