Page 98 of Trick or Tease

We gathered up the blankets and climbed down from the trailer. I expected him to head toward the main house, but instead he took my hand and led me toward the old Hogan house on the hill.

Us and the ghosts again.

He squeezed my hand and gave me a mysterious smile. “Trust me.”

The old house was dark and quiet as we stepped inside, but Garrett seemed to know exactly where he was going. He led me up the stairs to the same room where we’d been the night before, but this time he walked straight to the closet in the corner.

“What are you doing?” I asked, confused.

Instead of answering, he opened the closet door and pulled out what looked like a camping mattress, still in its package, along with a couple of thick blankets I’d never seen before.

I stared at him in amazement. “When did you do all this?”

“Yesterday, when I went into town for supplies,” he said, looking almost shy. “I thought maybe we might want to come back here, and that floor is pretty unforgiving.”

My heart did a little somersault. He’d been planning this. Planning for us to be together again, planning to make it more comfortable, more special.

“You bought an air mattress for our haunted house hookups?” I teased, trying to lighten the mood before I got too overwhelmed by feelings.

“I bought an air mattress because I wanted to hold you properly,” he said seriously, ripping open the package. “I wanted to wake up with you in my arms without feeling like I’d been hit by a truck.”

It took him a few minutes to get the mattress inflated and positioned in the center of the room. I helped him spread the blankets over it, creating a cozy little nest in the middle of the empty space. When we were finished, it actually looked inviting rather than like we were camping in an abandoned house.

“Much better,” I said, sitting down on the edge to test it out. The mattress was surprisingly comfortable, and the blankets were soft and warm.

“I hope this doesn’t seem presumptuous. I just thought⁠—”

I silenced him by leaning over and kissing him softly. “It’s perfect,” I whispered against his lips. “You’re perfect.”

He kissed me like we had all the time in the world, like he wanted to savor every second.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes were dark with want. “Are you warm enough?”

I nodded, though I was starting to shiver again—not from cold but from anticipation. He seemed to understand because he reached for the hem of my sweater and slowly lifted it over my head.

He took his time undressing me. By the time he was kissing his way down my body, I was trembling with need.

“So beautiful,” he murmured against my collarbone. “I can’t believe you’re real sometimes.”

I wanted to tell him that I felt the same way about him, that being with him felt too good to be true, but words seemed inadequate. Instead, I showed him with my hands and my mouth, helping him out of his clothes and kissing him everywhere I could.

When he settled between my thighs, it felt different than the night before. He moved slowly, carefully, his eyes never leaving mine as he pushed inside me.

Okay?” he asked, stilling until I nodded.

“More than okay,” I breathed, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He began to move with a steady rhythm that had me arching beneath him. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure through me, building slowly but surely toward something that felt bigger than just physical release.

“God, Sabrina,” he groaned, his face buried in my neck. “You feel so good. So perfect.”

I could only whimper in response, completely lost in the sensation of him moving inside me. The air mattress gave slightly with each movement, creating a gentle rocking motion that somehow made everything more intense.

When his thumb found the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs, I cried out, my back arching off the makeshift bed. He worked me expertly, taking me higher and higher.

“Come for me,” he whispered, his voice rough with need. “I want to feel you come apart.”

The combination of his words and his touch sent me over the edge. I shattered around him, my body pulsing with wave after wave of pleasure. He followed me over, his own release tearing through him as he buried his face against my shoulder.