Your Ghost

Chapter 26:

EVELYN:

I try to keep my breathing under control, but I know that is impossible to do.

Ransom's sweet torture did not help. He was gentle. So gentle. I thought this was going to be quick. Ransom knows that if I want him, I want him now!

In the past, Ransom would usually make this quick, because even he would want to make this fast.

I lay looking at the ceiling. I can feel my body is hurting, but not as much as last night – thank goodness!

I am still mad at Ransom and he knows it, but that moment downstairs...it felt like sparks were flying between us. I felt something inside me when I touched Ransom's chest. I wanted him. Only him.

What happened now...between us...it felt good. So damn good.

Ransom makes for a good distraction – I'll admit – especially from what happened earlier today between my father and me.

Dammit! The words my father told me in that restaurant were cruel and unkind. He yelled at me purposefully so that the entire restaurant could hear. I wanted to just burst out crying, but I couldn't. I mean everyone was watching me in that place. Plus, if I did cry, my dad would gloat about how I am a cry baby and that I am seeking attention.

Ransom just had to be there – when I specifically told him not to be there! I knew my father would say something to piss me off, but not the words he said. Ransom heard what my father shouted, and I know Ransom wants to know what my father and I spoke about.

I cannot tell him, at least not now. I will probably end up crying if I tell Ransom what happened.

I close my eyes and turn over, but immediately turn back where I am lying on my back. Ransom's spent is still on my stomach. I curse silently to myself because this was my fault. If I just waited a few more seconds, I could have felt the warmness of his spent inside me, instead of it being on me. And I wanted to feel his warmness inside me!

I was way too eager! You idiot!

Ransom returns with a towel. "Let's clean you up." he smiles smugly as he cleans his spent off my stomach.

Ransom is my distraction! Ransom is my distraction!

I grin back. If he thinks this is entertaining, then let me put on a show.

I slide my finger over my stomach and I taste his spent in my mouth. "Mmm..." I hum, "You taste good."

"So did you. Now can I clean you up, or do you prefer to lick it off?"

I close my eyes and resist the urge to roll my eyes.

"And take your finger out your mouth. It's distracting."

I smile and don't listen. I look directly at him. "But you taste so good." I taunt. I exhale a moan, just to tease him.

"Stop it." his voice is a little firm.

"Or what?" I muffle.

"Or I will go for another round and it will be painful for you." he warns.

I stop immediately.

Wait! Why am I acting like this?

I want Ransom to distract my mind, but why do I want to be dirty with him?

"I – I'm s-sorry." I stammer.

Now I feel dirty!

"It's okay." Ransom smiles slightly.