Authors: Angela Verdenius

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Immediately he
pushed her face back against his shoulder. “I love you, Ali. I know
you don’t want things to change, I know you hate change. I promised
it’d be all right, but I can’t hide my feelings any longer. I-”

“Ty!” She
pushed against his chest, her heart pounding. “You
love
me?”

“Yes, and I’m
so sorry. I had no idea you didn’t feel the same.” Pulling her back
against him, he continued to rock her, his voice a little hoarse.
“I love you, Ali. I’ve loved you since the day I first laid eyes on
you in the school playground, only I didn’t know it then. But I do
now.”

He loved her.
Ghost loved her! Her heart leaped for joy, her mind sang, her body
struggled for breath. Literally.

One almighty
twist and she managed to put about two inches between them. The man
had a grip like Hercules.

“Ghost!” She
spat out what felt suspiciously like a bit of cat hair from her
mouth. Seeing as he had five cats who lolled around on his spare
clothes, it wasn’t that unbelievable.

Reaching up,
she grabbed his cheeks between her hands and pulled his head down
to kiss him.

Hard.

Deep.

Pouring
everything she felt into that one kiss. Every bit of love, every
bit of desire, every bit of hope and secret dreams.

When she
finally released him, he stared down at her, for once in his life
speechless.

Wiping her wet
cheeks on her sleeve, she sniffed and gazed up at him. “You love
me?”

“Yes?”

She couldn’t
help but give a wobbly laugh at his uncertain reply. “You do love
me?”

“Yes.” This
time he said it with surety, a gleam of hope lighting his eyes.
“Ali…?”

“Oh Ghost, I
thought you were telling me that we were breaking up.”

His mouth
dropped open.

“I thought this
was your way of breaking it to me. I had no idea you were trying to
tell me you loved me.” Throwing her arms around his neck, she
pulled his head down and kissed him again, right before she
breathed into his mouth, “I love you, too.”

“God, Ali.” He
rested his forehead against hers. “You scared the hell out of
me.”

“Ditto.” She
sniffed again.

“Don’t cry.” He
wiped his thumb under her eye, his movement as gentle as his voice.
“I never want to see you cry.”

“Can’t help it.
I cry at sad movies.”

“Yeah, I know.”
He laughed softly, pulling a hanky from his pocket. “Here,
blow.”

“How romantic.”
She blew her nose and tucked the hanky into her jacket pocket.

“Only you, Ali,
only you.” Cupping both her cheeks, he kissed her softly. “I love
you, Ali Mackay.”

“I love you, Ty
Sinclair. You’re always there for me, and I always want you to be.
Forever.”

“Ali, call on
me anytime, anywhere, and I’ll be there right beside you.”

He kissed her
again, slowly, deeply, and she sank into his arms.

Only he didn’t
stop, his hands shifting, drawing her jacket from her shoulders and
slipping it off her. Long fingers worked at the buttons on her
shirt.

“Ghost.” She
opened her eyes.

He didn’t
reply, his head dropping as he kissed her neck, making her shiver
with rising desire and the tickle of his silken hair sweeping
across her now nearly naked breasts.

He stoked the
flames of passion inside her with every kiss, every stroke of his
hands as he removed her clothes while worshipping her with every
touch.

Before she knew
it she was naked and lying in the back of the panel van, Ghost
looming above her, blocking out the light from the torch.

Fire flickered
through her veins, heating the tide of carnal desire he always
brought to life inside her, but when she reached for him, intending
to pull him into her rising passion, he held her hands gently,
shaking his head.

“Just lie back,
Ali,” he said softly.

And then he
moved down her body.

If she thought
she’d experienced everything he’d done so far, she was mistaken.
The last time he’d sipped on her secrets, it had been heady, hot,
wicked, but this time was so very different.

Every lick of
her silken secrets was gentle. Every flick of his tongue against
her clitoris was steady, deliberate, making her arch and writhe
beneath his ministrations.

She wanted hard
and fast.

Ghost
controlled her, making love to her slowly, carefully, driving her
almost insane with ardour.

His hands held
her thighs apart, strong thumbs gliding over her inner heat,
parting the delicate folds to bear her secrets to his gaze and
knowing, oh so knowing, mouth.

He didn’t lash
her with his tongue, he worshipped her, pushing her higher, every
soft sweep, every silken suck, every careful nip.

When she
thought she couldn’t take it anymore he moved back up her body,
making her whimper at the loss, only to gasp as he filled her
slowly, surely, one long, unhurried push inside her, impaling her
with erotic ease.

Looming above
her he thrust slowly, almost lazily.

“Ghost.” She
gasped his name in agonised pleasure. “Please.”

Lowering his
head, he kissed her gently, caringly. Sweetly. “I love you, Ali,”
he whispered huskily. “I love you so much.”

There was no
chance to reply because he started moving again, that steady, slow
thrust that was driving her almost insane with desire. How could a
man move so slowly yet still build the heat so high?

Helpless to
hurry him, unable to do more than writhe beneath his touch and take
what he gave her, she could only give herself up to his mastery.
Once she did, he saw to her needs as he always did, always her
first.

Using tongue,
hands, and whispered words of hot encouragement, he pushed her
slowly along the path to Eros. His hips never once changed tempo,
his hands stroking, lips kissing, tongue flickering out to lave the
pulse beating so wildly in the side of her throat.

Unable to hold
on yet unable to fly, she could only cling to him as finally,
finally, she felt the shift in him, the speeding up of his
hips.

“It’s all
right, Ali.” His words were husky, almost hoarse with suppressed
desire. “In a minute, my darling. In a minute you can fly, but not
right now.” He stopped.

“No…” she
whimpered, straining against him.

Cupping her
cheeks, he looked down into her eyes. “I love you, Ali. This is for
you.”

She didn’t know
what he did. A shift of his hips, a thrust, his hands curling
around her head as he arched over her and took her lips. Kissing
her so deeply she knew she’d never get the taste of him from her
mouth. Her sheath spasmed but something had changed in mere
seconds.

Seeking him,
wanting him, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him
closer. Loving him. When it had changed she didn’t know, but the
yearning for a hurried, glorifying orgasm fled to be replaced with
the need to have him close, to have him inside her as long as she
could, to retain the intimacy of their joining.

“Ty,” she
whispered. “I love you, Ty. I do.”

The tenderness
of the moment wasn’t lost between them, the shared understanding of
their gazes, but then their bodies took over, the building need
between them moving them instinctively.

His hips thrust
faster, harder, and she rose eagerly to meet him, her fingers
twining into his silky hair before he straightened and she slipped
through the blonde strands to grip his shoulders instead.

Arching back,
taking his weight on his hands, he thrust harder, hips pounding now
as he pushed them both onwards up that soul-shattering peak. Right
before she went over he dropped down on top of her, capturing her
mouth, swallowing her cry of release even as his hips jerked, his
seed filling her.

Her body
cradled safely in his arms, her spirit hurtled out into the
shattering of stars.

Opening her
eyes she became aware of several things at once. One, Ghost was
deliciously heavy and warm atop her. Two, her toes were cold.
Three, the torch was still shining brightly in the doorway of the
panel van. Four, she’d actually made love in the back of Ghost’s
panel van.

That last
thought made her smile widely.

At that moment
Ghost lifted his head, his slumberous gaze catching her smile.
“What’s so funny?”

“Just
remembering why panel vans are called shag wagons.”

“Mmm.” Smiling,
he snuggled into her, pressing little kisses along her throat. “You
know what’s even funnier?’

“What?” Her
hands slid down his back, tracing the muscles that bunched beneath
the hot skin.

“If there are
any spirits out here, we’ve just shocked the shit out of them.”

Ali’s eyes
widened and then she giggled, slapping him lightly on one trim
buttock.

“Ouch!”
Propping himself up on his elbows, he gazed down at her. “Leave my
arse alone, woman.”

“That’s what I
told you, and you didn’t,” she replied.

“That’s because
your cute arse is just made for smacking when you smart mouth me.”
He grinned, eyes gleaming. “I do love a good handful.”

She slapped him
on the shoulder. “Last handful you’ll ever get.”

“Oh no, honey,
because I intend to make your arse legally mine.”

She
stilled.

“Yep,” he said
with great satisfaction. “I’m asking you to marry me, Ali Mackay,
and I won’t be taking no for an answer.”

Her heart
skipped a beat. “You really want to marry me?”

“Abso-freakin’-lutely.”

With a squeal
of pure joy, she hugged him close. “Oh yes! The answer is yes!”

“Of course,
there are two conditions.”

Warily, she
pulled back to look up at him. “What?”

“I come with
five cats.”

“No problem. I
know your trouble makers already, so I know what I’m getting
into.”

“Good. Now for
the other condition. What’s the big secret you’re keeping for
Tommy, the café owner?”

Her smile was
smug. “I can’t tell you that.”

“Are you
sure?”

She nodded.

“Ah crap.” He
sighed. “Guess I’ll take you anyway.”

“Oh, you are so
hard done by.”

“Speaking of
hard…”

It wasn’t long
before the laughter turned to sighs and the panel van started
rocking.

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BIO

Angela
Verdenius lives in Australia, where she is ruled by her cats,
adores reading, and thinks a perfect day is writing and drinking
Diet Coke, followed by reading or a good horror movie.

To date, she
has written numerous novels in sci-fi romance series and BBW
contemporary romances, 2 novellas, and several short stories, one
of which is a zombie story she had great fun writing (especially as
she thinks zombies are the coolest monsters around). Her books have
won many reviewers’ awards, as well as having been on the
Fictionwise best-seller list and winning the Golden Rose Award.

For more
information about Angela’s books, visit:

Her website at
http://www.angelaverdenius.com/

The lighter
side of life on her blog
http://angelaverdenius.blogspot.com
/

And at
Smashwords:
http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/angelaverdenius

Keep reading
for listings of books available in ebook and print.

OTHER BOOKS BY THIS
AUTHOR

The full length
novels below are available in assorted ebook formats as well as
paperback.

The short
stories and one novella is available in ebook only.

BBW
Romances

The Virgin Sex
Queen

Big Girls
Lovin’ trilogy:
Doctor’s Delight

Cop’s
Passion