“You do?”
“Callum had a lot of them. You get used to seeing them. Question is, was it here for me or you?”
A cold chill blew through Greer, raising the specter of the disembodied eyes that had been commandeering his dreams. “You think it was a ghost?”
Blade’s dad gave a dry laugh and shook his head. “It sure as hell weren’t no owl.”
Greer watched Ryker walk back to his little cabin. He put his phone back into his pocket.
Question is, was it here for me or you?
He had a bad feeling he knew the answer. He turned back to Mandy’s house, which was still quiet. Too quiet. Too dark. Too ripe for a visit from his nightmare. Maybe he wasn’t awake at all. Maybe this was just part of his dream. He stepped toward the hallway where a white figure moved in the shadows. He stopped and tensed, instinctively preparing for an attack from a ghost.
“Greer, you okay?”
Remi. Only Remi. The air left him in a fast exhale. Fucking Ryker, spooking him. “Yeah.”
“You ran out of the house. I thought the WKB had come.”
“I saw something out the window. Was just an owl flying low for a mouse or something.”
She didn’t move as he came toward her. He didn’t stop until his bare feet touched hers. He knew what he needed…the only thing that would delay his dance with the devil’s eyes.
Greer flattened his hand against Remi’s face, keeping still long enough for his senses to take note of her warmth and softness and humanness. She was very much alive.
He bent his head and kissed her, flattening his mouth to hers, pressing in to her as his other hand gripped her back. He walked her backward to the wall. Her hands reached for his face. She lifted herself against his body as her head tilted and her mouth opened for him.
A faint scent of something sweet and spicy drifted to him. He couldn’t place it, but he liked it. His nostrils flared as he breathed more of her, felt more of her.
He gripped her hips, her ass, and lifted her as she leaned back against the wall. Holding her legs spread over his hips, he rocked into her. Bumping. Grinding. He kissed her again and timed the thrusts of his tongue with the meeting of their hips.
She arched her back. Her legs tightened against him. He heard the hiss she made as their bodies connected. He broke from the kiss and buried his face in her neck, breathing her in until her scent was locked in his soul.
He opened his mouth and licked the line of her smooth, soft skin. Waves of anticipation throbbed in his cock. Her touch, her moans—all of it stirred him as he’d never been stirred before.
He carried her into his room. She wore nothing beneath her loose T-shirt and panties. Moving one hand to her opposite cheek, he freed his other hand to reach under her shirt and grip her breast. Her lips parted.
The moonlight streaming in from his window let him see how dark her eyes had become. He wanted her shirt off, but didn’t want to let go of her.
“Take it off.” He tugged at it, then held her as she lifted it over her head. His eyes feasted on the bare skin she revealed. Her nipples were tight. He pressed her against his bare chest, feeling those mounds and the hard points of her nipples. He moved his hand slowly, so slowly, up her spine, pressing her closer to him. When his hand reached her neck, he eased her down onto the bed.
She moaned in complaint at the cool air that separated their bodies. He smiled. Hooking his fingers in the edge of her panties, he pulled them down her hips and legs, far too slowly to please her. He brought her feet up to his chest so he could run his hands over her silky skin from her ankles to her thighs.
He bent and kissed her calf, opening her legs as he did so, then knelt on the floor so he could press his face to the back of her knee. Her thighs were slim. His big hands had complete control of her legs, holding her open for the taking. Her sweet, spicy scent was in the curve of her knee, as it was everywhere else on her.
He licked the space behind her knee. Her body contracted. He grinned and nibbled the tendon next to the soft crease, then continued toward the V of her legs, stopping just short of the dark curls at her core.
Switching his attention to her other knee, he repeated the licks, tastes, and nibbles. When he neared her center again, he looked up at her. She was leaning on her elbows, watching him. As soon as his mouth left her, she hissed.
Forking her fingers through his hair, she brought his face down to her sweet center. Greer hooked her legs over his shoulders. Gripping her hips, he held her immobile as his tongue swept along her seam. Her thighs tightened around his face. He wrapped his arms around them, opening her again.
His tongue slipped between her folds and leisurely stroked the length of her feminine core, from her clit to her opening. He lost himself in the pleasure of tasting her. He could feel in the tension of her legs the waves of desire growing, becoming, thrumming for release. Each time she nearly peaked, he paused, waiting for it to pass, until at last there was no stopping her release. She screamed as it racked her body. He prolonged her ecstasy by penetrating her with two of his fingers, leaving his thumb to manipulate her clit so that he could watch her writhe on his bed.
When the moment slowly eased away, he kissed the inside of one of her thighs. He stood and withdrew a handful of condoms from his go-pack that one of the guys had brought over to Mandy’s for him. Dropping his jeans, he kicked them off and covered himself.
Kneeling between her legs, he braced his arms on both sides of her body. “Anyone ever tell you how good you taste?” he asked.
She smiled as she bit her lip. Running her hands up his arms, she said, “Anyone ever tell you you get chatty at the wrong times?”
“Do I?”
“Mm-hmm.”
He kissed her shoulder. Holding a breast, he kissed the soft mound. “Sounds like you’re in a hurry.”
“Sounds like you’re not.”