Page 20 of Ghost (Iron Thunder MC 4)
His tongue inside my mouth was ravaging me. I must have been hot to the touch and could feel the burning desire in the pit of my stomach. No man had kissed me like this before. I was ready to do whatever he wanted. Anything to make him feel good…till I remembered who he was.
My mouth stopped moving while his tongue was still inside me. I groaned and pulled away. His shoulders heaved as he glared at me in surprise. It was like he couldn’t believe a girl would pull away from him, and I couldn’t believe it either. Who wouldn’t want to be kissed by a muscular bad boy like him?
But if I gave in to him now, what more would he expect from me? I didn’t know the rules of this world. What else would I be expected to do? I may have been a stripper, but I wasn’t a whore. My mind was spinning along with the earth.
I struggled to straighten up and then backed away from him.
Ghost clenched his jaws tightly, like he was disappointed, then he ran a hand through his hair and sat up.
I didn’t know what to say or do. Was I supposed to apologize? Did he think he had some kind of authority over me?
I held my chin up. “I…I’m tired…I think…”
“Get on the bike and I’ll take you home,” he said in a clear and firm voice. He didn’t wait. Just turned and went back over to the bike. I followed him sheepishly, still waiting for him to react in some drastic way. But he didn’t.
I got on the bike like he bid me to and this time, when I wrapped my arms around his stony torso, I felt a wetness I couldn’t control between my legs. The kiss was flaming hot, like nothing I’d ever experienced before…and what? We weren’t even going to talk about it?
But Ghost wasn’t the ‘talking type’. I held onto him in silence as he kicked the bike back to life and started navigating his way through the woods. He said he was taking me back to his place, but this didn’t seem like a homely neighborhood.
Where was he taking me?
Into the deep dark woods?
To do what?
I could feel a panic rising in me which I tried to force down. I needed to trust him. They needed me. They needed to keep me safe and alive, for Crash’s sake.
But what if he changed his mind because I pushed him away? What if he was the kind of guy who didn’t handle rejection well? The fact was I didn’t know anything about him and couldn’t predict what his next actions would be.When we stopped outside the log cabin, I couldn’t help but feel like an idiot. This was his house. Ghost lived in a charming little log cabin in the middle of the woods! Not another human soul in sight, although I could hear the birds chirping as they settled in their nests for the night overhead. The cabin was in a small clearing but surrounded by trees.
He parked the bike haphazardly and jumped off, leaving me to trail after him, bursting with a million questions.
Did he actually own this cabin?
How often did he stay here?
Had he built it himself?
Didn’t he ever get lonely out here all alone in the middle of the silence of the woods?
What had made him pick this spot?
But I could sense there was a distance between us now. Since that wild tempting kiss, something had changed between us. I was hesitant to make jokes and didn’t know what his reaction would be toward me. Had he changed his mind? Did he even want me to live with him?
He had a key and he unlocked the door. I followed him inside and was awestruck immediately by how charming his house was, and how well maintained. Ghost did not strike me as the kind of guy who would take the trouble of keeping a clean house, but then again, I had been wrong about pretty much everything up until now. So maybe I was completely wrong about him too.
He turned on a few floor lamps and I stood silently by the door. The cabin didn’t have a whole lot of space and the lamps were enough to keep the place illuminated. It was a neat and uncluttered abode. Ghost went immediately to the kitchen area and started opening the cupboards.
“Are you hungry?” he asked with his back turned to me.
I wanted to burst into a laugh. Was he offering to make me dinner or did he expect me to cook?
When I didn’t reply, he looked over his shoulder at me.
“I have some homemade pesto in the fridge. I could use that to make pasta, if you’re up for it.”
Those knots in my belly tightened again.
