Page 47 of Falling for Famine
I heard both women speak up in outrage, asking for him to stop and listen, but the world shifted and tilted in that queasy familiar way that told me we’d gone somewhere else.
“What happened?” I asked once my stomach calmed down. He’d kept his arms around me, my body locked to his, refusing to move.
“Not enough,” came his cryptic reply.
I pushed to gain space and then stared up at him. “I know you have your reasons, but you need to let me in. I’ll always be on your side. You just need to trust me the same way I trust you.”
His eyes stayed with mine. “You trust me, little wisp?”
“Of course. I have no reason not to,” I replied honestly. “You’ve always been honest with me.”
His lips twitched down, the first I’d seen him upset like this. “I haven’t told you everything.”
I reached up and cradled his face in my hands. “You’ve had your reasons, I’m sure. I know I can’t do anything of value, but I want to help any way I can.”
His mouth was on mine before I knew what was happening, then he withdrew just enough to say, “That’s not true, Nomi. Value? You’re everything, and that’s what scares me.”
My breath caught. “You’re scared?”
“I am. They said I must risk losing you to keep you,” he replied, his sad voice hitting me right in the heart.
Confused, I searched his eyes. “What do you mean?”
He let loose a breath and kissed me again. The feeling in it was desperately needy. He didn’t want to talk. He wanted to reassure himself with touching, and I understood that feeling more than most. Because that was exactly what I needed, too.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he lifted me with a little groan. I locked my legs around his taut waist as he drove his tongue into my mouth. It was a hot few seconds where I didn’t know where he began and I ended.
Everything felt likeus.
In that time, he’d wandered over to the couch and sat down so I was straddling his lap. His hands slid under my dress, caressing my sensitive skin. Then he pulled my zipper down so my dress came loose before teasing his fingers down my spine.
The straps of my dress hung off my shoulders as he trailed kisses across my skin, pulling me close enough that I felt the hard thud of his heart against my breasts. It echoed mine. His grip on me was rough and possessive, his words emboldened by the hold.
“I’ll tell you everything,” he whispered his promise between hot kisses and sharp, greedy breaths. “But first I need you, little wisp.”
“Then what are you waiting for? I’m all yours for the taking, Ghost Daddy,” I teased him, and his husky laughter was so damn special, it made my face light up.
Explanations could wait. My Ghost needed me, and I wasn’t the girl who’d ever find a reason to say no to him.
I dropped my hands down to his pants and freed his cock, earning myself a sharp intake. He batted them away and dragged his fingers across my wet center. I was already plenty ready for him. Another rumbling groan left his throat.
He liked it when I was so wet it dripped down his fingers. He always made the same sound.
I’d gone commando of no fault of my own. I’d brought enough panties for the trip, but they were nowhere to be found this morning. I didn’t have to be a genius to figure out who was the culprit. My Ghost obviously didn’t like when I wore them—and now it was clear why.
I’d never tell him I was grateful for less in our way. In this dress, I couldn’t wear a bra either, as if he’d planned it that way. Ghost was calculating and clever, so he definitely had.
Desire was a bright flame in his eyes. He didn’t wait. He lifted and guided me down onto his hard shaft in one movement. A keening moan rushed out of me, the sensation too delicious to smother.
He pressed his face into my breasts as I swallowed every inch of him until he was fully seated inside me. The familiar stretch and feel of him was quickly becoming home. I rolled and rocked, sinking greedy fingers into his hair. He bit the top of my breast, then slammed his mouth into mine.
We didn’t speak. We didn’t need to. His violent thrusts and wild grunts as he fucked me said enough. The bruising hold he had on me, like he was afraid I’d get away, didn’t ease even as we both came, shuddering together.
My hold was just as clingy, just as needy. My heart pounded in time with his, and I let him do however much or however little he wanted.
Because I’d completely fallen for Famine.
I woke the next day in Ghost’s arms, his naked body wrapped around mine, the bliss of a night full of positions and moaning still an ache between my hips. For once, he wasn’t awake. His eyes were closed, his soft breaths even and deep.
