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Elspeth gave a slow, feline smile, and wrapped her hand around Zoë’s waist, looking at her directly for the first time. “Wouldn’t it be fun to have someone like Annabel around, for real?”
“What do you mean?”
“To bring her back to life.”
For some unaccountable reason, Zoë felt annoyed and challenged by that. Was her spirit friend sidling alongside her again, egging her on, or was she getting a proper handle on the situation? “If Annabel wanted to do more than she already does, I’m sure she could. She’s a powerful spirit.”
Elspeth laughed softly. “It’s not that simple.”
“Have you seen her?” Zoë demanded.
Elspeth didn’t reply, and that told Zoë what she wanted to know.
“If you had seen her and been inside her mind the way I have then you’d know how powerful she is, and what she can do. It’s more than just appearing as a ghost, you know, she can make me see into her life as well.”
“Oh, my, you two are getting close, that’s good news.”
Why the hell am I defending a dead witch? Zoë wondered. Was it because they all wanted a piece of Annabel, and she felt close to her and protective because of the visions she’d had, the moments of her life that Annabel had cared to share with her?
“Oh, hush, don’t get upset, I’m just having fun with you,” Elspeth added, and licked her lower lip, laughing softly. “Why not?”
Elspeth stroked her arm and hummed softly under her breath. Zoë forgot what she was going to say, because she became mesmerized by the way the other woman’s lips looked, so soft and full and glossed red. Her perfume was exotic, something with musky undertones. Her breasts were lush under the sheath of a dress she wore. She certainly wasn’t wearing a bra underneath it. Curious, Zoë found that she wanted to touch the other woman, to explore her, sexually. I’m a mess. Was this Annabel’s doing? Her hands were shaking again and she clutched them to her sides to still them.
“You’re looking very aroused, my dear.” Elspeth looked rather pointedly at Zoë’s chest. The direct stare almost seemed to touch her. “Is the cottage getting to you?”
Zoë couldn’t respond to the question because Elspeth stood so close against her, and the mood had shifted. Elspeth lifted a stray hair from Zoë’s neck, running the back of her fingers down her skin as she did so.
“They say it has a strange effect on people who stay there. You know, their sexuality thrives in the atmosphere.” Elspeth’s eyebrows lifted suggestively.
Heat surfaced in Zoë’s face. Memories of the vision she’d had up at the Tide Inn filled her mind—Elspeth on her back, Cain behind her. Her breasts were chafing and she could tell by the way Elspeth looked at her that the other woman could see her nipples through her dress.
“Poor Zoë, you have got it bad.” Elspeth cupped Zoë’s breasts lightly through the fabric of her dress and bra, and then ran her thumbs over the surface of the material, tantalizing Zoë.
“Some women can come,” Elspeth continued, almost idly, “just from having their breasts stimulated.”
Zoë shook her head. That had never been the case for her. “I don’t think that I—”
She couldn’t finish the sentence, because Elspeth was already plucking at the slim straps on Zoë’s dress, easing them off her shoulders and slipping her dress down so that it hung around her waist, exposing her bra. “Oh, please, you?
??re so turned on, let me have a try. It’s only a bit of fun.”
The expression on Elspeth’s face was so suggestive. Even though it seemed like an impossible idea, and the setup was so alien to her, she couldn’t resist. “What if someone comes in?”
“So what,” Elspeth replied, and reached around Zoë’s back to undo the bra, her hair brushing against Zoë’s face in a seductive curtain.
“There,” Elspeth said, letting the bra drop down. “What gorgeous breasts you have.” Her glossy red lips curved in a decadent smile, eager and unashamed.
Zoë staggered back against the sink, her bottom leaning up against it for support. She was giddy with arousal and when Elspeth cupped and squeezed her breasts, brusquely, and then rolled her nipples between her thumb and fingers, she thought she would keel over.
“Oh, oh!” Her hands clutched at the sink behind her as she tried to keep some measure of decorum. Elspeth had lifted one of her breasts high and was suckling on the nipple.
A dart of pleasure shot through Zoë, making her whole body thrill and pulse. Breathless, her pussy flooding, she had to grip on to the edge of the porcelain sink behind her and shut her eyes for a moment. The feeling was so intense, needles of pleasurable pain that made her squirm. Within moments she was gone on it and an intense climax hit her, an ecstatic release that looped from breasts to clit and back again.
“There,” Elspeth said as she lifted her head. “You are a lusty lass.” She moved straight in for a kiss on the mouth, taking Zoë unawares, and then pushed one of her knees between Zoë’s legs.
Taken aback, Zoë’s lips parted, and then she melted. Elspeth’s mouth tasted of wine and sweetness, and Zoë clamored for more. Her hands found their way onto Elspeth’s waist. Stroking higher, she felt her way until she was able to cup those breasts through her dress.
“Your breasts feel so good, so soft!”
