Touching Ghost(4)

An hour later, the sun having brilliantly set over the ocean, Ren walked her to the high rise hotel where she’d booked a room. A restlessness had settled over him, and she was smart enough to pick up on it.

Sadie was the first to admit that she wasn’t an exciting woman. At heart she was a small town girl who lived a life that was far from adventurous. She was ordinary in every way. Why in the world had she so easily bought into the fantasy that she could be enough for a man like Ren? Dumb.

They rode up the elevator in silence, and an uncomfortable tension built between them. He was on leave, and she’d intruded on this precious time off by impulsively traveling here to meet him. Maybe Sadie had hoped Ren thought of her as she’d dreamed of him? Again, dumb! No doubt he was anxious to head off to meet his fellow team members to have some raunchy fun with the ladies. Blow off steam.

Fighting disappointment, she turned to him, trying for all she was worth to ignore the way her belly tightened. Her heartbeat sped up, and she hoped to God she didn’t just burst into tears and bawl like a baby instead of instituting the plan she carefully formulated before hopping a plane here. No, she was going to do it this time. She would lay it all on the line and see what happened. Sadie didn’t plan on becoming an old lady who looked back on her life wondering ‘what if.’

The time for action was now.

“It was good seeing you again,” Ren said quietly. “Want to have some lunch tomorrow?”

“I want more than that, Ren.” There it was. She’d done it. Nervous as hell, she licked suddenly dry lips. Her hands shook so she quickly balled them into fists, trying for all she was worth to shake it off. He cocked his head, his brows coming together in a quizzical little frown. Ren started to speak, but she headed him off at the pass. “I’ve been wondering about something for years now, and I aim to stop the speculating, here and now.”

“Wondering about what, Sadie?”

Now. Now. Now.

Moving into action before she could chicken out, Sadie stepped close enough to smell the clean scent of his body, stood on tiptoe, and settled her cheek against his. “This, Ren. I’ve wondered about this.” Turning her face, she glanced at his perfect mouth and brushed her lips to his. “Kiss me, Ren. If you don’t kiss me now, I think I’m going to die.”





Chapter Two

Sadie had only an instant to stare into his eyes and wonder when she’d turned into such a brazen hussy.

“You asked for it,” he muttered a single second before crashing his lips to hers. His savage kiss stole her breath as he tasted her fully, finally dipping his tongue deep into her mouth. “Pie. Damn it, you taste like pie.”

Going at her like she was a seven course meal and he was a starving refugee, Ren kept right on kissing her. She wasn’t about to complain. No siree. Never in her thirty years had she been touched this way nor had she enjoyed the delightful pressure of such a rock-hard body. Her nipples, flattened against his muscular chest, tightened into throbbing little knots that yearned for an even firmer touch.

Every sexy dream she’d ever had involving Ren coalesced in her brain, and she knew, from his response, he wasn’t going to say no. At least not tonight. Getting closer, taking advantage of the moment, Sadie somehow managed to lift one leg and wrap it firmly around one of his thighs to pull him closer to her sex-starved body. Hard. Was the man hard everywhere?

Oh, heck yeah, he was.

She didn’t have to be a MENSA member to know that.

The juxtaposition of their bodies changed, aligning a bit, but apparently it wasn’t enough for her badass SEAL. Muttering a low sound, he released his grip on her arms and moved it lower until he filled his hands with her butt. He lifted her until her damp pussy pressed deliciously again his cock, thick and hard behind the fly of his jeans.

“Wow.”

His breath swept the surface of her throat. “Yeah.” Ren emphasized the point by dragging denim-covered erection over the seam of her cunt. Then again and again.

Sadie caught her bottom lip between her teeth and clung to his broad shoulders as he dry fucked her. He sucked the flesh of her neck into his mouth and squeezed his fingers on the mounds of her ass. She’d worn a skirt tonight. Good judgment all things considered, and the miniscule panties, wet from her juices, were no barrier against the warmth of his palms as he tested the resilience of her skin.

As if from a distance, she heard the rumbling of the nearby elevator and her eyes snapped open.

Ren gave her ass a final squeeze then gave her a hard look. “Best not scare the chickens, sweetheart. Let’s take this inside.”

She could think of a lot of things she’d like to take inside. Namely his thick, hard cock. What evil imp had taken up residence inside her body to make her think these things? Sadie had spent most of her life being called wholesome and all-American. She was the proverbial freckle-faced, non-exciting type of woman but here she stood thinking about her best friend’s cock pounding deep into her pussy.