Resurrecting Ghosts (Kings of Chaos 4)

The knock at the door echoed through the empty house. I rise from the couch ready for battle. If he’s at the door with boxes full of belongings, I’m going to flip my shit. I worked my ass off to purchase this house. I’ll be damned if anyone orders me around in it. I open the door ready for a battle and find a bashful looking Skull on my doorstep. I’m thrown off by his mannerisms.

With his dark hair hidden beneath a gray beanie, his hands shoved in his back pockets, and his relaxed stature, he looks years younger. “So I was out of bounds yesterday.”

My jaw drops. “I’m sorry. Can you repeat that?”

He laughs. “I said I was a dick. I took it too far.”

I smile up at him and step back. “Come in.”

He steps inside and closes the door, crowding my space.

I swallow and lean back to peer up into his eyes. I can see so much in those dark depths. The uncertainty, fear, and an emotion I don’t dare label, lest I trick myself into thinking things that aren’t true.

He cups my face with his large hands. His calloused fingers tickle my skin and my vision swims as he moves in and captures my lips. I moan. His talented tongue darts forward and slips inside my mouth. I’m melting into him, drowning in the intense emotion he’s pouring into the mating dance our mouths are engaged in.

I bring my hands up to cover his. I want to keep him like this forever. Open, caring, and dizzying. I understand him when he speaks this language. I taste the regret for his actions and the hope for a new start. I suck on his tongue accepting the things he’s telling me in the most primal way possible. He rubs his thumbs over my cheekbones and I can’t help but tremble. He’s never treated me with such adoration.

I feel cherished and delicate under his gentle ministrations. My eyes drift to half-mast as our problems are pushed to the background. He trails kisses down my neck, and moves his hand down my back to support me.

“Skull,” I whimper.

“Shhh, let me show you how much you mean to me, Ruthie. I’m not good with words.” He delivers a whisper soft kiss on my pulse point.

Oh, now I know I’m a goner. “Yes.”

He lifts me into his arms and carries me down the hall to my room, never stopping his sensual attack. His lips are everywhere at once. Behind my ear at the spot that makes my toes curl, at the corner of my mouth with an endearing sweetness I didn’t know this man to be capable of. He nudges the door open with his broad shoulder and sits on the bed keeping me in his lap. I feel safe and complete in his arms. I snake my arms up to wrap around his neck and deepen our lip lock. My body grows hot. My breasts ache, and a river forms in my panties.

“You have become vital to my wellbeing.” His voice is smoky and thick with emotion. “The thought of not having you, had me scrambling to take control. The thing is, I don’t want that. I want you to freely give it to me.”

“Give you what?” I ask breathlessly as he peels my t-shirt up over my head. I raise my head and moan as the cool air caresses my heated flesh.

He cups my breasts gingerly. “I knew these were bigger.”

I smirk. “Of course you’d notice that.”

“I want entrance, Ruthie.” He pops the clasp of my ‘do me’ bra and the girls spring forward in all their swollen glory. He rolls my nipples between his fingers. “Into your heart, your body, your life.”

I can’t help but roll my hips, grinding my ass into the thick bulge in his jeans. I lean my head back against his shoulder, shaking as an orgasm builds up. My body is insanely sensitive, and my hormones are always raging. Whoever said pregnancy made you horny had been underselling the actuality. The friction of the seam of my shorts against his bulge and the tug of my nipples sends me screaming over the edge. My body shakes, and he holds me firm whispering in my ear as the white recedes from behind my lids.

“I’m not done with you by a long shot, Ruthie,” he whispers darkly as he lowers me to the bed and strips me bare. His kisses run along my body lingering at the crease between my thigh and pelvis. He moves away to my inner thigh, touching his lips everywhere but the place I need him most.

“Skull.” I clutch the sheets and lift my hips in invitation.

He chuckles. “Yes?”

“Stop teasing me.”

“What? Do you want this?” He flicks my clit.

My body jerks. “Yes.”

“Or is it this, you want?” He circles my clit and I rock up against him. His arm comes down over my waist holding me in place. “I’m going to eat you now, ‘cause you taste delicious and I can’t let all this cream go to waste.” He licks a path up my slit, teasing me with the stiff tip of his tongue. I grunt. “I couldn’t hear you, Ruth.”

“God, yes,” I say shakily.

“That’s good. ‘Cause I like all the things I do. Imagine waking up to this every morning.” He circles my clit with his thumb, and pushes his tongue inside.

I fist the covers as my eyes roll in my head and my thighs clamp around his head. We move together. Harsh breathing and the wet sounds that follow with giving head the right way fill the room. I bury my fingers in his hair and take what he’s giving me. He’s got me immobile and ready to go off. My body trembles as the wave of release starts low in my belly and explodes, moving thorough my muscles in a starburst pattern. My body trembles and my mind travels to a place full of light, love, and pleasure.