Page 14 of Romancing Rayne

“Yes. How does it inspire you when you find your work gone?”

“This place is fluid,” he started. “Ever changing beauty. It’s a reminder there’s always something new to create, nothing stays the same. This piece would’ve never come to life unless I covered this god-awful snake. Don’t repeat that; no one wants to look at a slithering, green beast.” The man mocked shuttered. “Is this your first time down here, mates?”

“Yes,” Ghost answered.

“Aye. It’s something to see.”

“Would you mind?” Ghost nodded toward the box of spray cans.

“Fancy yourself an artist?”

“Not at all. I promised my wife a scavenger hunt when we come back to London for our twenty-fifth anniversary. I’ve been leaving our mark around the city. I thought I’d leave something here as well.”

“Take what you want.” The man turned back to his painting, leaving Ghost to rummage through the box.

With a can of spray paint in hand, Ghost was on a mission, finally stopping when he found a place to paint without covering something important. He knelt down and in perfect lettering wrote: Princess + Ghost.

My big, badass, Delta Force Operator husband—the romantic.

With a nod and a thank you, we returned the can of paint back to the man and moved to the exit. Once back on the street, Ghost tucked me where he wanted me and we walked back to the hotel.

“Thank you for writing our names in the tunnel. I’m kinda sad it won’t be there when we come back.”

“I’m not. It means I’ll have the opportunity to write it again.”

* * *

Ghost

“I’m going to take a quick shower,” Rayne told me as she rummaged through her bag, presumably to find a pair of pajamas.

“Don’t bother with clothes. You won’t need them.”

Her lips quirked up with a small grin, and I loved the blush that bloomed across her cheeks. She’d long ago learned not to argue when I asked her not to wear clothes to bed.

“Okay, Ghost. Give a minute to clean up and I’ll be right out.”

The bathroom door clicked shut behind Rayne, and, unlike the first time we were in this room together, I stayed while she showered. The familiarity of the situation hit me once again as I thought about her words, clean up. Rayne was the first woman I’d ever contemplated figuring out a way to see again. She was clean and pure, and at that time in my life nothing else was. Of course, I’d walked away like a coward thinking I was doing the right thing. I should be on my knees thanking the good Lord he brought Rayne back to me. But that would mean I was grateful she’d been bound to a dirty bed and almost raped by a young Egyptian boy in some back assed, coming of age ceremony. I could never be thankful for that. The memory of her bloodied wrists and ankles shackled to the bed turned me positively murderous. I’d carried her out of that hell hole, and she’d explained he was going to rape her seven times, and if she didn’t orgasm, the process would begin again. I wasn’t a vengeful man, but as I held a semi-conscious Rayne in my arms and fled the building, I’d wished I would’ve made the boy’s death more painful.

The sound of the shower stopped, and I quickly shook the memories away. I had new memories to make with Rayne, and they wouldn’t be sullied by the past. I needn’t have worried; the moment Rayne stepped out of the steamy bathroom, a towel wrapped around her sexy body, and one in her hands, wringing the water from her pretty, chestnut hair all I could think about was licking the remaining water droplets from her flesh.

Feeling especially needy I stalked toward her, disrobing as I went. By the time I was in front of her, I was fully nude. With a tug on the towel, it joined my clothes on the floor, and Rayne stood completely bare.

“Fuck, you are so beautiful.” The blush that covered her cheeks was sexy as hell. It didn’t matter how many times we’d been together this way, she was still shy and reserved. That was until I worked her up into a frenzy, then she turned into a sexy temptress. “Remember what I told you I wanted to do to you?” I waited until she nodded. “I’m hungry, Princess.” I tugged her to the bed and the second towel was discarded as she climbed on, lying in the middle on the king-sized bed. “Fucking starved, as a matter of fact.”

I didn’t wait for her response or for her to get better situated; I had to have her with a need that burned. I pushed her thighs apart, kissing the soft skin, slowly making my way to her center. The first swipe of my tongue over her slit had my cock twitching in excitement. By the time I had her clit between my lips, I was willing myself not to come on the sheets.

“Ghost!” Her sweet moan filled my ears and made me smile.

“Stop teasing me.”

Her plea had me slowing my movements. Even though slowing was something close to agony for my cock, I knew she’d come that much harder when I finally pushed her over the edge.

I licked and sucked and nibbled all the while Rayne’s hips bucked, trying to get me to hurry.

“I’m gonna die. You’re killing me. Please,” she groaned.

“Dying, huh?” I lifted my head to see her watching me.