Page 9 of Almost You

We kept kissing, my nerves going crazy as I felt the slip of his tongue. I wanted to know how he tasted.

Groaning deeply, I opened my mouth to him for more. Moisture and heat and just the right amount of pressure were given in return.

In this life, I’d been careful and unable to connect, but his kiss made me believe that my past lives were rich and decadent.Maybe I had been with him before, or hisessence. Maybe we’d crossed lifetimes ago. Crossed realms. Maybe this life had been just an echo waiting for him to arrive. To find me.

He moaned softly, and I swore I whimpered in answer.

“I need you,” he said.

Need. It was such a strong word. Nothing polite about it.

Direct and simple.

He crushed his mouth to mine again.

The pleasure nearly brought me to my knees, and it was only a kiss. A fucking brilliant kiss. My breath caught and stuttered, but I wanted his velvety tongue to keep circling mine. I pulled closer to keep the sensations going.

It didn’t matter if we’d met before or if this was the first time. No, what mattered was the way he smelled like honeyed sunshine and fresh air. What mattered were his lips, soft and inviting. And his mouth, giving me shockwaves.

Suddenly we left the ground, lifted into the air.

I didn’t fucking care. Not when the kiss had me shivering and breathless. My senses hummed. I wanted this with every part of me. I cupped the side of his cheek and grazed the slight stubble with my thumb. Our bodies pressed tighter, spinning together. My lips smacked against his, latching on for more of his taste.

Yes, God yes…

I whimpered, clearly this time, and clung.

“Good,” he rasped out, the one word praise. Praise that sent tremors through my body.

We kissed until my lips were swollen and my tongue throbbed, and my whole world grew. I rocked my hips into his.

I buried my fingers in his hair and pulled at the strands. For some reason, I felt him withdraw at that. Just a little. He gentled the kiss and we came to the ground. Our noises quieted. My chest ached, but not as much as my cock.

He gave my lip a swipe of his tongue and drew away.

“Thank you,” he said.

“Don’t say thank you.” I glared, a flush on my cheeks, my thoughts all muddled. I wanted to demand to know why he’d ended the kiss. Or why he’d started it in the first place. Most of all, I wanted to kiss him again.

Ghost smiled. “But Iamthankful. You smell good. Your touch feels good.”

I swore. “You’re desperate. That’s all this is for you. I could be anybody.”

As soon as the words left my mouth, I believed them. Hurt sunk into me, clawing at every rejection and doubt I’d ever experienced. And there’d been many.

I clenched my fists. “God, I’m stupid.”

He gazed at me, wounded. “You’re not.”

Behind him, other ghosts were gathering, assessing. He wasn’t in the baby stage. Ghost had created an ocean and swung across it, he’d laughed, kissed, lived in this realm. He was ready for them.

That was the etiquette. Ghosts could cross each other’s worlds, but they had to be invited. The ghost realm had more rules than fuckingDownton Abbey.

Where did this leave me?

I’d left for this realm a grouchy, straight me and was heading back a still grouchy, more likely bi-sexual me. One who was more sexually frustrated and confused than ever.

“I’m going to my client and my home. You’re staying here.”

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