Free Rescuing Rayne by Susan Stoker Page A

knew exactly what he was doing to her as he continued to stimulate her right nipple as he talked. He’d pushed up her left breast so he could see the small mark, and he could literally feel her heart beating as fast as a jackrabbit under his palm.
    “Can we discuss it later?”
    “Discuss what later?”
    “Jesus, Ghost. My tattoo. My friend Mary. Breast cancer. All of it.”
    “Yeah, you’re right, I was in the middle of something, wasn’t I?”
    Rayne nodded enthusiastically.
    “Okay, Princess. That’s one tattoo down. I can’t wait to find the other two.” He laughed when she moaned under him. He shifted his hips down her body until he was hovering over her knees. “Spread your legs for me.”
    Loving that she immediately did as he asked, Ghost moved so she could spread herself wider for him and settled himself on his knees between her legs. He scooted up, forcing her to widen her legs even more to accommodate him as he did. He put his hands on her hips and watched her face.
    After a moment, she looked up at him. Her hands fluttered nervously next to her as if she wasn’t sure what to do with them.
    “I can smell how aroused you are for me, Princess. Do you still want me? Want this?”
    She nodded and swallowed hard.
    “Thank God.” He took the drawstring in his hand and slowly pulled, loosening the waist of her purple cotton pants. He pressed his thumbs into her hipbones and then methodically swept them back and forth over her pants, seemingly in no hurry.
    Leaning down, he nuzzled the area right under her belly button and used his chin to push her pants farther down her hips. Looking up in surprise, he commented, “You aren’t wearing panties.”
    “I know. I figured if I was coming to bed to be with you, I’d only be taking them off, so it seemed to me to be a time-saver to leave them off.”
    “Jesus, no wonder I can smell you so easily.” His hands didn’t move, but Ghost brought his nose down between her legs and inhaled deeply.
    Shifting in embarrassment, and wanting him to get on with it, Rayne commented dryly, “You know, that’d be quicker if you used your hands.”
    Ghost swallowed a laugh. She was hilarious. “I know, but I’m enjoying taking my time.”
    “As much as I appreciate that, we do only have one night, Ghost. Can we get on with it?”
    The gleam in his eyes as he looked up was electric. “You ready for me?”
    “Yes.”
    Ghost backed away and stood up next to the bed. As his hands went to the waistband of his sweats, he gestured to her pants and ordered brusquely, “Take ’em off.”
    Rayne lifted her hips and pushed her favorite lounging pants down, using her feet to push them the rest of the way off and to the floor. She couldn’t take her eyes off Ghost. He’d shoved his own pants off and was standing next to the bed taking her in as if she were a meal and he hadn’t eaten in days.
    But damn, he was fine. There was one additional gnarly scar on his left thigh, but otherwise he was flawless. She could see the tattooed writing on his side but couldn’t read what it said. She was distracted by his cock, which was standing up long and thick, jutting from between his thighs. Before she’d gotten her fill of looking at him, Ghost threw one leg over hers and settled back between her knees.
    He once again shoved his way up her body until her legs were gaping open around him. She bent her legs to accommodate him and gasped when he put both hands under her butt and lifted her hips.
    Rayne grabbed on to his arms again and panted in anticipation. She’d had a few guys go down on her before, but none seemed this…intense about it. Ghost had said he wanted her to get lost in the passion between them, and it looked like she was about to be.
    “Tattoo number two,” Ghost said.
    Rayne could see his attention on the small tattoo just outside her bikini line, almost on her inner thigh. He leaned down and licked over the Chinese symbol and she could feel the goose bumps shoot