Charmed Spirits (12 page)

“Yes?”
he said as he sat her on the dining room table, big and sturdy enough to feed
ten people.

“Don’t
talk about the town when we’re about to have sex. It kind of ruins the moment.”

He
cracked a smile then threw his head back and laughed. “Noted.” He stood between
her legs, put his palms on the table, and tried to rock it. The table didn’t
move an inch, and he smiled again. “Good, the table should hold.”

Pleasure
shot through her. “You want to do it on a table?”

“Yeah,
why not?” He kissed her nose. “Come on, you know you’ve always wanted to.”

“What
makes you think I haven’t?” she teased.

He
growled and bit her lip. “Hey, no talking about past lovers when I’m about to
strip you naked and make you my breakfast on the table.”

Her
panties grew damp, and she nodded. “Deal.”

He
kissed her again, his heady taste dancing on her tongue. She loved this man. Always
had, but she couldn’t tell him. Not yet.

“Stop
thinking so hard,” Matt said as he pulled off her top, the cool morning air sending
goose bumps up her arms.

He lowered
his head and kissed her collarbone. She trailed her hands down his back to the
hem of his shirt and tugged. He pulled back and smiled, letting her pull it
over his head. She swallowed hard as she took his body in, staring at the lean
muscle and those ridges on his abs that begged for her tongue. She leaned
forward and kissed the place right above his heart. It beat strong, alive,
reminding her that he was here and not a true ghost.

He
brushed a lock of hair behind her ear and tilted her head up. She looked into
his blue eyes and sighed. He kissed her again, this time unclasping her bra
when he did so. Her breasts fell, heavy, needy. He groaned and rolled both
nipples with his fingers. Her pussy clenched at his attention, and she scooted
to the edge of the table so she could get closer.

“Greedy.”

“Shut
up and fuck me.”

He
chuckled deeply. “Anything you want, baby.”

He
sucked a nipple into his mouth and bit down. She closed her eyes and held back
a scream. God, she’d almost come on the spot, and he hadn’t even touched her
more than a few kisses here and there.

He
traced a hand down her stomach and cupped her core. “You’re wet, aren’t you?”
he said once he pulled back, his thumb riding the ridge of her jeans, rasping against
her clit.

“Yes,
damn it, yes. Please, Matt.”

“Oh,
I like it when you beg.”

“I
hate you.”

“I
know; that’s why this is fun.”

“Please,
Matt.”

“There
you go with the begging again.” He unsnapped her jeans and lowered the zipper
but didn’t touch her. “I think I should go slower.”

“I
think if you do, I’ll have to take care of things myself.”

He groaned.
“You know, you’ll have to make yourself come for me one day. But right now, I
want a taste.”

She
smiled and lifted her hips as he took off her jeans and panties in one fluid
motion. “Have at it.”

He
didn’t say anything, his gaze on her shaved pussy.

“Matt?”
She tried to close her legs, feeling self-conscious.

He
gripped her knees and spread her. “Don’t move. I’m memorizing to make sure I
won’t forget.”

“Matt…”
They were going too slow for her; she needed him. Now. She slid a hand down her
stomach and flicked her clit.

“Fuck,
Jordan.”

He
knelt between her legs and licked where she touched, her hips bucking toward
his face. He moved her hand so he could get better access, and she shook. He
traced her folds with his tongue, his fingers following the path, dipping into
her core, and then teasing her clit. Her body felt heavy, needy, and she leaned
back on one elbow and used her other hand to play with her nipple.

“Yeah,
play with yourself, baby; that’s fucking hot.”

She
smiled and closed her eyes, the sensations too much for her.

“No,
keep your eyes open. Watch while I eat you.”

She
opened them and stared at his dark hair between her pale legs. He sucked,
licked, probed, and she rocked. His fingernail scraped against her clit, and
she stiffened then came against his face, his name on her lips as she fell onto
the table.

She
tried to catch her breath, her body warm and tingly, and her magic radiating
from her with pleasure. The little balls of light flickered in tiny fireworks
and warmth spread through her. Matt gripped her hips again, and she stared at
him. He’d stripped down, his cock hard, thick, and pressed against her pussy.

“Ready,
baby?”

She
nodded, unable to speak. He shifted forward, the tip of his cock sliding
between her folds. Fuck, he was big. Bigger than any of the other men she’d
dated, yet perfect for her. She watched as he slowly slid into her one inch at
a time, her pussy clenching around him as he did so.

When
he’d buried himself to the hilt, she moaned. She felt too full, too…everything.
She felt like she was on fire, yet shivered. His fingers dug into her hips as
he seemed to fight for control.

“Are
you okay, baby? Am I hurting you?”

She
shook her head, unable to speak.

“We’ll
go slow, okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”

She
shook her head again. “No, make it fast. You won’t hurt me. I trust you.”

He groaned
and pulled back, her core contracting as he moved. He smiled then rammed into
her, his balls slapping against her. She moaned and gripped the edge of the
table so she wouldn’t move. He pulled out then slammed back in. Her breasts
bounced as he did it over and over again, her body rising as she rolled with
him, meeting his thrusts. He slid deeper, hitting that spot that made her
nerves stand on end. She met his gaze, and she came, her body shaking,
cresting, and falling. The magic burst from her with more intensity this time,
her body shaking with the delightful pinpricks. He stiffened then shouted her
name, her core warming as he came deep inside her.

He
fell on top of her yet didn’t crush her, their bodies still intimately
connected. She held him close, her sweaty limbs too limp to do much more.

“That
was…” she whispered.

“Yeah.”

“We
need to do that again.”

He
groaned and kissed her. “You’re going to kill me, woman.”

“But
what a way to go.”

Chapter 9

Sitting
in the armchair, Matt slid his hand up Jordan’s thigh and smiled, pleased. They’d
made love two more times that morning, and even though he wanted to feel her
around him again, he didn’t think he was up for it. Literally. After all, he
wasn’t a kid anymore.

She
pushed his hand away and sat up on his lap. “I don’t think I can do it again,
Matt.”

He
cupped her breasts and kissed her neck. “I know; I don’t think I can either. You’ve
drained me. But I still like touching you.”

She
wiggled off his lap and smiled at him. “Oh, I like you touching me too, but if
you don’t stop, I might just pass out.”

“But
you’d enjoy it.”

She
raised a brow and put her hand on her hip. The fierce look was dampened because
she was buck naked and sexy as hell. But damn, he could get used to this.

“Hey,
buddy. My eyes are up here.”

“Yeah,
but your breasts are calling to me.” He cupped his ear. “You hear that? They’re
saying ‘Matt, we want your lips.’ See? I have to answer them.”

Jordan
groaned and walked toward their pile of clothes. He watched her very bitable
ass as she bent to pick up her jeans. He could just make out her pussy when she
leaned down far enough. Fuck, apparently he had one more go in him. Who knew?

“Stop
staring at my ass, Matt Cooper.” She threw his clothes at him and growled
playfully.

“But
it’s a fine ass.”

“I
work hard to keep it that way, but I can’t take another orgasm.”

“I
could change your mind.” Even as he said it, he stood and slid on his jeans and
boxers.

“I
know you can; hence the reason I’m getting dressed.”

“You
look like you had a good night.”

She groaned
again and put her hair up in a ponytail. “Great. Now the whole town will know
what I was doing last night. I parked my car in the front so you
know
someone saw it this morning. And even though your car isn’t here, I still look
all mussed up.”

Matt
shrugged. “So?”

“You
don’t care that people will wonder why we got freaky in the haunted house?
Wait, no, don’t answer that. You’d love for everyone to know we got freaky.
It’s like some macho guy bull crap. As for the haunted house part, they already
think I’m a freak, so they’ll just think it’s part of my mojo.”

He
frowned and pulled her into his arms. She sighed but wrapped her arms around
his waist. “You’re not a freak. And I’m sorry the town sucks ass, but you can’t
let them get to you.”

“Easy
for you to say. You keep your special talents a secret. But I understand why
you do it.”

He
kissed the top of her head. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“It’s
okay. I’ll get over it. Get your shoes on. I’ll take you to breakfast and show
the town I don’t give a crap. Then we can do some research.”

“Research?”

“I
want to figure out what happened to make you a ghost. If I do, I can try and
fix it.”

He
nodded while he put on his shoes but didn’t say anything. Would she be able to
fix something she’d done? He winced inwardly. Okay, so he didn’t know she’d
actually done it, and the more time he spent with her, the more he thought she
couldn’t have done it. Maybe it was just a coincidence. But, if that were the
case, what would he do? He’d spent eleven years blaming her while still loving
her. He didn’t know if he could change that.

Glass
shattered in the living room, and Jordan screamed. He ran to her as another window
broke, the sound of glass skittering against the floor making his skin crawl.

“Jordan?
Are you hurt?”

He
looked her over and almost tripped. She had cuts down her arms and a large cut on
her forehead. Blood seeped from the wounds, and she shook, her magic sparking
around her but contained. The little balls of light circled him then settled
onto his skin as if they accepted him. Warmth seeped through him in acceptance,
as if her magic was a part of him as well.

“What
happened? Did your magic do that?”

She
looked like she’d been struck and pulled back from him. “What? How could you
say that? Someone threw a fucking rock and now I’m bleeding.”

Guilt
washed over him, and he winced. “I know you wouldn’t have done that, Jor. I
spoke before I thought. I wasn’t thinking.”

“I’ll
say you weren’t.” She turned away but not before he saw the tears in her eyes.

Fuck.
Couldn’t he do anything right?

He
tried to go to her to wipe off some of the blood and see how bad it was, but
she shrugged away. He felt like a total heel.

“I’m
okay; it’s just a couple of scratches.”

“The
one on your forehead looks pretty bad. Let me take a look.”

“I
said I’m fine,” she snapped, then closed her eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to
sound like a bitch.”

He
shook his head. “You’re cut and bleeding. It’s your prerogative.”

She
bent down and picked up a jagged rock. “Who do you think threw this?” She
clenched the rock in her hand and walked toward the front door.

He
grabbed her arm and stopped her. “Hey, we’ll go out together. What if they’re
still out there? I don’t want you to get hurt.”

She
kissed his jaw, and he took a deep breath. Everything would be okay. It had to.

“It’s
probably just kids picking on the haunted house as a dare or because they’re
bored.”

“Still
doesn’t give them the right.”

“Oh,
I know. Remember what they did to my house?” Her eyes narrowed, and he kissed
her nose while looking at the cut on her forehead. It didn’t look deep so it
probably didn’t need stiches, but once they were done looking for whoever did
this, he wanted to clean it. The last thing they needed was for it to be
infected.

“I
remember, baby. Come on, let’s go find those punks.”

“Punks?”
Jordan shook her head and winced. “You’ve been watching too many cop shows.”

Matt
shrugged, unrepentant. “I happen to like them.”

“Only
you.”

“You
think it’s sexy.”

“So
not the time, Mr. Cooper.”

“It’s
always the time.”

She
smiled, and he relaxed a bit. He’d only joked around to release the tension in
her shoulders, but he was on edge, thinking about whoever was out there. For all
he knew, it wasn’t some punk kids but something much more dangerous. What, he
didn’t know, but he didn’t want to take chances. He went to the window beside
the door and looked through. He saw a kid around fifteen in a red ball cap run
around a bush, and Matt groaned.