Page 46 of Ghost Walk
“…but not even you can do this without touching me.” She finished, disregarding his commentary. “It’s impossible.”
Grace totally believed that. …But she still found herself slipping her panties down her legs and tossing them aside.
“That’s it, my love.” His gaze centered on the junction of her thighs and Grace felt it like a physical touch. “That’s what I wanted to see.” His tone was reverent and territorial and it did wonderful things to her insides. “Let me get a good look at you, now.”
She bit back a whimper, her legs obediently parting for him. Jamie liked that she followed instructions and hereallyliked the view. A lot. “Mine.” He whispered reverently. “Finally.”
They were the same words he’d used back in 1789 and they turned Grace on even more. His possessiveness shouldn’t be nearly so hot. Her core was getting wetter by the second and all he was doing was looking at her. “Oh God…” For the first time, she began to believe that he could really do this.
Jamie himself had no doubts, at all. The man’s confidence level was as deep as the sea. He leaned in closer to her, his body moving over hers. “So… you read books about me, then?” He asked and she knew that he was trying to distract her from overthinking his newest crazy bad idea.
“Some.” Energy licked through her wherever he touched. And he was doing his best to touch hereverywhere. His beautiful palms couldn’t make contact with her skin, but she could still feel them all over her. Her nipples went rock hard as his fingers passed over them, her eyes drifting shut in pleasure.
His mouth curved. “Onlysomebooks?”
“A lot of books.” Her breath was coming in pants. “I took three semesters of Virginia history in college. You were my sophomore term paper.”
“I can’t imagine you had many flattering things to say about a lackluster pirate hanged for murder.”
“Nope.”
“And yet here you are with me.” His lips hovered over hers and his hand drifted downward, towards her weeping center. “Why is that, do you think?”
“Well,” she chewed on her lower lip, “I really wasn’t as good a student as you might imagine.”
“Oh, I doubt that.”
“Really. I needed a magic potion to pass geometry.”
Jamie chuckled. “I think fate brought you here.” He corrected. “I think you were always supposed to be mine. I think no other man has been able to satisfy you, because none of them wereme.”
She thought he was right.
All the unrealistic expectations that her therapist bitched about were embodied in this one man. They always had been. Only Grace suddenly wasn’t sure they were sounrealistic, after all. Just being close to Jamie was sending her body into complete meltdown. Rockets’ red glare and bombs bursting in air had nothing on the fireworks the pirate set off inside of her.
Grace reached for him, needing Jamie more than she’d ever needed anything. Her hand passed through his back and she nearly sobbed in frustration. “Please.” Her breathing hitched, her palm moving up to grasp one of the wrought iron bars of her headboard instead. “Jamie, please.”
“Christ, you’re beautiful.” His voice was ragged. “From the first time I saw you --bothbloody first times-- I wanted you like this. Wanted to hear you say my name, just like that. Needful and dazed. I imagine it every time I look at you.”
That shocked her. “You do?”
“Oh yes.” It was a purr. “And now I have you.”
He’d had her from the time she was fifteen. “Firsttime I saw you was in a painting.” She got out.
“The one with my ship?” He nodded approvingly. “I look damn good in that portrait, if I do say so myself.” One of his long, artist’s fingers slipped inside her and she gasped. “That’s it. Show me just what you like, lass.”
“That. I likethat.” Whatever he was doing, she was afraid it would stop working and she was closer than she’d ever been. “Hurry. Jamie, please hurry.”
Blue eyes burned hot. “I didn’t propose to you when we kissed.” He got out, ignoring her pleas. “You said you thought I did, but you clearly weren’t listening. A proposal would have meant giving you an option and I’m far too much of a pirate for that. We justtakethe bride we want.”
Goddid she want to be taken.
“If you’d stayed back there, I would have stolen you, Grace. I’d have carried you back to my ship and claimed your pretty body in every way I could think of. And you’d have let me, because you’re not such a timid lass, after all, are you? Under that proper exterior, you’ve got a yearning for a bit of danger in your life.”
She had a yearning forhim. She always had.That’swhy she would have let him have her back in 1789. That’s why she was letting him have her now. “You’re not dangerous, Jamie. Not to me.” She believed that with all her heart. He was the only one who made her feel safe.
“No, not to you. But I would be a fucking monster if someone tried to take you from my arms. I promise you that. Ghost or man, the need I have for you is bigger than anything I can control.”
