Supernaturally Kissed (Frostbite 1)

I stayed quiet for a moment while I processed the abundance of information. However, after a few minutes, I still held some confusion. “What do you think it all means? I mean, where do we go from here?”

“We enjoy the short time I have left. Whatever the reasons are we have met now, I’m not going to question them. I’m simply be grateful to have received it.”

Somehow I didn’t believe him. He didn’t want to go anywhere and I didn’t want him to either. “So, what, you’re my ghost boyfriend?” I laughed.

“Works for me.” His grin turned all sultry and warmed me from head to toe. “Now, since we’ve agreed to the terms, I think it’s time we move along, don’t you?”

My eyebrows rose. “Move along with what?”

“In the bar that first night.” He chuckled, clearly at my crimson cheeks. “Ah, I see you remember the night well. What I said to you weren’t things I made up, I planned then to fulfill them and would like to do so now if you’d be agreeable.”

I heard what he said, but couldn’t seem to fully understand it. “Are you serious?”

“Quite serious.”

I giggled nervously. “I’m sorry to break it to you, but we can’t have sex.”

“I realize that, but we can get creative. If you’ve been feeling as aroused as I have these past days, then I can’t imagine you wouldn’t like some relief.”

Not that the idea didn’t sound appealing, but a problem presented itself. “How would we be able to do anything since you can’t touch me?”

He grinned. “Get creative, remember?”

I’d be lying if I said seeing the smoldering look in his eye didn’t make me all hot and bothered. I’d suffered the highest levels of arousal these past days and even now my body warmed with the idea of being sexually involved with Kipp. But to hear he’d been in the same condition as me seemed impossible. “Um, sorry, but can you get an erection as a ghost?”

He groaned as he glanced down at his crotch. “Clearly.”

“Okay, that’s just weird.” I still couldn’t quite wrap my head around this. “What do you want me to do if I can’t touch you?”

“Get naked.”

I blinked. “You want me to get naked for you?”

Kipp stood up and stepped away from the bed, waving his hand for me to join him. “That’s exactly what I want.”

I didn’t move an inch. “Why?”

“My time with you is ending, so please, indulge me. I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I do you. My imagination has been working overtime as I’ve pictured what you look like beneath your clothes and I’m tired of trying to imagine your body. I want to see all of you, and like I said, we have to get creative.”

“But I barely know you,” I retorted.

He cocked his head. “Does it matter?”

“It does to me,” I said adamantly. “I never have one-night stands.”

Kipp grinned, pure smart-ass special. “I’ve known you for days now, so it isn’t like a one-night stand.”

His grin worked its magic. I became instantly lost in the arrogance of his smile and my motor revved to full speed. I shook my head, willing myself to think straight. “So what, you want me to strip down so you can see what I look like naked?”

He nodded.

“Why?” I asked again.

He frowned. “Is it so hard to understand why I’d want to see a woman such as yourself nude?”

“Ahh…” I considered that. “Yeah, it is.”

Kipp sighed. “If only I could love your body until your self-doubt was erased from your mind.”