Death Times Two(29)

“You have a little on your back,” she says.
I thrust a bar towel toward her and the bottle of water. “Here. Can you get it for me?”
She moves closer, the heat of her body nearing my hip. Water trickles onto my back, to be followed by Lisa’s tentative wiping. “So… what do we do now? We’ve still got quite a few ghosts to reap, right?”
“But no more coins.” Her hands halt in their rubbing and I want to beg her to keep touching me. “We’ll need to call Vivian from the hotel and see if she has more stashed somewhere. Is there any on my neck or head?”
She leans in, pressing her breasts into my side. “Nope. You look fiiinne. I mean good!” she corrects, jumping back from me like I’ve burned her. “You look clean. No more blood.”
I smile into the sink, well aware of the effect she’s having on me and thrilled I’m able to ruffle her calm in return. Nothing like a brush with death to make you want to embrace everything living has to offer.
And in this case… that would be one super cute and very flustered reaper.
I stand and face her, resisting the urge to flex, but just barely. “Thanks. I appreciate it.” I momentarily sway toward her, torn on if I should try and kiss her or not. If she chances a look down there’s no way I’ll be able to deny how she affects me—nor would I want to.
Lisa nods. As if sensing my intent, she rushes away, toward the closet with the secret hatch to the tunnels. “No problem. Guess we’d better hurry then, eh? Those ghosts seem to be popping up everywhere.”
I join Lisa and enter the code in the security lock inside the doorframe. I raise the lid and motion for her to proceed down the ladder. I wait ‘til she’s down then I descend, halting briefly to lock up the lid.
Yup, I’ve got a new goal. When this mess is over, I want to bed Lisa.
Wonder if she’s averse to sleeping with a vampire?
I aim to find out.






 
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Chapter Eleven
Lisa

From half way down the ladder Asa jumps and lands solidly in front of me. He straightens and smiles. It’s a struggle to keep my gaze on his face when my eyes want to skate across his naked chest. Man this guy has muscles on top of muscles. I’d give up a month’s worth of soda for one unrestricted touch.
He flicks his head down the tunnel. “Come on. Let’s get back to the inn so I can call Vivian and find out where more coins are.”
I nod like a wide-eyed bimbo. My mouth is suddenly dry and I barely squeak out an, “Okay.”
He leads the way and I’m more than happy to trail behind him. Muscles like this don’t exist in real life—I mean non-supernatural real life. Don Burner, my neighbor, looks nothing like this. Not even in his younger days. Asa’s body is a masterpiece of form. I lick my lips, letting my eyes drink in the sight of him. The black boxers trimmed in red draw my attention to his well-formed buns. Temptation in the flesh.
He winds through the tunnels and after several minutes we end up in the basement. Rounding the desk, Asa picks up a desk phone and dials. I assume it’s to Vivian to find out where more gold is. I’m only half-worried because I can’t seem to pull my thoughts away from doing naughty things to him.
While I’m staring at his ass, he ends the call and turns to me. Busted. A smile stretches across his mouth. “What are you looking at?”
There’s no good ruse that he’ll believe so I opt for the truth. “Your black boxers.” I smirk. “From an old girlfriend?”
He sets the phone on the desk. “Actually, they’re from my Aunt Cali. I think they were meant as a joke, but—” He wiggles his hips a little. “I like how they feel.”
I’d like to see how they feel. Maybe rubbing between my thighs, against my cheek, with my fingers inside the waistband. Instead I say, “That’s sweet.”
Our gazes lock for a few seconds and I get the feeling that if I take one step toward him we’ll be all over each other. Too bad we still have a lot of work to do. I wouldn’t mind spending a few hours locked in a dark room with Asa. When he drank from me, the sensation was beyond anything I’d experienced. He thought he’d hurt me. Far from it. All he managed to do was incite my curiosity to a dangerous level.
I clear my throat. “So, did Vivian have some good news?”
“Yeah, seems she’s got pirate booty stashed somewhere.”
I crinkle my brow. “Does that mean your boss used to be a pirate—as in vampire pirate?”