Page 23 of Chasing Ghosts
“It’s late. Let’s go back to that thought tomorrow when we can run it by everyone else. For now, I want you in that bed, resting.”
She takes the bathroom first while I go over some of the footage from the night’s investigation. There’s a mist in one of the rooms and weird sounds, but nothing like seeing the footage of Cori being thrown backwards and out of camera range. I watch the video over and over again until I spot a black mist hovering in one of the corners of the room just before Cori comes in.
When she comes out, I switch the screen off and turn to see her in one of my shirts…or one of the production’s shirts with the name of our show on the front.
“I borrowed one of your shirts. It’s longer than any of my nightgowns.” And sexy as fuck! “I hope you don’t mind.”
Chapter Seventeen
Cori
Maybe borrowing one of his shirts wasn’t the best idea. He doesn’t look mad. Just hungry.
When he comes over to me, he picks up the end of my hair and twirls it between his fingers, “You could wear nothing at all, and I wouldn’t be mad about it.”
Oh!
“Try not to fall asleep before I come out, alright, baby?”
I nod at him, suddenly at a loss for words. He gives me a lop-sided smile before walking away. I suck in a gulp of air and try to bring my heart back under control. When he touched me…it went crazy, thudding against my chest like I just ran a marathon.
Holy shit! What have I gotten myself into? I stand staring at the bed that he expects both of us to share tonight, and start rethinking wearing anything but my leggings and the biggest shirt I can find. I'm uncertain how long I stand staring down at it, but eventually I make my way over and sit gingerly on one side. Then I rethink and go around the damned thing and sit on that side.
We didn’t really talk about which side he would prefer, and I have no idea which side I would like to be on since I’ve never slept with anyone. I finally end up choosing the window side of the bed, so he doesn’t have to walk so far to get to his side. If it’s not the right side, I can always scoot over.
When he comes out, he gives me a smile like he might be able to tell how long I spent agonizing over where to go.
“You mind if I work some more?”
I try not to let my body sag with relief. “No, I don’t mind.”
He gives me a nod and heads over to his computer, and I can’t help but admire how his pajama bottoms mold to his butt as he walks past. My cheeks turn bright pink when I look up and find I’ve been caught staring.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be. I like watching you walk away, too.”
Oh!
I eventually settle down and even drift in a kind of twilight sleep, but not so deep that I don’t feel him slip in beside me. Or pull me close with his arm thrown over my hip as he snuggles against me. Then the dreams come back. Hot, fever dreams. Instead of me walking upon two lovers in bed, this time I am one of the lovers.
And the man under me…is none other than Mac. I dream of sitting up on him, his hands running up the sides of my thighs as they disappear under the hem of the oversized shirt until hishands find my ass. My own hands find his chest as we both rock against one another. This is unlike any dream I’ve ever had.
It feels so real.
He sits up only long enough to pull his shirt over his head, and I help him before splaying my hands on his now-bare chest. Before he lies back down, our lips meet and our tongues tangle, and I know I should be shocked, but something about it feels so…right. We wrap around each other, finding comfort in one another. Something about it is…almost sacred.
He runs his hand up my back as I move my hips against him and hiss out a hushed breath as his huge length presses up against me. I felt him when we woke up together in the boathouse, but something about this is different. I didn’t have him so close, didn’t have his mouth on me, his hands on my bare skin, and his tongue rubbing against my own.
His hands span my bare back before he slides them to the side of my body to hold me to him as my hips grind down on him, and I begin to slide against him, only his thin sleep pants between the two of us. His hands cup my breasts with his thumbs running over the sensitive buds of my nipples.
“Oh my God!” Heat flows through my body as one of his hands drops to my hips so he can help me ride his length. His other hand works my breast till it's achy and tender. Why am I not worried about all of this? Why am I not shy or reserved like I would be normally? And when did my shirt go missing?
His mouth on my breast finally shocks me enough that I blink and realize we’ve been…
“Mac! Oh my God! Mac!”
I shake him a little and watch as dawning awareness spreads across his face. My hands come up to cover my breasts as he finally pulls back from me. I’m about two seconds away from making a run for the bathroom and hiding when his hands come down around my hips and hold me in place. It takes me a second before I realize where his eyes are focused. I make a sound somewhere between a whimper and a groan as I juggle my boobs with one hand and send the other one down to cover my bare…self.
