Page 33 of Falling for Famine
I’d never seen him look uncomfortable. I hadn’t been aware someone like Ghost could feel that way, and it immediately worried me. Fuck, I’d caused that. I’d pushed him without meaning to.
You’re better than this, Nomi. Consent is essential, supernatural man or not.
Ashamed, I started to say, “I’m sorry—”
But his voice cut in before I could fully apologize. “I’ve never…”
I stared at him, confused. “Never what?”
His gorgeous eyes peered down at me from close enough that I could see all the beautiful shades of red in his irises. “Any of this.”
My eyes widened, finally getting it. My gorgeous harbinger was a virgin. Holy fucking hell. And he wanted to do this with me? There wasn’t a word for how amazing that made me feel.
“Oh…but you…” I was still numb after my life-altering orgasm, so words were hard. To be fair, words had been a lot harder than they should’ve been since meeting him. “You just rocked my world, Ghost. You don’t have anything to worry about, I promise. We’ll figure it all out together. I’ll help you.”
Big words for a woman who didn’t have much experience outside the fantasy fiction she read on how to bang a supernatural dude, but I’d had sex a few times with human guys. Granted, those times weren’t anything close to this, but it was just a matter of figuring out what worked. I was more than willing to try it out and see where we landed.
For the plot!
I wiggled the hand he was holding, staring at him. “I won’t do anything you don’t like,” I assured him, voice hoarse and shamefully wispy. Your girl here sounded extra needy. “If it’s too much, I’ll stop.”
His smile took my breath away. “I don’t think that will be our problem, little wisp.”
Okay, damn. Wow. This gorgeous guy was laying claim to my heart one smile at a time, and I couldn’t pretend to be mad about it.
“So…I can touch you?” I asked searchingly, desperate to make him feel as good as he made me feel. Well, and to undress him. I needed to see those abs before I died, dammit.
“Soon,” was all he said before kissing me again, his mouth working me into pliant goo under him.
He slid the shirt off me, then searched for a way to remove my bra. I bit my lower lip to keep from laughing after the briefest joining of his eyebrows in confused frustration. It always felt like such a win to see his expression change at all.
“It unclasps at the back,” I told him.
I hadn’t expected him to turn me over onto my stomach or for him to then straddle my ass, massive erection locked and loaded against me. So, when he did, the breath whooshed out of me in surprise.
His hands were quick to undo the clasp, and with a little awkward effort, I eased my bra off before throwing it over the side of the bed like I never cared if I found it again. When I tried to turn over, he kept me pinned in place and brushed my hair to the side. His mouth ghosted down my neck, and I gasped. It continued to travel across my shoulders and spine, his tongue marking every notch.
Another surprised breath left me as his tongue and weight shifted lower. I was completely naked under him, and he took his time paying special attention to every patch of skin, every freckle, every scar my father left behind, and every dip and curve. His teeth scraped over my ass and down the back of my thighs. By then I was quivering with barely withheld lust.
No one had ever done anything like this. It was nothing short of worship, and I wasn’t used to only receiving. If anything, I was the one who was always happy to give.
Desperate, I tried to roll onto my back again, but Ghost’s arm went under my waist and put me onto all fours. The length ofhis body pressed into mine from behind and I stiffened, another shuddering breath escaping me.
I was ridiculously unprepared for this level of attention. My heart was threatening to break through my chest and my pulse was scattered and out of control.
Questing fingers glided closer to my pussy, then one teased my clit. Sensation rocketed through me and a needy whimper spilled from my mouth, my body bucking and fighting the spike of pleasure.
“You like this spot,” his wildly deep voice murmured next to my ear. “You make the best sounds whenever I touch it.”
“Oh shit!” I cursed as his finger circled around it.
I’d gotten so used to him talking so little that I wasn’t ready for the filthy things he said when that mouth of his opened. Somehow, they were ten times hotter than anything I’d ever heard or read. Because Ghost didn’t waste his breath on things he didn’t mean.
I pushed back into him, rubbing myself on the hard length in his pants, and relished the little groan that echoed next to my ear. His finger worked faster, stroking my clit before sliding between my wet folds.
For a virgin, he certainly knew his way around a woman’s body.
It no longer seemed important to keep my faux modesty. I’d always been a bit naughty. I liked it in my reading, and I especially liked it right now. I wanted him to fuck me before I lost my mind.
