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“Jason told me that it was dirty and only sluts do that.”
“What the actual fuck. Coming from a man who is sleeping with any woman who looks sideways at him?” I can feel my body tensing at the thought of this asshole making Cassie feel anything but beautiful. “I swear to God, if I ever meet him, that is just one of the many reasons I will punch the ever-living shit out of him. There is nothing more beautiful than a woman who allows herself to feel sexual and isn’t afraid to show it. You can put that one on the top of my wish list for ways I plan on hearing you scream my name while you come.” I don't give her time to blush or feel embarrassed in any way, taking her lips and showing her how turned on she makes me.
“You take my breath away every time you kiss me. You are going to be dangerous to my health.” A small giggle comes from Cassie as she settles her head back onto the pillow beside me.
“On the contrary. My fucking you senseless every day will make you feel like you are on such a high. I’ll make sure your body is in excellent shape.”
“What, you can only cope with once a day? Must be the age thing.” The cute smirk on her face, that has her little dimple coming out, shows how funny she thinks she is being.
“You didn’t just call me old, did you, young lady? Because I might just have to show you what age and experience can give you.”
Climbing over top of her and pinning her to the mattress, all bad thoughts of her ex are long gone, and all I see in her eyes is her longing for me. It's a vision I plan to keep on her face for the rest of our lives. I know it's too early to tell her, but I will marry this woman one day. She is it for me, and nothing will stand in the way between us.
It’s been a long time since I’ve slept the night with a woman tucked in bed with me—although sleeping is a word I should use loosely. After showing her that my age will never slow me down when it comes to her, we spent hours talking, touching, and completely devouring each other to the point that Cassie couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer.
I should have slowed down and given her a break, but now that we have opened the flood gates of our emotions, nothing is stopping either of us.
I’m used to surviving days without sleep, or a few hours just to top up. Lying here watching Cassie sleep is far more relaxing for me than choosing to close my eyes. I sat and watched her through the cameras around the house in the early days of her being here and tried to tell myself it was for her safety, which it was. I never want her to think of me as a creep who watched her just for the sake of it. There is a huge difference in what I was doing in keeping her safe, but what I saw in those cameras is nothing compared to her beauty in the flesh. Her shoulder-length brown hair, that she stood her ground and refused to cut or change the color of on that first day in the FBI office, is flowing down her back. It’s like her skin is flawless. I remember growing up, my mom used to tell me that no one was perfect, on the days I would let everything get me down and there would be words between us about getting her shit together. She would scream back at me that my expectations were too high and unrealistic. Although her words about being perfect are true, Cassie is pretty damn close.
I try to keep the thoughts in the back of my head that are screaming at me and have been since the moment I slammed my lips into hers and claimed Cassie. I’ve just made my role of protecting her so much riskier. How am I supposed to keep her safe when we are lying here naked and vulnerable? I tried to stop myself, but I just couldn’t do it any longer. The pull toward her has been getting stronger every day we spend together, and I can’t fight it any longer. I don’t want to.
Now I’ve just got to figure out how I can protect her and fuck her at the same time.
Things just got a whole lot more interesting in this house.
ChapterNine
CASSIE
Waking up alone is not what I was expecting. I can’t remember what time it was when I finally drifted off, in what I can only describe as an orgasmic slumber. I haven’t slept that well in a long time, but now, feeling the other side of my bed and the sheets are cold, I’ve got this unnerving feeling.
Does Ghost regret it?
It’s not like he can take off and leave me here, but this will make it so awkward if he has changed his mind. Were all those words just what he thought I wanted to hear last night?
Fuck this! I’m not lying here and letting my mind send me spiraling again.
Sitting up, throwing the covers off me and standing quickly, my head is spinning a little. I’m not sure if it’s from fear or just getting up too fast. My feet hit the cold floor, and as much as I’m having my own little freakout, I can feel aching muscles in places I haven’t felt in a very long time. I want to enjoy this moment, but the need to see Ghost is more pressing. I need to remember that out of this bed, that is who he is to me.
Ghost, not Noah.
Looking down, I see his shirt from last night still on the floor, and sliding it on feels like a quicker option to cover myself in a hurry. That smell of his manly sweat and everything that is Ghost envelops me. It’s not settling me like I thought it would, and I don’t even bother looking in the mirror or using the bathroom because I just need to see him.
Through the wall I can hear the clicking of computer keys. Not even bothering to knock, I walk from my bedroom and open the door straight into his room. It looks more like a war room than somewhere he uses to sleep and relax in. I’m sure he knew I was coming, with his ninja-like senses, and he didn’t jump an inch as I walked straight in behind him. His computer screens go black instantly, and anything that he’s hiding from me is completely gone. That pisses me off, but I’ll deal with that later.
Before I reach him, he spins around in his chair, and his smile disarms me. All the heat from my panic cools instantly, with just one simple word and action. Working out why his shirt was still on the floor, I’m left staring at his bare chest, and that starts up a whole different type of fire inside me.
“Morning.” He raises his arms and opens them to me, inviting me to curl up in his lap. My worst thoughts are swept away, but I know I still need to voice them, otherwise they will continue to simmer inside of me, and I have enough demons I’m battling at the moment.
I don't hesitate to go to him, knowing it’s where I belong, but I have questions.
“Why did you leave me, do you regret it? Was I that bad?” I blurt out before I even get settled, and Ghost's lips which were just touching my forehead, now jerk back, and he looks at me, stunned.
“No!” His voice is direct, and he doesn't wait for an answer. His lips are on mine and taking everything he can from me, and in return, he pours all his emotions into my body just through one touch, his powerful kiss.
Pulling back from me, I’m gasping for air. It’s like he sucks every bit of it from my lungs every time he touches me like this.
“Does that feel like regret to you, bright eyes?”
