Code Name: Ghost - Sawyer Bennett Page 0,56
his body was like before he left for Syria or when he was rescued. But it’s utterly beautiful right now, with taut skin over corded muscles. His heartbeat feels so strong and true under my palm. It’s hard to believe he’s ever had such struggles.
Leaning forward, I inhale his scent—a woodsy body-wash smell—before pressing a kiss to his breastbone. Malik’s hand comes behind my head, and he holds me there.
But only briefly before his fingers slip into my hair, curl inward, and grip a chunk. He pulls my head back, stares down fiercely, and notes, “I think we need the rest of our clothes off.”
The corners of my mouth curve upward, and I nod. “That we do.”
My hands go to the fly of his jeans while his dive down to the button of my dress pants. At the same time, I manage to kick off my heels. By the time Malik toes his shoes off, I have his zipper all the way down and my hand is plunging inside.
And oh my God… I’d forgotten the simple eroticism of taking a man’s cock in hand and feeling the hard length covered by satin skin, knowing the type of devastation its beauty could wreak upon me. Malik is a big man everywhere, including the—what I’m guessing—is eight inches I’m holding in the palm of my hand. When I give him a light stroke, Malik groans in rapture.
“Do that again, Anna,” he orders.
I do, but I stroke him harder this time. Up and down, feeling the silk and steel move through my grip and forgetting about my need to have him between my legs. Right now, I consider pushing him onto his back and using my hands and mouth to make him feel good.
Except he’s gone, pulling away from me to stand at the end of the bed. He’s stunning, all lean physique with his huge erection jutting out. His hands grab at my pants, pulling them, along with my panties, roughly down my legs.
In the bright light of day in the middle of Malik’s bed, I’m completely naked. I have stretch marks and my belly is softer than it used to be, but the way he’s gazing upon me now, I’ve never felt more beautiful in my life.
He moves closer, his knees pressing into the side of the bed, and he bends at the waist, setting a hand down to rest near my ribs. Lowering his face to hover right before mine, he whispers, “There are a million things I want to do to you right now.”
A spasm hits me low in my gut over the lust rumbling through his words, then I feel his hand between my legs. I spread them without thought just as Malik glides his lips over mine. I open for him, taking his tongue into my mouth at the same time as the pad of his finger rubs along my sex.
He growls, speaking into my mouth. “You’re so wet, Anna.”
“For you,” I remind him.
When a long finger slides into me, I gasp, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Realizing Malik is no longer kissing me, I let them flutter open only to find his body lifted a bit, his head angled so he can see between my legs.
So he can watch his finger gliding in and out of me.
He’s absolutely enthralled with the view, and I’m entranced by watching him watch me. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life. When he rubs the tip of his finger over my clit, my entire body jerks, my nerve endings seeming to sizzle from the contact.
Slowly, his gaze comes to mine and he gives me a lopsided smile. “I really need to be inside you.”
“I’d like that sooner rather than later,” I admit before I start clawing at him to come into me.
“We’ll play and explore later, okay?”
I nod, liking that idea very much.
Gently, Malik removes his hand from in between my legs, then scans the floor for his jeans. I watch as he nabs his wallet and pulls out a condom.
It’s so sexy when he tears it open with his teeth, then fluidly rolls it down his thickness. My heart hammers hard in my chest as his eyes meet mine while he crawls onto the bed and moves over my body.
Lowering himself onto me, he places his hands back on my face to kiss me once again, the starting point from which all of our desires seem to come from. My legs