Page 30 of Ghost Hunted

“Don’t worry about me.” I kiss her, gently at first, then hungrily. “You’re beautiful, Lia,” I say again.

She shakes her head. “I’m old, and I’m fat.” She sighs. “How did it happen?”

“You’re neither of those things,” I growl. “And if I hear you say that one more time...”

“Yes?” There’s no mistaking the way she squirms at the threat I’ve left suspended in mid-air.

“Well, I’ll just have to see for myself if it’s true.” As I speak, I toy with the hemline of her shirt, and she squirms again. “You know what? I’m going to check anyway.”

Dipping my hands under the fabric, I run them over her stomach, her sides, all the way up to her breasts.

She’s not as toned as she used to be. Her stomach’s soft, she’s gained a little weight, her breasts are fuller and lower. She does feel different, but not worse. I loved her as a skinny teenager with a flat chest, as a young mother with stretch marks and cellulite on her ass, and as a curvier, softer woman. She’s beautiful, and she’s mine. She’ll still be beautiful and mine when she’s one hundred.

“Logan…”

When I glance up at the sound of my name, my stomach twists when I notice the way she’s chewing her lower lip nervously.

“Shh, baby,” I plead. “Let me do this. Take it like a good girl. Please, Lia.”

I cup her full breasts, then run a thumb over her nipples, and she sighs. I tweak them each in turn, and she wriggles under me, letting out a low moan.

“You haven’t changed all that much, have you, ghost girl?” I hum in her ear. “You can pretend nothing matters. But your body still wants mine. I can tell.”

“I don’t… know…”

The tweaks turn into a hard pinch, and her wriggling intensifies, but I don’t let up on my torture until she lies panting on the ground.

“I’m going to make you admit you still want me. I won’t let your body alone until you say you want me back. I don’t give a fuck, I’ll force you. I’m a lot stronger than you are.”

She nods slowly, her eyes staring up at me.

“You can still say red, baby,” I add, going back to stroking her tits gently.

Her full lips part, and I inhale sharply, but she shuts it before any sound comes out.

Breathing out in relief, I lift her shirt up, closing my mouth around one of her nipples and sucking it in between my teeth. Then I flick over the stiff peak with my tongue, hungrily lapping at it, taking advantage of every second that the dreaded word doesn’t escape her lips.

“Logan…”

“Shh, baby.”

I focus on her other nipple, and she throws back her head, moaning softly.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” I say, between licks. “I can make you feel so good, baby. You don’t have to think, or feel, or worry. Just let me use your body. Remember? Just like you used to say. You didn’t want to have a choice.”

“Logan…”

“Shh.”

“Logan, what about… Piper?”

I can sense her hesitation as she forces out her daughter’s new name.

“Is that what this is about?” I pull away from her breasts to kiss her lips again. “I thought you were going to say red.”

“I…” She blinks her eyes in confusion. “I just… Piper… where is she?”

“She won’t hear us. She’s sleeping a little farther away with Quill.”