Page 4 of Ghost of a Chance
Thankfully from the outside the collection just made him look like a hipster—broadcasting his membership in the dead dad’s club wasn’t exactly foreplay.
He led her into the living room, noticing how quiet it was after the thrilling noise of the concert.The couch was one of those big overstuffed ones.Glancing at the physics book on the coffee table, he was tempted to toss it into the other room.
It could invite some questions he really didn’t want to get into.But as soon as he sat down, Kirsty straddled his lap, brushing his hair back from his forehead.
“Comfy?”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her.Her breath was warm, smelling slightly of booze which turned him on.He’d tried to be cool and not let things drift too far into the sexy zone.But the entire time they’d been doing shots he’d wanted to feel her tongue on his skin and his on hers.“Getting there.”
The television flickered on.Shit.
“Don’t spit on my cupcake and tell me it’s frosting.”Of course it was onJudge Judyand she was coming in hot with her tough love.
“What was that?”
“Uh, sorry.I think I must have sat on the remote,” he said, knowing full well he hadn’t.
“Was thatJudge Judy?”
“Yeah.Must have come on after whatever I was watching,” he said.Honestly he should just shut it and stop trying to overexplain.
“She’s a hoot.”
“Sure,” he said.Maybe if he hadn’t heard her advice, wisdom and wisecracks too often, he’d think so too.
He shifted her to the couch and got up to try to find the remote and turn off the TV.Of course the remote was nowhere to be found.He was tempted to unplug it but the plug was behind the big wall unit that housed hisStar WarsLegos.
The lights flickered in the kitchen but Kirsty didn’t seem to notice as he finally found the off button on the TV.Kirsty danced around as she sang “Find Joy.”
Glaring at the kitchen, he turned back to Kirsty.Her eyes were closed behind those red framed glasses and her hair was a halo of curls around her head.She opened her eyes and smiled at him.“Dance with me.”
He pulled her back into his arms, singing softly along with her.A few furtive glances confirmed that the television and the lights were all back off.
Picking Kirsty up he walked backward to the couch, sitting down with her once again straddling his lap.“Where were we?”
“About here,” she said, her hand snaking up under his T-shirt.Her fingers were long and slender and cold against his hot skin.As she scraped her nail down his stomach he felt his erection grow.
“I think you have too many clothes on.”
“You too,” he said, stripping his tee up and over his head, tossing it on the floor.Then the lights in the kitchen flickered on and off three more times.
For fuck’s sake.
Kirsty turned her head.“What’s going on?”
The confusion was the only thing saving him.If he gave her a moment to think she’d probably freak and run from his apartment.Jasper brought his mouth down hard on hers to distract her.
Her tongue tangled with his, her arms snaking around his waist, pulling them closer.He forgot about everything going on around him, losing himself in her.
He wasn’t ripped or anything, but she didn’t seem to notice or mind as she kneaded her fingers into his pecs.A trail of fire followed her touch as she undid his jeans.
Removing her glasses, he tugged her T-shirt off.The blender started whirring, a loud jarring sound that had him biting back a curse.Picking up a pillow he tossed it toward the kitchen.
The blender stopped.Glancing down at Kirsty he saw her head resting on his shoulder, soft exhalations brushing against his neck.She’d fallen asleep.
“Thanks a lot, Paul,” he muttered.
He held her for a few more minutes.The light in the kitchen was out again.No need to worry about that right now.Instead he carried her down the hall to his bedroom.
