I shook my head and released the breath stuck in my throat, which came out in a slow wisp of air. “Nothing—I’m fine.”
“I’d lower myself between those luscious legs of yours, tempting you and teasing you. I’d stare into those pretty green eyes of yours until they widened in pleasure.”
“You’re not fine,” Caley retorted. “Your face is bright red.”
“I’d wait until your hips arched toward me and begged me to take you. Then, and only then, would I give you what you desire.”
I grabbed my beer, took a big swig and a couple more. All eyes stared at me with blatant confusion. Part of me wanted to move away, while the other needed to hear more.
“Ah, Tess,” Caley whispered. “Seriously, are you okay?”
I paid my obvious inappropriate behavior no attention. The fantasy the ghost built in my mind needed to have a conclusion. “Yes. Yes. I’m good.”
“I would thrust against you, demanding you react to my intentions. You’d scream out and I would echo the sound with a moan of my own, as I used all my strength to satisfy you.”
Caley chuckled nervously.
I gripped the edge of the table in front of me and held on tight.
“You’d come into your orgasm because I’d leave you with no other choice. But I wouldn’t stop there.” He ran his finger along my exposed lower back and the coldness against my hot skin made me shiver. “Without giving you the chance to recover, I’d flip you over on your knees,” his tone dipped lower, “and fuck you senseless.”
I shot up from my seat, which caused the stool to slam back into the person behind me, who swore in return. “I have to go.”
Caley nodded. “Ah yeah, I think you do.”
Without another word—or a goodbye to the living men or the dead one who had got me all hot and bothered—I bolted from the bar and ran so hard my calves burned, reminding me of the three-inch heels strapped to my feet.
The ghost didn’t follow me and nothing pleased me more. I needed some space, time to return to reality or to pleasure the need out of me—either would do.
Within only a few minutes, I arrived at my condominium, which appeared more like an old textile factory, but inside were renovated modern apartments. The arousal burning inside me hadn’t vanished. The wetness between my thighs was a constant reminder of the ghost’s words.
I ran up the stairs while I took my keys out from my back pocket. At the thick mahogany wooden door, I raised my key pass to the scanner, grabbed the chrome door handle and swung it open.
Just three doors down, I opened the door to my condo before slamming it closed behind me. I didn’t bother to lock the door and did the only thing I thought of now. I sprinted to the bedroom, stripped out of my clothes and finished the fantasy the ghost had built in my mind.
Chapter Two
Ring ring…ring ring…ring ring…
Without lifting my head from the pillow, I reached out to the telephone on the bedside table and pressed the receiver to my ear. “Hello,” I croaked.
“Wakey, wakey, rise and shine! It’s seven thirty and I’m your wake-up call.” Caley sounded all too chipper. “Do you mind explaining why you looked ready to hump a stool last night?”
I rolled onto my back and placed my hand over my eyes, mortification stealing over my thoughts. “You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you.”
“Oh yeah, try me.”
Caley was the only one who knew about my gift, but just because she held such knowledge didn’t mean we talked about my ability. Ghosts scared Caley. I understood why. At first, they had scared me too. But the truth had always been a constant between us. I wouldn’t lie to her now. “A ghost followed me to the bar.”
Caley paused. “A spirit who made you almost orgasm in public?”
I nodded, but realized she couldn’t see me, so I forced my mouth to work. “He talked dirty to me.”
“He what?” I shifted the phone away from my ear and had no trouble hearing her. “And he turned you on?”
She quieted, so I returned the phone to my ear. “Apparently.”
Silence hit the line for a moment before she giggled. “That’s so sexy.”