Restless Spirits

“I don’t know. I hope so.” Demi’s voice vibrated with excitement. She swayed, and he stepped over to catch her by the elbow.

“Whoa. You okay?”

“Suddenly I just got very dizzy.” She leaned against him, and he wrapped an arm around her waist. “Pierce, look.” The fear in her voice sent a stab of uneasiness up his spine. She pointed. He followed her finger to the filmy image of a woman in a Victorian-style white dress. His stomach plummeted to the soles of his sneakers. The pale-skinned woman with sad brown eyes and dirty-blonde hair glided toward them. She hovered a few inches from them, opened her mouth, and flickered out of existence.

“Oh, my God.” Her body shook, and he held her against him. “Maybe we should end the session for tonight.”

“What if she has more to say?”

“I think she’s done enough for one night.” He scanned the area warily. “Besides, the air here has changed. It’s lighter.”

Demi quieted. “I think you’re right.”

“Come on, let’s take a breather and monitor the video cameras we have up for a while. If we get any more hits, we can go and check it out.”

“Fair enough.”

“Are you okay to walk?”

“Yeah. I don’t know what happened,” she said.

“Maybe it siphoned some of your energy to make its grand appearance.”

“Why not you?” Demi frowned.

“Maybe it’s a woman thing?”

They made their way to their room where they’d set up a number of camera views to toggle through.

“You ready to call it?” he said a few hours later.

“Yeah, I guess we’re done for the night.” Demi stretched her arms above her head, baring a tempting line of flesh above her jeans. He trailed his fingers over the smooth skin, and she shivered. Their gazes locked, and he ran his hands under her shirt, spanning her rib cage. He cupped her breasts, grazing her hardened peaks with his thumbs. “So, not done.”

“Not even started.” Pierce winked and pinched her nipple. She jumped. “You like that, D?”

“I don’t know. You should try it again.”

He tweaked the opposite bud, and she purred.

“I think you like it too much.” He caught the edges of her sweater. She lifted her arms. The fabric hit the floor, and he pushed her onto the bed, burying his face into her cleavage. She opened her legs, welcoming him into the cradle of her hips. He reached between them and unbuttoned the top of her jeans and slid his hands inside. Her wet heat greeted his fingers, and he moaned. “Before we go any further, I need to let you know I’ve got a clean bill of health.”

“Same here.”

“Are you on birth control?

”

“Yes, I have an IUD.”

“Thank God. I want to be inside you with nothing between us, D.”

He slid his fingers inside her tight sheath, capturing her lips as she lifted her hips up to match his strokes. “So beautiful.” He watched the passion play on her face, and his heart squeezed. She was everything he’d imagined and more.

“Pierce.” Her raspy voice filled him with a sense of pride and determination.

“I want to write my name inside you. Give you so much pleasure, you won’t be able to walk away.”

Her breathing sped, and he found the bundle of nerves he sought. She curled her hands into the comforter.