Page 32 of Falling for Famine
A barely-there smile tilted his mouth. “Everywhere.”
Oh, fuck. Devious smile unlocked. Naughty Ghost obtained. I was a goddamn collector now in everything sexy Horseman, and I wasn’t even sorry. The gap from silent and staring to adorable puppy to devious devil was absolutely insane. I was at real risk of becoming that girl who begged a guy to do whatever he wanted as long as he kept touching her.
“Sure,” was my very witty reply. You’d never know I was a writer.
If he thought it was dumb, he didn’t let it stop him. His tongue dipped out and dragged across the top of my breast, giving me a visual I never thought I needed. But I did. Holy hell, I needed it as much as his kisses.
When he pressed forward to suck, a hiss escaped me. The shelf had dug in just enough to hurt and make me regret my inability to control my damn mouth. He froze and slanted his head in question.
“Sorry, the shelf,” I tried to say, but my voice was still breathless and soft and totally ridiculous.
Without understanding how it happened, I was suddenly on the bed I’d woken up in. Ghost was braced over me, his eyes taking a casual stroll to where my chest heaved in desperate pants.
“Better?”
I blinked at him. “Yes?”
I wasn’t sure what he was asking. My brain had stopped functioning properly when he fucked my mouth with his tongue like it was his harbinger of the apocalypse superpower.
My shirt was tugged up, my bra exposed, and then his mouth was on me again like he’d never left. I sucked in a sharp breath, hyper-aware of the weight shifting between my open legs.
He was insanely tall and had muscles, but for some reason, it was surprising how much his body weighed down mine. How much of a fragile woman I felt under him.
I couldn’t see anything past his shiny white hair, but I felteverything.The languid stroke of his tongue, the creeping slide of his hands along my sides, the gentle tug of the fabric around my breasts before they were exposed to the cool air. Every moment was a struggle to breathe. Ghost was slow and sensual in ways I’d never experienced.
Every guy I’d been with barely bothered with foreplay—and when they did, it wasn’t to elicit anything from me. It was all for them. But the way he touched me was like he wanted to see where I felt it most. Any time my body or breath gave me away, Ghost went back to the same spot and action, testing it again.
My back curved when his mouth trailed down my stomach, dropping whispery kisses, nibbling softly, and sucking on my skin like he couldn’t get enough. It was a slow worship that made every part of me responsive. Absolute torture, but in the best way.
His hands went to my jeans, and then his eyes were flicking back up to mine again. His face didn’t give him away, but I caught the hunger in his stare. Others would miss it. I couldn’t, because my own need was staring back at him.
“Can I touch you here, too?” he asked, his fingers teasing the waistline of my jeans.
I bit my lower lip, sucking at the air like a goddamn fish. “Yes.Please.”
Maybe I should’ve been ashamed I was jumping the bones of a guy meant to kill me and who, until yesterday, planned to leave me to die, but I didn’t. I wanted anything he’d give. I didn’t want to miss my chance.
I’d met terrible men before and had been damaged by them. Ghost wasn’t one of them, and I was willing to die on that motherfucking hill.
His mouth kicked up, and that grin alone was a shot straight to my pussy. It didn’t take him long to get my pants off me or to hover and wait for another sign I was more than willing to do this. I nodded, and he yanked my panties down my legs like a goddamn pro, his eyes tracing my naked skin as though he hoped to memorize every inch of it.
His hands glided down my legs first before his mouth followed. My head fell back as he took the same languid, intoxicatingly slow approach to the new expanse of skin as he had my stomach. I couldn’t hear anything over the hard pound of my pulse and gasping breaths I sucked in.
I jolted when my legs went over his shoulders and his tongue left a hot trail of sensation on the inside of my thigh, knowinghow dangerously close he was to fulfilling a personal fantasy of mine. One I’d been dreaming about since I set my eyes on him between those buildings.
I couldn’t help it. I needed to watch.
I went onto my elbows just as Ghost’s head dipped and he took his first taste of me. My head fell back into a heady moan. Because it wasn’t a shy lick. It was a hungry, all-consuming one. His rumbling groan set fire to my nerves, and then he was sucking and licking and devouring me like I was the best treat he’d tasted in a timeless existence.
My hands sunk into his hair and gripped handfuls, already too close to coming. The tension inside me was at a dangerous level, building with every stroke, so close to snapping. And when he groaned again and thrust his tongue inside, I came undone.
“Limos!” I curved off the bed, shuddering, world exploding and bursting into pieces and shattering my body with it.
I’d never come so hard or so fast.
I was shaky as I dragged the gorgeous Horseman up my body for a kiss. I tasted myself on him, but it only made me want more. I drove my tongue into his mouth, and his arousal settled and pressed between us. I reached down for it, hoping to shatter his world the same way he had mine, but his hand caught my wrist and pinned it to the bed next to my head.
“I can’t touch you?” I whispered against his lips, trying to temper the disappointment I felt. I’d hate to push him into anything he didn’t want to do, but the idea that I couldn’t have my fun, too, was depressing.
