Here’s a little teaser from Ghost and Macy’s as yet untitled book. I know some of you are quite interested in what they’re up to. :-) Enjoy!
Macy flopped away from the annoying sound blaring in her ear. She was about to contemplate unconsciousness again when her body suddenly acted on its own behalf before her brain could catch up. Her hand shot out for the iPhone—which her face had apparently been pressed against—and it took more than one attempt to slide the stupid freaking button all the way across to answer. The garbled word that came out of her mouth sounded something like “Hulluh.”
“You passed out, didn’t you?” a deep voice accused teasingly. A voice she’d been hearing in all the torturous sex dreams she’d been having since, yes, passing out.
He laughed. Dark and rich, it made her rub her thighs together. She glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost two a.m. “Are you off?” she asked.
“Finally. I texted you earlier but I doubt you got it. How are you feeling?”
She did a quick assessment. Head throbbing, check. Stomach not-quite-right, check. Truthfully, she felt like crap. Somehow still horny crap, but crap all the same. And definitely not sexy crap that was anywhere near ready for a man to come over and make passionate love to her. “Um…I’m…”
“Yeah, I was afraid of that. It’s okay.”
“I’m sorry. God, I’m an idiot.”
“There’s always tomorrow. Or tonight, since it already is tomorrow.”
“I wanted to see you,” she confessed. “Where are you?”
“Driving home, now. But I want you to stay on the phone with me, okay?”
She rolled over on her back and got as comfortable as she could, smiling at nothing in particular. “Okay. How was your night?”
Yeah, she could relate. “Really? Why?”
“Because I was so hard from what we did in the backseat that I couldn’t even think about anything else. I’m hard right now, just hearing your voice, so sleepy and sweet.”
The words shocked her eyes wide open and all at once she was more awake than she’d ever been in her life. “Oh,” she breathed.
His voice dropped even lower. “Where are you right now?”
“Lying on my couch.”
“Hmm. I’d like for you to get up and go get on your bed. Will you do that for me?”
At the moment, she’d do anything for him. But she knew where this was going. Her heart began to thud double-time. “I’ve never done the whole phone sex thing before.” Nevertheless, she got up and shuffled toward her room, yelping as she sustained a bruised shin in the process.
“Good.” Somehow that one word was full of wicked promise.
“I mean, I might not be very good at…talking. Like that.”
“You don’t have to say anything. I’ll say it all. Believe me, right now just hearing you breathe will get me off. Leave your room dark. ”
Breathing she could handle; she was already doing way more of it than she needed for survival. Ignoring the lamps, she crawled onto her bed. He must’ve heard the covers rustle when she pulled them back.
“Take off the covers. I don’t want there to be anything on the bed except you, right in the middle.”
Heat flared through her. “Can I keep a pillow?”
The rational daytime Macy might’ve said this was a little absurd. The still half tipsy, aroused, middle-of-the-night Macy couldn’t strip the bedding fast enough. “Are you home yet?” she asked him as she worked.
She crawled back onto the mattress, now only with the fitted sheet and one pillow, and positioned herself directly in the middle. She put him on speakerphone as she settled. “I’m done,” she said into the darkness.
“Are you still wearing the same thing I last saw you in?”
The command in his voice shuddered through her. She wasn’t used to taking orders; she was used to dishing them out. But there was something so thrilling, so forbidden about it that she couldn’t resist. It was only the two of them, here where the night would keep their secrets, and somehow it felt right.