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In the morning I'll focus on the job. Until then everything was easy to forget, ghosts included, when he was looking at her that way.
A niggling doubt told her that was bad though, it was wrong.
Tomorrow, I'll think about it tomorrow.
How could she ignore the seductive proposition in his expression? This man was armed and ready for action, and she wanted him, hard and hot, inside her. Her body moved against him of its own accord.
Capturing her easily against him, he turned and walked back to the entrance. He glanced left and right. "Bedroom?"
She nodded her head into the room where she'd seen the four-poster. "That way."
He walked into the downstairs bedroom, kicking the door open wide as he did so, and deposited her on the bed on her back. With his hands cupping her breasts, he arched over her and kissed her again. She ran one hand down his chest, enjoying the feeling of taut muscle beneath her fingers. Her legs were still loosely around his hips and her upper body lifted up from the bed, seeking contact.
When he drew back, he kept his thumb over her nipples, brushing them brusquely through the fabric. He looked at her, his eyes glowing, reflecting her arousal in their gray-green depths. Her heart was pounding. He stroked his other hand against her shoulder.
"I'm going to undress you now, happy with that?" He looked dangerous, darkly handsome and unmistakably aroused. He slipped his fingers beneath the surface of her tank top where it hung on her shoulder.
The movement of the material across her hard nipples was electric. She breathed her response audibly, her body leaning into his, her lips parted. "Yes, please."
Without further ado he lifted the hem of her top and pulled it over her head, casting it aside. The intensity in his eyes as he gazed down at her naked breasts made her breathless. Her skin was positively sizzling, the nerve endings a riot beneath the surface.
They were so close that she was breathing his breath into her lungs. Her hips began to move against his. The swell of his erection through their clothes felt so good and she gave a low groan, looking at him with longing.
"There's something I have to do first," he said, straightening up. His voice was hoarse, and he glanced back toward the hallway with reluctance.
"What's that?"
"I have to find the switch to turn off the spooks in this place." His mouth quirked to one side. "The last thing I want is an interruption from some mechanical ghost now that I've got you exactly where I want you." With that he ducked down and captured one of her nipples between his teeth, tugging on it. Sensation shot through her, looping heat from nipple to clit and back again. Then his hand cupped her pussy through her pants, squeezing her firmly.
She cried aloud, astonished.
"Hold that position. I'll be right back."
* * * *
Sebastian walked around the kitchen, dipping his head into cupboards. The remnants of previous tenants were scattered around on the shelves, party hats and balloons, a tin of white stage make up. No obvious clues as to how the spooks were programmed, though. He kept hunting. He wanted to find the damn thing and get back to Amy.
It was over a year since he'd been involved with anyone, though, and Amy was so damned hot he was afraid he was about to lose it. Every time she came near he wanted to hold her captive in his arms, feel her body yielding to his, and mercifully fate had deemed it possible. They kept ending up in exactly that situation, and it felt good, firing him with need, real hard need, and impatience. She looked so lush and inviting lying there on the bed. It made his blood race. As for the thought of being inside her…Sebastian shut his eyes for a moment, trying to draw back from the thought that unleashed turmoil in his brain. His erection had barely subsided and thinking about going back to the bedroom had it throbbing again.
He wrenched open a door next to the fridge. It was a utilities cupboard and he found what he was looking for in the fuse box. Alongside a row of rather ancient looking fuses a more modern switch had been installed with "Theatrics" scrawled next to it in fading marker pen on the bare cement.
"Gotcha." He flicked it off.
He collected two glasses and a bottle opener, and picked up the bottle he'd left in the hallway on the way back. When he got back to the bedroom she was standing by the bed, admiring the drapes on the four-poster. Topless, with her hair tussled, one hand stroking over the velvet curtains as she glanced back at him with a pleasured look in her eyes. Her wine-colored nipples peaked before his eyes.
"You really think we need that?" She nodded at the bottle in his hand.
He put the bottle and glasses down on the bedside table. "I thought we might need it to break the ice, after the journey. But judging from the evidence," he gestured at her, "you already being half naked and all…I guess not."
Her eyes flashed and her hands went to her hips. "You really have a damn cheek."
"I say it like it is. You're half naked. That's good." Sebastian smiled as he closed on her. "I thought I told you to stay where you were though."
Her eyes rounded.
He ducked his head and breathed along the soft skin of her throat while he drew his hips close against his with a determined grasp. The resistance in her made him hungrier still. Her scent was earthy and yet sweet, something musky that made him think of sex. When he kissed her—taking a taste of her skin with his tongue—she writhed then melted into his grasp, a whimper escaping her.
She was so responsive—and he was so ready to be inside her.
