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Ray cracked open his eyes and realizedimmediately he wasn’t dreaming. Ghost was straddling his waist andrunning his hands all over Ray’s chest. His shirt was unbuttoned,and Ray had no idea how he had slept through that.
“Good, you’re awake,” Ghostsaid, and Ray noticed his hair was wet.
“Did you have a shower?”Ray asked.
“Yes. You must have beenexhausted not to hear the water running in the ensuite.”
“I haven’t slept well overthe last three days. Too busy looking over you.”
“Well, you’ll be happy toknow I’m back to one hundred percent. Not a twinge of pain ornagging sore spot. I feel like a new man.”
His muscled man was wearing only atowel across his waist, and Ray lay mesmerized by the waterdroplets slowly dripping down his chest from his still-wet hair.Fuck. Had anything ever looked more appetizing? Ray wanted to tasteto find out.
“You’re sure you’ re fullyrecovered?” he asked sultrily.
“Yep.” Ghostgrinned.
That’s all Ray needed. He grabbedGhost by the hips, easily lifting him, and spun him so he wasunderneath Ray and at his mercy. First, he wanted that taste. Raytraced the path of one water droplet with his tongue, down Ghost’sneck to his chest. Tasting his salty skin only increased Ray’shunger for the man below him.
“Damn, you taste good,” Raygrowled before taking Ghost’s lips in a punishing kiss full ofneed.
Ghost’s groan was incentive enough forhim to continue his exploration. No one had the right to be thissexy. Ray allowed his hands to roam as Ghost stretched and wasentranced by the difference between his large, tanned hands coveredin scars against Ghost’s smooth, pale skin. He traced the valleysbetween Ghost’s lean muscles as his lithe body pressed into Ray’spalm, begging for more touch and taste.
Ray had never been so preoccupied withthe sensual aspects of mapping the body of his soon-to-be lover. Inthe past, it was all about the search for satisfaction, fulfillinga basic need. Now, he wanted to spend his time exploring, touching,and tasting the man he intended to make his for the rest of theirdays, no matter how long that may be.
“You’re wearing entirelytoo much clothing,” Ghost moaned as he reached for Ray’sbelt.
Ray didn’t have to be told twice andbegan to strip his shirt off before unbuckling his belt. It wasn’tlong before he crawled back into bed wearing only his boxer briefs,and as he pulled a naked Ghost closer, he reveled in the feel ofbeing skin to skin.
“Why do you still have yourboxers on?” Ghost asked as he curled in closer to Ray.
“Because I wanted to giveyou one last chance to change your mind.”
“I don’t plan on changingmy mind,” Ghost chuckled. “Now get naked.”
“Okay, but if we do this,you’ll never get rid of me. You’ll be mine alone.”
“And you’ll be minealone.”
“Yes.”
“Then what are you waitingfor? It’s naked time,” Ghost cheered, making Ray laugh.
Ray slid the remaining fabric out ofthe way and pulled Ghost over him.
“Much better,” Ghostmoaned.
“Oh shit,” Ray said,remembering something extremely important.
“What’s wrong?”
“I forgot aboutsupplies.”
“The bonus of being in ahouse full of gay men is supplies are easy to find,” Ghost saidwhile pointing toward the bedside table.
Ray looked at the box of condoms andthe new bottle of lube. “Where did you get those?”
“They were in thebathroom.”
