Page 31 of Chasing Ghosts
“Finish?”
“There was no way I was going to take your innocence on a fucking haunted island with cameras set up everywhere. What kind of man do you think I am?”
“Take my innocence? You mean…you still want me?”
“Fuck yes. What…? We kissed in the cab.”
“I thought you wanted to find out if we still…excited each other without all the… You stopped.”
“We were home already.”
She seems so confused and uncertain…and sexy as fuck!
“Is this like…a getting-it-out-of-our-system thing or…?”
I wrap my arms around her and pull her into me, “This is a you’re-mine-and-I’m-yours kind of thing, baby. I understand you don’t have anything to compare this to, but trust me, it’s never been like this before for me.”
“How do you know it wasn’t all because of the island, though?”
I run my tongue over my lip before giving her a grin, “Because I wanted you the first time I saw you in that crowd, the very first night. If I had been a lesser man, I would have jumped off that stage and taken you home with me that night.”
“Oh.”
“Tell me you feel it too. Tell me it wasn’t just the island for you.”
I need to know this isn’t all one-sided. I need to know she feels this thing between us, too.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Cori
Is this real?! Is this another dream?
I look at him, and he seems to be waiting for me to tell him how I feel. I swallow down the fear and tell him the truth. Life is too short to keep it to myself and never take that chance. The island really drove that home for me.
“I think you’re the sexiest person I’ve ever met. I’ve liked you since I saw you on your special. I…once I got to know you, I…kind of fell in love with you.”
Way to verbally spew on him, Cori. Way to go.
His face breaks into a big grin as his hand comes up to brush against my face. “You love me?”
I nod. I don’t even have to check in with myself to know. I just do.
“I love you, baby. When you went to face off with that…thing, I felt like my heart was going to stop if something happened to you. I felt like I would die right alongside you. I’ve never felt that way about another person. Never felt like I couldn’t breathe if someone wasn't by my side.”
“Now you know why I ran towards it when you were in the living room. I didn’t care what happened to me as long as it didn’t hurt you.”
“Maybe that’s why it never tried to use me. It knew there was no way I would ever hurt you, no way I could ever touch you with any violent intent.”
Our lips meet, and the fire that was banked in the back of the car springs to life. My breath catches as he lifts me. My legs wrap around him, and I go wherever he wants to take me. The world moves around us, but all I care about is right in front of me. We make it to a flat surface - an island, I think - before he takes my shirt off and tosses it behind his back.
His lips trail down my neck as I let my hand roam his body, over his chest, down his back, and up again. I eventually work his shirt off as well. He kisses the tops of my breasts before unhooking my bra and taking my pebbled nipple in his mouth. I loved it when he did this on the island, and I love it now. This hunger, the need I feel for him, isn’t because of some curse we found on the island. This is real. It’s overwhelming and scary, but also so right.
I arch my back for him as he goes from one breast to the other, and sensations zing through my body. He lays me back so the top of the island is cold against my skin as he pops off my breast.
“This time, sweetheart, I want dessert.”
“Dessert?” Wait, are we talking about food? I thought…we were going to…but if he’s hungry…
