"Let's try a walnut, shall we? You mentioned that you thought one of the nuts in the mix you'd eaten was a walnut. Let's see how it does."
The amazingly sensual feeling of kisses on my neck disappeared with the sound of Dr. Greene's voice. My eyes flew open even though I hadn't realized they had closed, and I saw him holding out another little cup for me to take.
I guess I'm not dead after all, I thought. Unless I'm hallucinating this as well. Screw it, down the hatch.
I obediently ate the walnut as he watched again. I wasn't sure what was going to happen next. Would the sensation of being kissed come back?
It didn't.
Dr. Greene watched me for what seemed like forever before finally turning back to his work again. Still nothing on the kissing front.
And then I felt the slightest touch on my right knee.
I looked down, trying not to react to what I was feeling.
Wait, was that an outline of a hand?
My hospital gown came just to my knees as I sat on the edge of the exam table. I looked to my left knee—the gown was smooth, just sitting there covering my modesty. I looked back to my right knee and I could've sworn it was just slightly … how would I describe it?
It looked depressed. Like a man-sized hand lay over it, pressing the fabric into my skin just a bit, wrinkling the gown some with the touch.
As I stared, it moved some, and I darted a glance up to Dr. Greene, but he was absorbed in his paperwork.
I felt the warm palm slide just a bit, up my thigh, pulling the edge of the gown a little higher up my leg, and then the hand released its grip, leaving the gown's edge raised up and teasing its way toward the inside of my thigh.
Like someone had lifted the gown just a bit out of the way, so they could slide under it and over my skin, unimpeded by the fabric.
Fingers teased the skin just inside my knee, drawing circles with slow fingertips, before slipping higher.
I eyed Dr. Greene again, watching him as I widened my thighs a bit, allowing the invisible touch to explore its way along the line of flesh leading from my knee up to parts unknown.
How high would it go?
I leaned back on my hands, spreading my thighs wide enough for whatever was making me feel so good to explore, but not so wide as to flash Dr. Greene, who picked that time to look back at me.
"Ready to try a nut?"
I blinked at his words, thinking if you'll leave me alone for a while, I may just get to nut all on my own, but I nodded at him, expecting the sensation of the hand between my legs to disappear again, like the kiss on my neck had, when he spoke.
It didn't.
As I reached for the cup containing another nut with one hand, I stayed leaning back on my other hand and upended the little cup into my mouth, trying to not react to the feeling of the invisible hand sliding higher, nearing and then teasing my mound as I chewed and swallowed.
I handed the cup back and watched Dr. Greene watch me as fingers teased my now wet slit. Up and down, slowly, not separating my lips but almost. I fought the urge to spread my thighs wide and rock my hips.
I fought it hard.
All I wanted to do was lay all the way back on the exam bed, open my knees and see what the invisible hand would do next.
"You're so wet for me."
The words were there, whispered in my ear, but so quietly I could have been imagining them. They were teasing, and tempting, and they were spoken in Cole's deep, warm voice.
All I could do was swallow my reaction and blink at Dr. Greene.
"I've missed this so much," the very impossible sound of Cole's voice teased my ear. "If I'd known this was possible I'd have made contact long ago. Just think of all the time lost. I wonder if I can.… Oh, yes! I can."
Chapter 6
I bit the moan back at the very last second when I felt Cole's invisible fingers slide along my wet slit, spreading my lips and then slipping deep inside me.
"I wonder if I've always been able to touch you like this, or if your almost dying allowed us to find each other again. Maybe the veil between our worlds really is thinner at Halloween."
I couldn't answer him, of course. I wouldn't have known what to say anyway.
"If he'd leave the room I'd lock the door and taste everything I'm touching now. What do you think he would do if your gown suddenly flew up to your hips and I really got my face up in there? I know I just had you against that door at your party, but I want you again. Maybe if you scoot to the very edge of this bed and…"
"That was an almond, by the way."
"Yes! I mean, yes, I know," I answered Dr. Greene and Cole at the same time.
If I could inch to the very edge, then maybe…
This is crazy! This can't be happening.
Wait, what about Mark? Shouldn't this feel guilty instead of divine?
My brain couldn't decide, my body was driving my urges, and it wanted to scoot to the edge of the bed and see what all Cole had in store.