Touching Ghost (SEALs On Fire)

by Regina Carlysle

  “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.

  Shivering, she felt her feet touch the ground and looked on as Ren retrieved her handbag from the floor and started digging for her room key. Unable to speak or even to breathe as lust beat a quick path through her body, she watched him.

  Ren plunged the plastic key into the door and glanced her way. His eyes were dark and mysterious as they swept over her. “Hold that thought.”

  Sadie shoved shaking fingers into her tousled hair, pushing it from her forehead. “How’d you know I was thinking?”

  “Honey, you’re always thinking. You are a scary woman.”

  Scary?

  Now there was a thought.

  Silent laughter swam through her mind, but then he grabbed her hand and drew her into the luxurious hotel suite. Sure, it had been quite a thing to splurge on, but she figured she deserved it after living in a one-horse town since the moment of her birth. Besides, seeing Ren again was worth any cost, so why not do it in style? The lovely sitting room was shrouded in darkness except for the floor lamp she’d left on. It sat near a bank of windows and the French doors leading to a balcony that provided a glorious ocean view.

  Of course, who cared about an ocean view at a time like this?

  “Can I get you a drink?” she whispered as sudden uncertainty swept her.

  Ren, looking dark, manly and intense, shook his head. “Uh uh.”

  “Um. You didn’t have dessert. Want me to order something?”

  His teeth flashed white in the semi-darkness, but the smile disappeared as once again he shook his head.

  Sadie stared. She licked her lips. Honest to God, she felt herself twitching, and it wasn’t all from the lust his touch had sent coursing through her veins. Feeling like a thirteen-year-old at her first boy-girl school dance, she reminded herself that she was a grown woman and not a kid.

  “Stop it, Sadie.”

  “What?”

  “Fidgeting. You started this business, but I’m going to finish it. Got that?” He stalked to her, scooped her up, and looked straight into her eyes. “Where’s the bedroom?”

  She nodded toward the closed door across the room, and Ren headed straight for it. All she could do at that point was hang on for the ride. Giving in, she tightened her arms around his shoulders and leaned into him.

  “That’s better,” he murmured as he stopped beside her neatly made bed. “I don’t want you scared and jittery, sweetheart. I want you to feel good.” Once he sat her on her feet, he settled his palm at the side of her face, tracing the corner of her lips with his thumb. “Just leave everything to me.”

  Oh boy.

  Yeah, she could do that, and Sadie suspected she was in capable hands. Ren was built to give a woman pleasure, and she could sure use some of that. Especially from him. He’d been the star of a gazillion delicious sex fantasies over the years, but this time she didn’t need a humming, battery-operated thingamajig to get her off. Ren was here in the flesh, and if the bulge behind the zipper of his jeans was any indication, he was ready to rock and roll.

  Maintaining eye contact, Ren grabbed the small black pager attached to his belt and tossed it to the foot of the bed. “I’m always on call.”

  “Hope the damn thing stays quiet tonight.”

  One corner of his lips kicked up. “One of the requirements of being a SEAL, honey, but I figure we’ll just push that possibility to the back of our minds.” Then he reached into the back pocket of his jeans and sent a handful of condom packets sailing to join the pager on the bedspread.

  “Optimistic.”

  “Always,” he said.

  Sadie didn’t let herself think of whom he planned to use all that protection with, but she was pretty sure it wasn’t her. Jealousy gnawed at her, but she was a realist. Before tonight they’d simply been friends—assuming anyone could call their relationship simple—and there was no doubt in her mind that Ren and his friends planned to blow off some steam while here.

  Well, if Ren wanted to heat things up, call her a tea kettle and turn on the burner.

  Nerves skittered down her spine to curl tightly in her belly. Just imagining him using all those condoms, one after the other, made her body cream. Little pulses of sensation coursed through her pussy, reminding her of how empty her life had been without him.

  Her Navy SEAL yanked his tee shirt over his head and tossed it aside before going to work on the snap of his jeans. His expression was raw, savage, and intense, and Sadie’s mouth went dry as the rasping sound of a zipper slid through the sudden silence.

  He had a body built for sin, and Sadie knew she’d be a gazillionaire if she could bottle all that wicked sex appeal. His chest was hard and strong, sculpted by the heavens just for her. Instinctively she wanted to walk straight up to him and test that resiliency with her fingertips and palms, but she simply couldn’t get her wobbly legs to move. Instead, she could only stand there like an idiot, taking in that beau
tiful chest and the ridges of his washboard abs. A light sprinkling of dark hair trailed from below his belly button to become lost in worn denim.

  Ren removed his shoes and jeans and finally stood there naked. His gaze focused on her, and she had to force her tongue to move enough to speak. “You are so gorgeous, I could eat you up with a spoon.” It was funny how her nerves had suddenly disappeared, leaving behind a demented sex-starved female. Slowly licking every inch of his bronzed skin seemed a very good idea at the moment.

  His erection rose high against his belly, thick and hard. Ren fisted his hand around the base, then dragged it slowly up then down. Sadie noted the diamond drop of fluid that seeped from the slit at the head. A muscle flexed in his stubble-covered jaw. Sadie had never seen a man so savage, so primal, and she wanted him more than her next breath.

  I want to touch it.

  Had she said the words or merely thought them?

  “If you touch me right now, I’ll go off like a rocket. Can’t have that. Not yet.” Ren answered that question, obviously spoken, and moved to stand scant inches from her body. “As to eating me with a spoon? Later. Right now, it’s my turn and I’m downright hungry. Hungrier than you.”

  Wanna bet?

  Sadie shivered despite the waves of heat that swept her, then gasped as he settled his hands at the sides of her neck and kissed her again, deeper this time, harder than before. His tongue moved heavily into her mouth, slanting one way and then the other until she was breathless. Ren sent his hands into action, filling them with her breasts, teasing her tender nipples with the pads of his thumbs.

  Wicked sensation blasted through her body from that point of contact. It wound through her core, into her belly to settle deliciously in her empty, aching pussy. Ren knew what she needed and how she wanted it as he stroked erogenous spots she hadn’t known she possessed. His fingers caressed her sides, her back, and cruised tauntingly over her belly. One fervent slide and he was there…just there.

  A tiny whimper of need whipped from her lips when he touched her pussy and Sadie’s cry seemed to spur him on. Ren dipped his hand beneath her skirt, slid beneath the elastic of her panties to touch aching flesh that creamed for him. Fingers thrust deep, plunging through creamy flesh that ached for more. Instinctively, her inner muscles tightened with each thrust and withdrawal.

  “Ren.”

  His name had no sooner left her lips than he drew back, a low curse on his lips, to whip her tee shirt over her head and toss it aside. Her skirt was next, along with her sandals, until she stood by the bed wearing only the skimpiest of panties and her bra.

  “Take ‘em off for me.”

  Sadie swallowed, wishing she’d managed to shed that last fifteen pounds from her most recent diet. Gathering her courage, she noted the fierce, possessive look in Ren’s eyes and reached behind her to unsnap the hook of her bra. When it slid down her arms, she let it fall to the floor and looked at him with all the bravery she could muster.

  Ren’s laser-sharp gaze centered on breasts that she knew were more than a handful. They’d been closer than two people could be while growing up, but this was different. Sexual tension filled the scant space between them.

  “You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, honey.” The words were rough, raw. Expectation of what would come next swamped her, and her always vivid imagination went wild as she slipped her thumbs into the sides of her panties and pushed them over her hips and down her legs. “Hooyah.”

  “Is hooyah a good thing?” Sadie’s voice shook.

  “It means I love what I see and want to fuck you until you’re screaming my name.” Ren slid a hot look over her exposed flesh and nodded sharply. “Hooyah.”

  Blunt. She loved a blunt man and this one in particular. Knowing the time for conversation was over, she stiffened slightly as he grabbed her up and kissed her as if his life depended upon it. He lifted her, wrapped one forearm beneath her ass, and she could do nothing but cling as he devoured her lips, tasted her tongue, and nipped gently at her bottom lip. Her wet, aching sex was plastered to his hard abs, and his erection brushed her ass, but she had little time to enjoy the feel of his body pressed to hers. In two quick strides, he moved to the mattress, reached down with on hand, and tossed the covers to the foot of the bed.

  Oh yes!

  Flat on her back, she looked up at him through a shadowy light that only served to emphasize his big body. But she didn’t have long to enjoy the show as her senses went on overload. Her fingers actually twitched to touch his rock-hard body.

  Ren came over her in the bed, and she met the action with a sigh as all that warm flesh pressed to hers. “I wondered about this,” she said. “You feel so good.”

  He didn’t speak. His eyes traced her face, settling on the curve of her lips before he bent to taste them again. Giving in to the strongest desire she’d ever known, Sadie flattened her palms against the bulging muscle of his upper back then sent them lower to the test the feel of all that satiny skin. Touching him this way was the sweetest of thrills.

  Lowering his mouth to her throat and shoulders, he then transferred his lips to her aching breasts. The breath she held expelled slowly as her pleasure surged.

  “My nipples. Suck my nipples,” she whispered, amazed at her boldness.

  Ren made a rough sound before dragging his tongue, his lips around her areola and scraping his teeth over the aching peaks. Wicked sensation tore through her, blasting from her breasts, through her core and straight to her drenched pussy.

  Sadie bowed her back against the firm mattress, silently willing him to do what she most needed, and he responded by taking a nipple into his mouth and drawing it deep. The sucking action against the aching bud dragged a whimper from her throat. Her fingers dug into the mighty fine curves of his ass, clinging to him, never wanting him to stop.

  Giving in to the demands of her body, Sadie opened her legs wider and swooped her calves over his heavy thighs, and then, arching upward, rubbed her pussy against his hard erection.

  “Damn.” The word burst from Ren’s throat as he moved slow and hard against her aching flesh. He continued tormenting her, dragging the heavy head of his erection over her clit until she writhed beneath him. Without warning, he went to his knees between her open thighs and reached for a condom. He’d just brought it to his teeth when Sadie gripped the tiny square and shook her head.

  “Not yet. I have to touch you, Ren.”

  The condom had to go. At least for now because she couldn’t wait a minute longer to touch him as she wanted. Plucking the rubber from his fingers, she laid it aside then reached for his heavy stalk. It seemed to pulse against her palm as if it had a life of its own. Sadie fisted her hand around it and watched his eyes close as she began to play. Dragging her hand, squeezing and releasing, alternating the pressure, she sent her other hand into action and found his balls. The sacs were hard, drawn up tightly against his body. A low moan broke from Ren’s lips.

  “Stop.” He reached down, removed her hands from his dick, then moved low enough to plant his lips on her belly and rest his cheek there. The stubble on his jaw rubbed her tender skin, gently abrading. Sadie caught her breath then released it when he bit gently and sucked that soft flesh into his mouth.

  Busy fingers brushed over her inner thighs, drawing little circles that moved higher and higher. Sadie knew she was wet there. Her body had begun to cream with their first kiss in the hallway and hadn’t stopped since. His fingertips inched nearer to her pussy, and he looked up. Their eyes connected over the expanse of her naked torso. “I’m gonna eat you out, darlin’. You ready?”

  Ready?

  Oh. My. God.

  Chapter Three

  Sadie’s body made his cock sit up and howl.

  From the moment she’d stripped down to all that beautiful bare skin, he’d wanted to jump her sweet bones, thrust deep, high, and hard and never venture back into reality. For as long as he’d known her, she had tried one diet then moved on to another, but Sadie
was a downright misguided female. Everything about her made his libido rock and roll. She was hourglass perfect and sweet as sugar.

  Ren gripped her thighs and parted them enough to accommodate his big body then drew his tongue over the insides, collecting the moisture there. She was wet. Perfect. The scent of her was familiar yet somehow completely new and complex, curling through his senses. He slipped his hands beneath her knees then dragged them over his shoulders, opening her completely to whatever he wanted. He’d dreamed of this moment, dreamed of sex with Sadie, but they’d all paled in comparison to the real deal.

  Her drenched pussy, glistened pink in the shadowy light. Ren buried his face against her, inhaling, reveling.

  “I can’t believe this,” she gasped.

  “Believe it. Now, hang on.” His lips moved against her weeping slit when he spoke, and Sadie shivered in response.

  Going to work on assuring her pleasure, and his, Ren swept her labia with the sides of his thumbs, parted her, and drew his tongue over her melting flesh. Sadie went still. Breathing over her skin, he licked slowly, again and again, before focusing his attention on her clit. It was swollen and slick as he drew his tongue over and around, finally drawing it between his lips to suck.

  “Oh, my God! Ren.”

  Sadie writhed against the bedding, pushing up against his mouth. Inspired, he sucked harder, teased mercilessly then rimmed her entrance with a fingertip. Her pussy clenched. Ren thrust the finger deep, then added another as her muscles clenched and released in little spasms that only foreshadowed what was to come. Increasing the pressure of lips and tongue on her clit, he felt her body tense then pick up the pace, going wild. She was close.

  “Come for me, sweetheart,” he whispered. Ren went back to work on her clit as she sent her fingers into his hair and tugged. Her heels dug into his upper back, and she pushed upward again, whimpering his name.