Page 92 of The Ghost of You

“I thought you wanted dirty tonight.”

He smiles as he shakes his head. “No, I just want you.”

He pulls me forward by the loops on my jeans and presses a soft kiss to my lips. My arms go around his neck as I slide my tongue into his mouth. His hands move around my hips and slowly work their way to my ass. His touches slow and deliberate like he wants to take his time. Every other time we have been together has been a rush. A push and pull, fire and ice. Like we couldn’t get to each other fast enough.

But this time is different. I can tell by his kiss, by his touch. This isn’t about release. This is about the pleasure that leads up to it.

His lips move from my mouth to my neck, leaving a trail of wet heat. My body feels like it’s on fire and he has barely touched me.

“I don’t want to move fast tonight, Anna. I want this to be slow. I want to taste every inch of your body. Feel every heartbeat. Cause every chill that goes down your spine.”

At his words, my entire body shudders because he isn’t a man that makes promises he doesn’t intend to keep.

“I never got to undress you last time. You did that on your own.” His fingers pull on the hem of my shirt, caressing my stomach. “But I want to be the one tonight to undress you. Feel the heat of your body on my fingers, feel the goosebumps across your flesh. I want to know what it feels like to wake up to you in the morning. To kiss your shoulder as you wipe the sleep from your eyes. To slide between your legs to see how much you want me even as you sleep.” I look into his eyes as his hand moves up to cup my face. “I want it all, Anna.”

I can’t hold back after that. Never has a man made me feel so treasured. Especially a man I have spent so little time with. My mouth latches on to his as I pour my own feelings into the kiss.

His hands move back to my jeans as he pushes them down over my hips and to the ground. He kneels as he helps me step out of my shoes and jeans. He makes his way to the apex of my thighs and inhales. I blush at the intimate gesture.

He makes his way back up my body, pulling my shirt over my head as he does. “You’re beautiful.”

Before I can say anything he captures my lips with his. I can taste the salt above his lips where he was sweating from the run.

His hands roam back down my body, unhooking my bra. He pulls me into him, my breasts pressing against his bare chest. And it feels so right. Me and him together. Everything that happened in my past is thrown out the window as I think about the future I could have with Noah. We are so different but so alike. I might be the creative type and him the intellectual but none of that matters. Our pasts are too similar to deny our connection. Our need to find a lasting love. And by no means am I in love with his man. But can I see it happening down the road? Absolutely. He makes me feel like I am the center of his universe.

Our slow kisses start to pick up steam as his hands slide under the sides of my red lace thong and cup my ass. His fingers make their way between my legs and I groan at the feeling, pressing harder into his body.

He bites on my lip as I grind into his hips. “You are so wet for me.”

I look up into his eyes and giggle. “I’ve been like this ever since you walked into the bar.”

“I wanted nothing more than to strip you out of your clothes then and slam your body against the back room door as I pounded into you over and over.”

His words cause a gush of wetness between my legs.

“You like it so much when I talk dirty.” His fingers pull out of me and I whimper. “But I remember you saying something about me going down on you again because I loved your pussy.”

I turn bright red. I know I shouldn’t be embarrassed especially since I already said it earlier but in this moment I can’t help but flush hearing my words repeated.

Noah lifts me up and sets me on the bathroom counter, lifting my ass to pull my thong off, before he puts my thighs over his shoulders and delves between my legs. I scream at his rough attack but only in the most pleasurable way.

He strikes me with his tongue, the scruff on his cheeks burning between my thighs. With every lick and bite he has my body seizing up, flushing, goosebumps everywhere. I let out a wild scream as he brings me to an intense orgasm.

He pulls my legs off his shoulders. He stands up and removes his running shorts as he wraps my legs around his hips. He nuzzles into my neck before nipping at my ear. “Officer McDreamy at your service.”

I throw my head back and laugh as he picks me up and carries me into the shower, servicing me in the best way.

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I siton the kitchen counter as Noah makes me breakfast. Somehow I convinced Seraphina to let me be off on Saturdays so I could have this time with him. She was so happy I finally moved on she practically was willing to give me whatever I asked for.

I stare at Noah and the perfection of his body. He only has on a pair of shorts per my request. Of course he tried to request I sit naked but I settled on one of his shirts. I can’t help but lean over to steal kisses while he cooks.

“If you keep distracting me, I’ll burn breakfast like I did dinner the other night.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining about that,” I joke as I pull on his arm, dragging him away from the scrambled eggs.

He settles between my legs and presses a kiss to my forehead. He pulls back and stares at me like he is looking for the answer to something.

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