Ghost (Evil Dead MC 5)

His eyes landed on the black lace panties he’d bought her that morning in Omaha, and he hesitated. His palm running over the lace, once, twice, and then he was pulling them off as well.

His eyes locked on her pussy as his hands went to his belt, working the buckle, undoing his jeans.

She knew she was more than ready for him. She’d been soaking wet since the moment he’d backed her against the wall. A second later, he was plunging inside her, his body looming over her, one hand planted in the table next to her head, the other stroking over her, his thumb searching out and finding that spot that had her bucking.

“Oh, God, baby,” she breathed.

“Wrap around me, Jess,” he commanded, and she did, wrapping both legs around his waist. “Hold onto me.”

She did, and he began thrusting, hard and fast, almost as if this was all a dream that would vanish with a poof if he didn’t claim her here and now, right this minute.

They stared into each other’s eyes, his focused and intent, rapt. Hers wide with wonder and awe.

“Ain’t no goin’ back. Ain’t no changin’ your mind tomorrow,” he rasped out.

She shook her head. “No, no going back.”

“I’m not gonna let you go, Jess.” He stared into her eyes with every thrust underlining his meaning. “Not ever.”

“Not ever,” she repeated, nodding her head in agreement.

“You’re gonna find shit out about me. Shit that’ll make you want to leave.”

“No.” She shook her head.

He shook his head, too. “Ain’t gonna let you go. Not even then.”

“I won’t leave.” She could see the doubt in his eyes. Her hand stroked his cheek. “I won’t.”

He turned his head, his mouth kissing her palm, and then he picked up his pace, thrusting into her with the urgency of a man pursued by demons. She wrapped her arms tight around his neck and pulled him close.

“I love you, Ghost. I always have,” she whispered in his ear.

A moment later he was pulling out, and she panicked she’d said the wrong thing, until he pulled her off the table only to flip her around and push her face down over it. He slid back into her, pinning her to the surface as he bent over her, his mouth at her ear.

“Been dreamin’ about this since that bathroom in Sturgis.” He lifted off her, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her back against him. She felt one big palm slide to the small of her back, stroking up her spine and back almost reverently. “So pretty, baby.”

He began moving inside her, and every stroke hit that sweet spot that had her tilting her ass up to meet them.

And then his thrusts became frantic until he finally went rigid above her and exploded inside her with a deep male groan that had to be the sexiest sound she’d ever heard.

After several more slow gliding strokes, he collapsed on top of her, his elbow landing on the table to keep from crushing her, but she welcomed his weight, reveling in the feeling of his big body pressed down on top of her.

She reached back, stroking her hand over his ass, and then trailing her fingers up and down his hip.

She heard him moan with delight in her ear, and she smiled.

He finally lifted up on his elbows, his palm brushing the hair back from her forehead tenderly. Then he dipped his head to sprinkle kisses all over the side of her face.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured.

She frowned. “For what.”

“I was a selfish bastard just now. Didn’t take my time with you.”

“You didn’t hear me complaining.”

He grinned and kissed her ear. “Still gonna make it up to you when we get home.”