Page 47 of Ghost Walk
She gulped, her body clenching at his words. “Okay, for real, I think this might actually work.” She’d never felt soooo close to something soooo huge. “Can we go faster, now? Please? I don’t want this feeling to go away.”
“It’s not going to go away.” He soothed. “I’ll give you everything you need. I promise. But this has got to be a team effort. So you just do what I say and this is going to bebeautiful.”
“You’re sure?”
“I’m positive. Put your hand where mine is.”
Grace was too far gone to even hesitate. Her palm slid down to cover the spot he was touching, pressing deep. “OhGod.” Her lips parted, her head going back in ecstasy.
“Fuck yes.” It was little more than a snarl. “So wet and pink and soft.” He watched her hand move with a rapturous expression. “Harder, Grace. Deeper.”
“I can’t…”
“Youcan.” He interrupted. “I want itall,Grace. Give it to me. That’s it.” He let out a groan of pure pleasure as she did what he demanded, her back arching to accept the more powerful thrusts of her fingers. “That’s it, my love.”
“Jamie!”
“I’m here. Christ, I would never want to be anywhere else.” He gave a laugh that sounded like he was in pain. “See what having a bit of optimism can do? That’s a lesson for both of us.”
“I’ve never gotten this far before. I didn’t expect it to be so… tight. I feel really, reallytight.” Her words ended in a whimper that just seemed to enflame him.
He watched her intently, like he was committing every freckle on her skin to memory. “I need you so much, Grace.” His voice was unsteady and darker than she’d ever heard it. “I know you donea need me. Not really. I know you deserve more than a dead man in your life and bed. But I’m going to make you come so hard you won’t eventhinkof another partner, again.”
She wanted to respond to that, but she was too far gone. All she could do was gasp as he touched some magical spot with his incorporeal fingers and her body reacted like he’d stroked the very core of her with liquid heat. “Jamieeee!”
He dipped his head to her ear. “Come for me, lass. I need to see it. Come now and I’ll keep you safe.”
That was all it took. Grace screamed as she convulsed against both their hands. The explosion shook her whole body, her knuckles going white around the headboard rail. Her body shattered into a million pieces and Jamie drank in every tremor.A satisfied smile curved his mouth, like he was the one who’d reached completion. She chanted his name and he whispered endearments in Gaelic and, for a timeless moment, it was all… perfect.
Exactly the way she’d always known it was supposed to be between Partners.
Grace lay there, struggling for breath. “Wow.” Unrealistic expectations, be damned. If anything she’dunderestimated Jamie’s abilities. “You really just did that.” She panted.
“Wedid that.” He settled down next to her, looking smug. “Take your share of the credit, lass. You are bloody amazing at this.”
She blinked up at him, owlishly. “Thank you.”
“Oh believe me, it was my extreme pleasure.” He smoothed a hand over her hair. “Iwillkeep you safe.” He repeated in a more serious tone and she knew he wasn’t just talking about in bed. “I promise you.”
“I know.” She smiled, more replete than she’d ever been. “I’ll keep you safe, too. Which means going back to 1789 and fixing what went wrong.” She needed to make sure he knew that, because she wasn’t going to change her mind no matter how many orgasms he gave her.
And hopefully it would be a lot.
Jamie gazed at her, patriot blue eyes roaming all over her face. She could see him searching for a way to talk her out of more time travel.
“You can’t talk me out of it.” She assured him before he ruined the mood. There was no way she was going to let his name be slandered throughout history. Jamie deserved so much more. She couldn’t save the whole world, but she could save Jamie Riordan. “You’re the one telling me to be more positive. Well, I’mpositiveI can find a way to prove your innocence.”
“I donea think it’s a good idea to…”
“Help me do this, Jamie. Ineedto do this.”
He squeezed his eyes shut at the entreaty. “Thiswould be far easier if you were a timid lass.” He muttered.
“Maybe.” She arched a brow, knowing she’d won. “But, then again, a timid lass wouldn’t have just taken off her panties for a pirate.”
Chapter Ten
June 25, 1789- My parents hate me! I should be used to it by now. They see me as an embarrassment and a disgrace to their precious name. All they care about is their standing in the community. To them, I am nothing but a pretty package they can sell off to a suitor of their choosing. They don’t care a fig about what I want or think or need! They look at me with cold disapproval and even colder hearts.
