Page 36 of The Grave Robber

“Tell me.”

She pulled at the thread as she spoke. “We were in ourbasement, watching a movie, and we, you know, started kissing.”

“Okay.”

“And he started feeling me up.”

“Okay.” I wasn’t actually sure what constituted second base,but it sounded legit.

“And I started feeling him up.”

“Gotcha.”

“And then it happened.”

“What happened?” I asked softly.

“The man. The ghost made his presence known.”

“How?”

“The usual. Flashing lights. Volume blaring. Bangingsounds.”

It would seem Paul Meacham got jealous. Fucking perve.

“Peter freaked and ran out of the house, leaving me in thebasement alone. He called me later and asked me what happened, and I made themistake of telling him.”

“You told him you were being haunted?”

“Yes. I thought… I thought he cared about me. The next day,he told everyone at school, and I became a laughingstock. Even though he wasscared shitless at the time, he made sure everyone knew I was crazy.” She raisedher chin, and I fought the urge to kiss it. “I learned my lesson. I never toldanyone again—not until my parents a few months later. So, did I ruin the mood?”she asked, biting her lip, the action so provocative I licked my lips inresponse.

“You want more?” I asked, impressed.

“I want you.”

I eased away from her. “Halle, you’ve been through so much.”

She sat up, too. “I get it. I really do. You don’t want tohurt me because I still have my V-card.”

“That’s part of it, yes.”

“And you think I’m too fragile to go all the way.”

“It’s crossed my mind. I just don’t think you need anyonetaking advantage of you right now. Especially a horny biker with a record.”

“So, you don’t get to come? Because I gotta tell you, that’sthe most amazing thing I’ve ever felt.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I deflected. “I’ll be here allweek.”

She emitted a husky laugh, lowered her head, and gazed up atme from underneath her lashes. “But I still want to lick you.”

She had a serious oral fixation. Honestly, it was like shewas made for me.

“And I want to make you come.”

My insides bucked at her bold confession. “You don’t haveto. I’ll live.”

“Do I need to give the definition of want? Iwantto give you an orgasm.”

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