Death Times Two(32)

“Yes! That’s right. Oh my God, is that so right.” A nervous giggle escapes her. “The coldness has eased.”
“Is my hand cold?”
“No, it’s not bad.” I snug my hand closer. “Whew! Much better than an angry vampire spirit trying to force her way inside.” She shivers and I think her reaction has nothing to do with Bebe.
“Oh! She’s heading north again!”
Lisa plasters her mouth to mine, and I swear the sexy reaper circles her hips toward my hand. Her hot heat sets my hand on fire, sending blood straight to my crotch. I’m no saint and I don’t try to overanalyze it when my pants become tight. I’m a guy with my hand down a pretty woman’s pants. You do the math.
Panic and desire grip me with equal force. I wish to God this damn ghost wasn’t here trying to take over so I could really enjoy this moment. “Holy shit.” I gasp between kisses. “You are so fucking hot right now.” Oh yeah, that sounded smooth. Like a drunken frat boy.
“Don’t talk sexy to me!” She pants, gasping for breath. “I can’t think.”
I suppress a grin, thrilled she liked my words even if they were un-cool and spur of the moment.
Her small hand spasms against my chest. “I’ve got to hold onto Bebe while we find the damn gold.” Her breathing becomes ragged as I lift my lower hand slightly, cupping her moist heat in my palm. “Oh. My. God. Don’t do that! It feels… well… I think you know exactly how it feels, you undead tease.” Her body shivers and I swear she presses in closer. “Where was I? What they hell are we doing?” she squeaks again and her eyes round. She jams her mouth back on mine. Bebe must have gone for her lips again.#p#分页标题#e#
Wetness from her core seeps out to coat my palm and I can’t resist the involuntary grinding of the heel of my hand against her mound. I want her. I want her bad. I want to make her squirm all over me, all night long. I want to erase every memory of any other man she’s ever been with. For one night, I want to be her world.
Best get to reaping all these damn ghosts so I can make it happen.
I ease back, still keeping up the pressure between her legs, “Christ I can barely think like this. I fucked up before with the crates. I think Vivian said something about moving a light fixture on the wall.” I look around the room and only see the caged ceiling light. “I know of a room with sconces like she mentioned.” I pant into the air between us, barely able to hold onto the urge to rip off her clothes. Yup, I’m officially a horn-dog with no fear of immediate consequences. “It’s across the hall. How about I carry you?”
Lisa nods, her eyes glazed with what I hope is passion, but there’s also a tinge of fear there. Makes sense since an aggressive spirit is trying her damnedest to possess her.
“Can you carry me? I mean,” she hesitates, uncertainty on her face. “I’m no feather weight.”
A grin tilts the corners of my mouth and I don’t answer, instead just lowering my grip around her back to settle more firmly near her middle. With little effort I scoop the sexy blond into my arms, relishing her round-eyed look of shock. My fingers between her legs press against her back opening and she lets out a little moan of desire.
“Asa, you’re killing me here. If you had any idea how close I am…” She stumbles in her words, switching thoughts quickly. “All these ghosts are coming after me,” she whispers, that hint of fear growing despite my subtle efforts to keep her mind occupied on what my hand is doing in her pants.
I nod, keeping my lips near her mouth, in case I need to kiss her again to block Bebe. “That’s a safe assumption. They seem to be popping up like flies whenever we least expect it. Maybe they’re drawn to you?”
Without waiting for an answer, I carry her out of the room and across the stark white hall. I lift one booted heel and kick in the door, unwilling to let go of Lisa and risk her for even a moment.
A suppressed giggle escapes the reaper. “Is it wrong I’m totally turned on and scared out of my mind at the same time?”
I kiss her lightly, staring into her blue eyes. “I don’t think so. I’m sure as hell turned on. We’ll get through this. I promise.” I circle the heel of my hand against her sensitive mound, knowing I’m hitting the aroused bundle of nerves beneath.
Lisa’s arms twine around my neck, only one hand grasping me as the other holds to the ghost of Bebe.
“It’s been a long time for me. You keep doing that and I’m going to cease caring about the job I’m supposed to be doing.”