Zombie Lovin' (2 page)

“All I remember is going to a club with my
friend, Ella, and drinking some crazy shots. Flaming Kisses? I
believe they were, anyway. Now, I’m here with you. Granted, if we
had wild sex, I do wish I could recall it.” The soreness between
her thighs begged her to remember.

His eyes glittering, he gave her a smug
smile. “Oh, it was wild. I can give you a do-over if you’d
like.”

She considered his offer. Hell, he was
hotness times ten and it’d be a shame to let perfectly good morning
wood go to waste. But she shook her head with determination. “So
how and where did we meet?”

He reached a hand out; she realized she still
sat on the floor like an idiot. Eyeing his long, tapered fingers,
she used her own power to rise instead, fearing he’d still be ice
cold—or worse—she’d drag him to the floor and have her way with him
before she got her answers.

“You were pretty wasted by the time I got to
the club. But I’m ashamed to say I was, too.” He flashed another
pearly smile, and her pussy responded. She squeezed her thighs
together; no doubt about it, her vibrator would need new batteries
when she got home from her trip. Hell, she’d wear it out and have
to buy a brand new one.

“We ended up taking a cab here.”

Made sense, but she had the strange feeling
there was much more to the story.

Another concern popped forefront in her mind.
“Oh crap, did we use a condom?” She looked around, hoping to see a
discarded foil wrapper. A flash of memory popped into her
mind—
on my knees, his fingers tangled in my hair as I took his
glans to the back of my throat
.

“No, what’s the point?”

She gaped, snapped back to the present.
“W-what do you mean what’s the point? What about diseases? I’m on
the pill, and no offense or anything, but…but….”

He lifted a hand to silence her. “Samantha,
there’s something I should tell you. Diseases aren’t an issue when
you’re dead.”

Slack jawed once more, she stared into his
serious face. “Come again?”

“I’m dead,” he stated with no hint of
humor.

Seconds stretched between them, before she
formed a reply. “No…crazy perhaps, but you’re very much alive.” She
nodded her head to emphasize her point. Her gaze cast down his
body. Mistake.
Shit, he’s hung like a sex god
. She found his
jeans and pitched the pair in his direction. He gave in and tugged
them up his long legs, leaving the top button undone—to torture
her, she was sure. Her eyes focused on the happy trail leading from
his navel, past that open button to….

Nibbling her bottom lip, she clasped her
hands, rocking back on her heels. Hot or not, crazy guys did not
make for good bedfellows in her experience. “Well, Jake, it’s time
for you to go. I have a flight in a few hours.”

He frowned. “I’d really like to see you
again.”

Like hell, gorgeous, crazy guy
. “I
don’t really have time for dating right now.”

“Is it because I’m dead?” He took a step
toward her.

Oh wow
. “Um, no, not at all. I mean
I’m sure you can’t help that you’re….” She waved a hand up and
down, unable to finish the statement.

“Actually, it
is
my fault that I’m
dead. I took a dare to run naked through a hayfield fifty years
ago. I got stung by a bee and went into anaphylactic shock.” He
chuckled. “Never knew I was allergic, and back then in rural Kansas
there was no hope for me.”

She took a step toward the hotel room door.
Is crazy an STD
? “Oh, well, what a terrible accident. Most
unfortunate.” Another step,
damn
her phone still lay on the
floor where she’d last used it. There was a padded room somewhere
with Jake written all over it.

He mirrored her steps. “I didn’t mean to
upset you. Look, I can prove it.” His hand snaked out, but she
countered and dodged. Her back came up against the doorframe of the
bathroom. His fingers circled her wrist; she did her best to wrench
away, but he held firm.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Samantha,” he
pleaded. “Please calm down.” He pulled her clenched fist to his
pectoral muscle and held it there.

“Let me go.” Anxiety mounted, exit strategies
tumbling over one another and her libido kicked into overdrive at
the idea of how easily he could shove her against the wall and fuck
her senseless.

“Just open your hand and feel for my
heartbeat.” His lips curved into a soft smile while he pried at her
fingers with sensual strength. She glared at him, placing her palm
across the cool skin, humoring the psycho. There was no resounding
thud beneath his ribcage.

She shook her head, “What the…?”

She lifted her free hand, placing it over his
other pec. After a few moments her fingers found the strong column
of his neck, pressing his jugular vein.

Logical reasons escaped her. “This is insane.
How is it possible?”

He shrugged. “Don’t know.”

Samantha closed her eyes. “I’m dreaming. I’m
still passed out in bed, and please let it be my own.” She counted
to five before opening them. Jake’s honest gaze greeted her. She
groaned.

“Now that you know I’m telling the truth, can
I see you again?”

A six foot tall, sexy, blue-eyed Adonis—of
course she should say yes, but the word stuck in her throat. He
reached out, stroking a stray strand of hair from her cheek,
tucking it behind her ear. Endearing, but dating a dead guy would
be complicated, and complications were things she liked to
avoid.

“I really do wish you could remember last
night. It was special to me.” He held up his hand when she screwed
her face. “And no, I’m not just saying that. You’re a pretty
special girl.” His honest Midwestern appeal tugged at her jaded
West Coast heart.

Before she could mount an argument, his lips
found hers. They were confident, yet begged her to make the next
move. Her body responded, taking the decision from her. She leaned
into him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He grasped her by the
waist, pulling her tight to his pelvis. Their lips and tongue began
a sensual dance and before she knew it, the backs of her thighs
bumped into the mattress. Déjà vu struck when he pushed her hips
back, her butt landing on the bed. He dropped to his knees, burying
his face at the junction of her thighs. She gasped as his tongue
stroked the trimmed thatch of hair nestled above her pussy.

“You loved this last night; you were so wet
for me.” His mouth covered her slit and she arched into his
face.

“Oh, Jake.” She writhed, his tongue searching
deeper into her folds. How could she not remember this? Her fingers
wound through the soft strands of his blond hair while he circled
his head, lips pressed against her clit.

“You taste like vanilla ice cream; that’s my
favorite flavor.” His deep voice tickled, making her squirm,
distracting her from the weird remark. He took long, savoring
strokes sending shudders to the tips of her toes. She reached for
that bone rattling big O.

“Yes, yes.” Jake backed off, stealing her
moment, leaving her teetering on the verge of climax. She clenched
her teeth and pushed to her elbows staring him down. “Oh, you’re
bad.”

He flashed a mischievous grin before licking
a long, slow path up her thigh. She creamed at the sight of his
tongue on her flesh. “That’s exactly what you said last night.”

She grasped his hair and pushed his face back
into her pussy. “At least one of us remembers. Now shut up and
finish what you started.”

“Yes, ma’am,” He said in a perfect Midwestern
drawl. “I like a woman who takes control.”

He slid a finger within her canal flicking
the tip of his tongue over her clit, light as a butterfly’s wing.
Falling back with the comforter balled in her fists, she swam in
sensations that threatened to drive her over the edge. Another
finger joined the first, stretching her, his tongue stroking,
sucking her clit. Her world exploded and Samantha screamed, bucking
into his face.

Before she could ride the orgasm back to
earth, Jake was kissing her earlobe. “Do you want me inside of
you?”

Oh God yes
! But common sense
resurrected and demanded something important.

“Maybe you are, uh, disease free, but we need
to use a condom. I’d feel better regardless of what happened last
night.”

Expecting a fight, she waited. Capturing her
lips and kissing her deeply, sucking her tongue, he ground his
pelvis against hers. The denim encased bulge of his cock promised
great things in her future.

“I understand, baby, I can respect that.” He
pushed onto his hands, balancing over her before he reached for the
shirt she still wore. He tugged it up and she wriggled free of the
fabric. His eyes locked onto her breasts, a groan escaping his lips
when he dove for them. Gentle lips closed over a budded nipple, and
she wound her fingers into the silky strands of his hair once more
while he rolled it between his teeth. She moaned, hot awareness
pooling within her pussy; all the safe sex education in the world
would be out the window if they didn’t stop now.

“Okay, we—” She gasped. He pinched her other
nipple, sending a hot jolt of wonderful pain and pleasure directly
to her sopping pussy. “Oh, God, wait, no….”

He let out a growl and pushed away, jerking
the T-shirt down over his head and torso. It took several moments
to realize he was moving things in the wrong direction.

“Why are you getting dressed?” she asked.

“I have to find a place that sells condoms. I
came here for a conference. I wasn’t expecting to get…well,
sidetracked.”

Samantha sat up, shaking her head. “I’m a
woman of the twenty-first century, check my purse.” She nodded to
where it lay near the door. Her mind raced…what size had she
bought?

Jake made for the bag. “Thank God for small
miracles.”

When he returned she slid off the bed and
knelt before him. He shoved the denim past his hips, freeing his
cock to her hungry gaze. She grasped him, kissing the head before
running the tip of her tongue around his glans, lapping up the drop
of salty, clear pre-cum. His fingers dug through her hair while she
took him fully into her mouth sucking hard, swallowing to bring him
deeper into her throat, not stopping until his balls bumped her
chin. She fought the gag impulse when he cupped her head in his
palms, taking control and fucking her mouth for a moment before
shoving her away, panting. Her second orgasm hovered. No man had
ever brought her close to coming when she gave him head.

“Keep that up and the show will be over
before it’s begun,” he hissed.

She licked her lips and winked at him. “Then
fuck me. Show me what a dead man can do.”

He pulled her atop him on the bed. His palm
smacked her backside, stinging the sensitive skin. She whimpered,
before nipping the flesh above his nipple, loving the turn in sex
play. He grabbed her wrists and gripped them in one large hand,
rolling her beneath. His weight, at least two hundred thirty pounds
of glorious, taut muscle, held her prisoner. He ground his hips,
his extra-large, extra hard cock pressing into her stomach. She
gasped and rubbed her pussy against it, their combined moisture
threatening to slip the head inside her. This was familiar, though
she couldn’t remember exactly why. It didn’t matter because
reliving it was
way
better than remembering it.

He covered her breast with his free hand
massaging the mound roughly, the way she liked it, his teeth
seeking out her other nipple. He closed them over the sensitized
bud, taking sharp nips until she cried out in shock and delight.
She was a writhing mess, craving more, trying to wrap her legs
around his hips, but he kept them pinned with his thighs. He
trapped her nipple between his forefinger and thumb, pinching,
alternating the pressure from his teeth to his fingers, testing her
limits between pleasure and pain.

The world spun off its axis. He shoved away
and she called out, grabbing for him.

“It’ll be just a second, baby.” Foiled ripped
and he sheathed his cock, cursing as the latex finally covered the
length. She’d buy king size next time. If there was a next time…she
knew she wanted there to be. Crazy or not. Dead or alive….

“I can’t control myself any longer.”
Separating her thighs, he took her in one long stroke. In that
delirious moment she lost all control, allowing primal rhythm to
take her where it willed. Jake grabbed her feet yanking her legs
wide, her knees to her sides, and he drove into that sweet spot
that lay deep within her.

“You’re still warm, incredible. God,
Samantha, baby, come with me, please.” His rough voice echoed with
lust, and its tortured notes shattered her world. She screamed out
when he thrust hard into her a last time, growling like a wild
animal, before collapsing on top of her.

He rolled away and pulled her into a cozy
spoon.

They drifted on the currents of afterglow for
some time before either spoke.

“I’m rather smitten by you, Miss Perry.” His
gruff, post-sex voice left her feeling all warm and fuzzy
inside.

Maybe she could deal with a complication
named Jake. “I have to say that for a dead guy you’re pretty
awesome yourself.”

He nuzzled the skin beneath her ear. “So I
get another date? One without alcohol?”

“Mmm, maybe a third and a fourth at this
rate; will you be in California anytime soon?”

“My, uh, company is opening a new office that
way later this month. I have to make sure things go as
planned.”

“Perfect.” Her eyes drifted closed; something
seemed off. She snuggled deeper into his embrace, her joints
popping. “Good grief, why am I so stiff this morning?”

“Samantha, do you remember that huge fountain
outside the nightclub? It had all those waterfalls and light
displays?”

“I think so.” She tried to recall the
details. “Las Vegas seems to have a lot of those silly things.”