Page 35 of The Grave Robber

I coughed into a closed fist to disguise a burst of laughterI couldn’t have stopped if I’d tried. My life had gotten so weird after thathell demon possessed me, and then this angel showed up and flipped everythingupside down. We would figure out how to cheat death. How to stop fate. And thefirst step was putting Paul Meacham behind bars.

Actually… I set her at arm’s length again. The first stepwas seeing to this exquisite being who had a few supernatural powers herself.Namely, dissolving men’s bones with a single glance.

I lifted her chin, her blue eyes shimmering in the sunlight,and pressed my mouth to hers. She remained as stiff as the suspension on aHarley-Davidson hardtail until I slid my tongue between her lips and dove deepinside her. She melted against me and even went so far as to grab handfuls ofmy T-shirt for stability.

After walking her back to the bed, I eased her onto it andsank to my knees in front of her. She wrapped her arms around my neck andtightened her hold when I tried to pull back. I let her take the lead for amoment as she explored my mouth, at first hesitantly and then with more fervor,tilting her head and pushing her tongue against mine. Her fingers found theirway into my hair and held me still as she tried various techniques, almost asthough she’d been studying up and wanted to experience them all. Which, oddlyenough, worked for me.

While she practiced mouth-to-mouth, I went to work on thechest compressions. I unbuttoned the top of her dress and thanked the gods forfront-clasp bras. I unhooked it and watched as two gorgeous orbs spilled out.And I thought she couldn’t be any more perfect.

When I brushed a thumb over one nipple, she gasped frombehind the kiss, pulling in cool air between our lips. When I broke away to runmy tongue over that same dusky peak, she cradled my head to her chest, herbreaths coming in quicker and quicker succession. When I slid a hand under herdress and up her thigh, she parted her legs and eased forward on the bed untilmy fingers found soft curls.

Which meant she wasn’t wearing panties. I had to pause and takea moment as blood flooded my erection, hardening me even further. It had been awhile. I almost came in my pants when I felt the slickness and warmth of herfolds.

I held her to me and put my mouth at her ear. “I’m going tomake you come, okay?”

“But you’re going to join me, right?” she asked, her voicebreathy.

I shook my head. I couldn’t. Not until I knew what’dhappened to her. I didn’t want to trigger any bad memories, and she didn’t needa rutting stag taking advantage of her. “Next time.”

She leaned back and frowned. “But I want to lick you.”

A grin spread so far across my face it hurt my abrased jaw.“You can lick me next time.”

She made a whimpering sound of protest, which quickly turnedinto a moan as my fingers slid inside her. She tightened around them, and I hadto take deep, purposeful breaths just to keep the possibility of spontaneousejaculation at bay.

“Are you okay?” I asked before proceeding.

She breathed out one word that reflected her personality toa flawless degree. “Exceedingly.”

That’d do. I hooked an arm under one knee and slid down herbody, kissing her inner thighs until I reached her perfect center. I slid mytongue along the silky folds and then brushed it across her swollen clit.

She squirmed and strengthened her hold on my hair as if itwere the only thing keeping her on this earthly plane.

I pushed my fingers deeper inside and suckled her clit,circling my tongue slowly at first and then with more speed. She grabbed thebedspread on either side of her and stilled, her breath suspended as hermuscles tightened around my fingers, pulling them even deeper.

The orgasm hit her hard. She arched her back, her bodyseizing until she cried out, until she drove her fingers into my hair again andbucked in unison with each trembling ripple as the orgasm pulsed through her,creating exquisite wave after exquisite wave.

I eased onto the bed next to her. She returned to earthslowly, her chest rising and falling as she stared at the ceiling.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” I asked, a little concerned.

“Why on God’s green Earth was I still a virgin? Why did Iwait so long?” Her astonished expression had me crying on the inside. “I had noidea.”

I raised onto an elbow. “Wait, are you telling me you’venever had an orgasm?”

“Is that bad? Is there something wrong with me?”

“No. I’m just surprised. I mean, you’ve never even…” I letmy voice trail off.

She mirrored my position and rested her head in her hand.“You forget, I’ve had a ghost watching my every move since I was twelve.”

One more clue. She’d been twelve when it all started. What’dhappened to make her believe she was being haunted so deeply? What’d happenedto make her neglect herself and her life so much? “Is that why you’re still a virgin?”

She dropped her gaze to a loose thread on the garishlypatterned bedspread. “Let’s just say, there’s a reason Peter Scarsdale only gotto second base.”

I sat up in alarm. “Halle, what happened?”

“It’s silly.”

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