Page 114 of Ghost Hunted

“Now, I don’t want you to move. Close your eyes, and don’t move. I’m just going to wash you, baby,” he adds with a chuckle. “Don’t look so nervous.”

“Uhm… okay.” I am nervous, because I never know what to expect with him. Still, I breathe out slowly, and then… jump.

He’s back to licking long stripes up and down my armpits, down to my breasts. He alternates with a brush, and it both feels good and… very ticklish. Especially knowing that I can’t move, that it’ll hurt if I move.

It’s gentle, though. Very gentle. He drags his tongue over my skin, waking up nerves I never even thought I had. He kisses the places he’s licked, and when I start moaning, he replaces his mouth with the soapy brush.

It’s just like him to make sure even his gentleness turns into a form of torture. My nerves are on fire, his tongue, his kisses and the brush making goosebumps break out all over my skin.

And the worst is, I can’t move.

“You’re my ticklish girl, aren’t you?” he coos, rewarding me with yet another lick, this time under my ear, and I hiccup out a strained laugh.

“Okay, I get it, Logan… stop… fuck! My neck hurts!”

“I told you not to move,” he scolds. “It only hurts because you’re tensing up. Stop tensing.”

“Easier said than done! Ahh!”

At last he lets up, stroking the side of his face. “Alright, baby. You need to be better at listening. If you did, things would go a lot easier for you. Now, up you go. I’m going to put you into your pajamas, feed you dinner, and then tuck you into bed like a good girl.”

I glare at him, but still let him do exactly as he says. It’s not like I have a choice anyway.

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Logan

“I’m just saying, man. A little appreciation would be nice.”

“Yeah, well, fuck you too.”

“Come on, Logan.” Damien takes a lazy swig from the glass of whisky he’s placed on the desk beside his two feet, which he’s propped up on the glass surface. I glare at them, then at him.

“I really don’t want your filthy boots on my desk. The cleaning service was just here.”

He smirks at me, then slowly sits up. “What a couple of old bores we’re getting to be, aren’t we? Is this what middle age feels like?”

“You started it,” I grumble. “With your nonstop migraines and whining these past two years… the old you could have taken anything head-on. The new you nearly let all of Devil slip through your fingers due to your obsession over Seraphina.”

“Well, the new me is pushing forty,” he shrugs.

“Yeah, well, you’d think, with the way you were acting when you started to date Seraphina…”

He grins. “Dating’s a pretty ambitious word to describe the way I held her at Devil Tower against her will.”

“I was trying to make you come off a little less psychotic.”

“Yeah, right.” He kicks his boots back up, downing the rest of his glass. “You were trying to make yourself come off a little better. If I’m a psycho for locking my girl up in an apartment, what does that say about you, you cage-fucker?”

I throw him a murderous glance before standing up, cracking my knuckles and my neck. Then I head to the glass-encased wall of my large office, glancing out onto the business section of Astley. “Doesn’t matter. It’s in the past. Things are mostly good between Lia and me these days.”

“Mostly being the operative word.”

“Well, maybe she’s a little frustrated. And maybe I am too, for different reasons, because I didn’t realize how hard the wait until I could... well...”

I interrupt myself, because I really have no desire to get into specifics about my sex life with Damien. I’ve already said more than I’d like, but I’ve never been more frustrated. She keeps insisting that she’s fine, that she can handle me, but I’m terrified. Terrified of hurting her, because I don’t know how to be anything but violent in bed.

“Well, I just wish you’d spent a little less time having mostly good times with Lia, and a little more time trying to follow the clues before we’d reached a complete dead-end. That’s all I’m saying. Because I neglected a fuckload of shit to help you, and it was all for nothing.”