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.”
Perfect point. “Precisely, you can’t.”
“I’ve been tormented by being close to you. If I had the power to do so, I would take you in my arms this second and kiss you, but I can’t, so we have to go with what we’ve got. I want you, Tess. More than that even, I care for you in a way I’ve never cared for anyone before. So yes, I want to see you naked.”
“Er…that was sweet…I think.” I laughed as nerves ping-ponged in my body. Oddly enough, after the initial shock, I wasn’t as hesitant as I would’ve expected. I craved to feel his gaze along my skin and wanted to see his reaction. “So you want to see me naked?”
“I never said I only wanted to see you naked.”
I huffed. “You just said that you wanted to see me naked.”
“Yes, I did.”
He made my mind spin. He wanted to see me naked, but never said he only wanted to see me naked. “Now you’re simply confusing me.”
“I’ll make it easy on you. Don’t think, just act. Follow what I tell you and let go of all your hesitations,” he said huskily. “Now, Tess, would you please stand up?”
I squirmed off the bed and stood. His mischievous grin made me curious and I couldn’t hold my intrigue back. “What are you up to?”
“Apparently, you have trouble making decisions, so I’m taking away that need.”
I usually liked to be in control, but here, with his gaze so focused on mine, I wasn’t hesitant to play along. “And now?”
“Close your eyes.”
Nerves rattled my bones. It was one thing to do this with my eyes open, but another thing entirely to not see what he planned. “Why?”
“Remember, no decisions, just actions.” I rolled my eyes before I gave in and closed them. “My voice is all you hear, nothing else, only focus on what I tell you now.”
I peeked open an eye. “Are you trying to hypnotize me?”
His look became stern. “Would you just close your eyes?”
“Okay, okay.” I lowered my lids to complete darkness.
“Breathe. Relax.” His voice sounded smooth, sexy and oh so deep. “Settle that busy, beautiful mind of yours.”
After a few long breaths, my body relaxed and tingled.
“Slowly reach up for the hem of your shirt and remove it.”
I did as he asked. I understood why Kipp insisted I keep my eyes shut, it took the awkwardness away. If I didn’t have to look at him, I had no reason to be shy. I pulled the shirt over my head as the cool breeze swirled around me.
“Remove your pants.”
I tucked my fingers into the rim of my cotton pajama pants, pulled them down and kicked them away with my foot. Kipp groaned. I smiled, pleased that I’d grabbed a black lace thong and matching bra tonight.
“Reach back, unclip your bra and let it fall down your arms.”
I flicked the little hooks and let the lace straps slide down my arms until they swept past my hands.
Kipp’s breath hitched. “Panties, now.”
I removed them and flung my undies at him. They would go right through, but I liked the attempt to tease him.
“Fuck,” Kipp exclaimed.
I opened my eyes and did my best to cover myself with my arms. “What…” Then I caught sight of him and lowered my arms to my sides, incapable of speech.
His jaw clenched, fists tight, muscles quivering—there stood a man grasping at the last remnants of control. But all of this was gentle compared to what lay in his eyes. A look that women swooned over and fantasies were built on. His intent, hunger and focus remained on me alone. Nothing would satiate him. No one could cure him from his desires. Only my body would ease the torment he suffered now.
And it could never be, which made me wonder if doing this was cruel. It was almost as if I placed a juicy steak in front of a hungry lion, but refused to let him eat.
His heated expression told me, though, that he didn’t want me to put my clothes back on any time soon. “I expected to find a beautiful woman beneath your clothes—never did I anticipate the sweetness that’s before me now.” After a lingering, appreciative look, he gestured toward the closet. “Because I suspect you’ll continue to open your eyes, go into the closet and take out a tie and wrap it around your pretty head.”
It didn’t sound as if he gave me an option, but had issued a demand. One I didn’t intend to refuse. I grabbed a tie from a hook, tied it tightly around my face and darkness overtook me. It surprised me I wasn’t feeling uncomfortable, shy or nervous. I liked the playfulness of the moment. In fact, I wanted more. With the blindfold secure, I lowered my arms to rest against at my sides. “What now?”
“Sit down on the bed, shift to the center and lie down.”
I reached for the edge of the mattress before I skimmed my way up the bed until I found the pillow. I lay down and the darkness around me gave strength to other senses. My hearing became sharper and his—plus my own—deep, aroused breaths sounded loud around me.
“I’ve wanted nothing more than to touch you. Feel your skin beneath my fingers. Watch you react to my attention on you.” His voice now came close to my ear. “May I touch you, Tess?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“If I could…” his voice deepened with longing, but also burned with desire, “I’d kiss you here.”
His frosty touch hit the plumpest part of my mouth. I parted my lips and the bitterly cool air swept across me to awaken every nerve ending in my body. I licked out to moisten my lips and my warm tongue connected with the chill of his touch and I erupted into a long, deep shudder.
“Then I would taste you here as I kissed you.” He ran his finger along the edge of my jaw and down my neck slowly. “I’d inhale to take in your sweet scent and I’d moan to let you hear how crazy you make me.”
I gasped, unable to hold back as the combination of my heated flesh and the contact of his frosty touch created multiple sensations to send me into sensory overload.
“I’d run my lips across your silky skin as I nibbled your shoulders,” his finger feathered along my upper body, “until I reached right along here.” He trailed his touch down to the center of my chest. “Then when I got here…” he ran his finger over one taut nipple, “I’d flick them with my tongue.”
I moaned. Shivered. Hungered. The contact felt so cold, so light and so incredible.
He circled his finger around the tight bud. “I’d suck on it, bite down, showing you just how much your breasts entice me, and I’d rub my erection against your thigh so you could feel what you do to me.”
I grabbed onto the sheets, arching my back as the ache that built between my thighs drove me wild. I craved to reach up, grab his face and demand he take me until the sun came up. But I held no power to make my wish come true, so I held on to the sheets and forced myself to survive.
“I’d move along your body, kissing every one of your spectacular curves to learn every spot that increases your need for me.” He moved his finger down my stomach, circled my bellybutton and the chilly air moved along my body until he stopped just above my pubic line.
The quiver roaring inside me made my stomach clench. He was so close to where I wanted him to go, but he moved so slow it drove me insane to know what his touch would feel like lower down.
“If I could, I’d use my hands to widen your thighs. But as it is, I can’t. Please, Tess, will you do it for me?”
It relieved me that my eyes were hidden beneath the blindfold. What they’d show would be nothing less than a desperate woman—one who’d do anything he asked for now.
“Yes,” he practically purred as I opened my legs. “That’s my girl.”
I waited. Longed for him to answer the question I’d been wondering. What would his touch feel like along my fiery flesh?
“Fuck, Tess, you’re a beautiful woman.” He groaned, deep and low. “I want nothing more than to take you now.”
Oh good Lord!
He didn’t appease me as I hoped he might. He lightly ran the coldness of his touch across my ankle, but now the embrace had amplified. He used his hand to caress me and the amount of coldness that swept across my leg left goose bumps in its wake.
The cool touch caused my jaw to chatter and I froze as the breeze swept up my sensitive flesh. I sucked in a breath through my teeth and my body tightened.
Nothing prepared me. The air moved along my heated skin as if he ran an ice cube over my body, but no pressure connected.
I squirmed with his touches, releasing a soft moan to show him I needed more than what he offered. When he didn’t soothe me, I cried out in frustration.
“Remove the blindfold,” he said sternly.
I reached back and removed the tie. It took a moment for my eyes to focus. I blinked a couple times before Kipp came into view.
He stood away from the bed, and in a swift move, he shed his clothes. Yes, clearly he’d been truthful, regular rules didn’t apply to ghosts, since as if by magic his clothes were gone.
It might have shocked me more if the marvelous sight of him didn’t steal my attention. He thought I was beautiful, I thought him a piece of perfection. My fantasy of him hadn’t been far off from the real thing. Muscles after muscles created a sight of man heaven.
He knelt on the bed in front of me and I couldn’t peel my gaze away from his erection. I longed to touch him and to make him moan out in pleasure. After he lowered his hand and grabbed what I’d been studying, I immediately understood what he planned to do.
First, it shocked me that he could masturbate as a ghost. The idea had never crossed my mind, but as he stroked himself, it became apparent that just because he was a ghost didn’t mean he couldn’t still get off.
“Touch yourself.” He worked his hand with slow, long strokes.
No man had ever masturbated in front of me before. It never interested me to watch a man pleasure himself, but now I realized I’d missed out. Pure desires rushed through my body as I witnessed his eyes darken in pleasure.
If I reacted this way to him touching himself, I suspected he’d experience the same reaction if he watched me. That’s what drove me to act. I lowered my hand down between my thighs and little zings of tingles erupted in my body.
The touch was exactly what I needed to ease the pressure that built inside me. My body reacted to him in ways I’d only dreamed of experiencing. I’d never been so ready and my center pulsed with erotic cravings. Within no time, heat concentrated between my thighs and shot up my body, and my eyes rolled back into my head. I forced myself to stay focused on him. His hand worked faster and his gaze shifted from my eyes to my fingers playing along my skin. I arched my hips up as the pressure built even further. My moans grew louder. His groans drifted around me to only increase the intense sensations.
His eyes stayed on my eyes alone. As if he was bearing into my soul, the depths of them were far past arousal, they lingered into a desire to claim, to lose each other in the wavering moments of release.
His strokes were fast now. He wore an expression as intent as it was urgent—hooded eyes, clenched jaw and strained muscles all spoke of his impending climax.
The sight of him could’ve sent me reeling with a multitude of tumultuous feelings, but what sealed the deal was the one gesture that made him, him. Every man carried his own look, one thing they did while lost in pleasure. Kipp took the side of his bottom lip into his mouth and bit down. I imagined how he’d look if he thrust into me while holding that look.
I shuddered deeply as my body tightened and erupted into the type of pleasure that’d leave me satisfied for months. I wanted to close my eyes, let myself relish in the intensity of my climax, but nothing could keep me from watching Kipp come into his own release.
His body shook, while he stroked so fast it only seemed to draw out my climax. The fierceness of him, the look of a strong man satisfying his needs, captivated me.
“Damn, girl, I’m going to—” His expression showed a nearness to pain. His muscles bulged, more defined than ever, and his moans washed over me like a warm bath.
I immediately noticed the lack of mess. Apparently, ghosts can come, but fluids are denied to them. Because I’d witnessed Kipp satisfying himself and the bed was clean as a whistle.
I glanced up away from the sheets to Kipp. He rested his hands on his thighs as he grinned a smile to steal every part of my heart. “Babe, that was the best fuck I’ve ever had and I couldn’t even touch you.”
Unable to breathe just yet, my only response was a slow, heavy nod.
He eventually snuggled in beside me as much as he could do as a ghost. My face came close to his and I wrapped myself up in the blanket to keep the chilly air at bay. After what I’d seen him do, it made me wonder how much I didn’t know about ghosts and it made me curious. “Tell me something that’s different as a ghost. Something you miss.”