Page 55 of Falling for Famine
My libido after becoming Spicy Famine was out of control, and if he did anything remotely sexy to me, I’d become emotion central. It was part of the reason I nearly burned down the house. He’d kissed me, attempted to sneak his hand between my legs for some three-finger fun in bed—we didn’t need to sleep, but I liked to read there—and I’d set fire to the whole place.
“You can do it, girl!” Emily called out, not sure where I was because her eyes went to the left of me. I was still invisible.Damn. “It took me a week to get blinking in and out of existence down. Now I kick Z’s ass everywhere I go.” She demonstrated her point for extra impact, sending the unsuspecting Pestilence sprawling out. “You’re a boss bitch who bakes treats fit for the gods. I know you’ve got this.”
“Hell yeah she does!” Asha whooped loudly, side-hugging the terrifying giant next to her, Death. But honestly? Thanatos was a really good dude. Better than I expected. All of them were.
Ghost pushed off the wall and made his way over to me. I put my arm out to fend him off, but he used it to yank me into his chest. Just as swiftly, he locked his other arm around me.
The girls whistled loudly. I’d kill to see what they saw. It probably looked all kinds of insane to watch Ghost hug nothing but air. The way the other women laugh told me it was as funny as I imagined in my head.
But Ghost didn’t care. He bent his head down and put his mouth right next to my ear. “I have an idea, little wisp. Do you trust me?”
I was breathless. “You know I do.”
“Then we’re going to work onourcontrol,” he murmured, his lips brushing my lobe and sending delicious shivers racing down my spine. “In bed.”
“I heard that,” Emily whispered. “And it was so damn hot. Told you he was a freak.”
“I’ll never doubt your freak detection abilities ever again,” came Asha’s soft promise.
I closed my eyes, and the world tilted and shifted. Unlike in my mortal form, I didn’t get sick after instantaneous travel. A mercy, for sure. When I peeked at our surroundings, I realized we were back in the kitchen where he ate me out.
Ah, memories.
“Why are we here?” I asked, eyeing the infamous kitchen where I showed Ghost he wasn’t the only one who knew how to use his mouth.
My Horseman’s lips twitched. “I didn’t bring us here.”
I blinked. He blinked. We both blinked, and I growled in wanton shame. “You mean I brought us here?!”
Amusement reached his eyes, but the rest of his expression remained stoic. “You did.”
The shame!
Pivoting, I hedged, “And when you said in bed…”
“I meant sex,” he supplied crudely, but that was my Ghost.
“You want your nice house to burn to the ground?” I teased, a little hot under the collar at the mention of training and sex.
We hadn’t done much in the realm of sexy because I was afraid of making Death’s realm a frozen wasteland or burning his very pretty gothic castle straight out of a monster movie to the ground and displacing all his weird bird minions.
When Ghost fingered me, I’d set fire to our room, so the farthest we’d gone was making out and dry humping. My libido couldn’t handle another almost, so I’d tried to stay away from him.
And despite him coming all the way to Hell to get me back, we hadn’t exchanged the big L word. I didn’t need it. The way he devoured me with his eyes every time I glanced at him said enough. And come on, the guy took on Hell to rescue me. Can you sayswoon.
Ghost lifted me, and my legs automatically locked around his waist. “No, little wisp. We’re going to work together to find your control, and I need you under me to do it. Like your cuties, the balance between us needs to be struck. Mortals might call it Yin and Yang.”
If I hadn’t known better, I’d think the whole balance thing was a dig at me.
“Sounds like an excuse, but you had me at sex,” I giggled. “Control me, Ghost Daddy!”
His husky laughter made me smile as he walked us to the bedroom, eyeing a few things along the way—taking inventory for when I burned the place to ash, probably.
I combed my fingers through his silky white hair and peppered kisses all over his face. He still rarely showed expression, but he’d been far more expressive and talkative with me when we were alone. And when I was open about how much I adored him, his face softened and his red gaze became so affectionate it made my romantic heart squeal and swoon.
My Ghost was truly the handsomest of all men.
He pinned me to the bed, his hands skating up my sides.
