Provoking the Spirit (3 page)

“Oh, God, I’m going to come,” he whispered just before he exploded in her mouth. His muscles unlocked in jerking motions as the jolt of his orgasm spread out from his groin to the tips of his fingers and toes. His mind clouded with pleasure. He forgot about everything but what she was doing to his body.

She crawled back on the couch and straddled his lap. “How was that?”

“Magical,” he replied. How long would it take for his legs to start working again? He couldn’t wait to get her upstairs and return the favor.

“And you seemed so worried—”

She stopped mid-sentence as the room filled with light, followed by the explosion of every light bulb in the house.

Chapter Four

Ainsley covered her face to protect herself from the flying glass.
That will teach me not to pass judgment too early.

“Holy shit! What was that?”

“Probably just a power surge,” she lied. The last thing she wanted was to freak him out and not finish what they started.

“Then why would all the lights come on at once? Last time I checked, power surges didn’t flip light switches.” He tossed her off his lap and pulled up his shorts.

She reached for the small flashlight on her belt and checked the EMF meter. The readings were relatively low and remained stable as she walked around the room. Glass crunched under her shoes, but whatever had caused the incident had left the area. “Here’s to hoping something shows up on the video or the digital recorder.”

“Ainsley, if you’re playing some sort of game…” The growl in his voice faded as he left the threat open.

She looked up. His dark expression made her gut clench. “This is your house. Are you in charge, or are you going to let some spirit boss you around and keep you from enjoying your life?” His scowl softened, and she gave him a few seconds to consider her words before she added, “This is a battle of wills. You need to take control of this situation.”

“And how do you suggest we do that?”

“We?”

He ran his fingers through his hair. “Yeah, I figured you’d help me.”

Her mind warred with her heart. She should just walk away now. She had more than enough evidence. But now he was asking her for help—begging almost. If only he was begging her to do something else.

She sighed and rubbed her arms. The air dropped several degrees around her, and she sensed the presence of the ghost in the room with them. “What do you have in mind?”

He shrugged. “I was hoping you would know what to do.”

The dim light made it difficult to read his expression, but his voice suggested he had a few ideas of his own. He was just waiting for her to voice them.

“You need to show the spirit you’re not going to let it interfere with your life. Do what you want to do. Tell it to piss off, if you want.” She stepped close enough to him to feel the warmth of his body. “What do you want to do?”

His cocky grin, the one she had seen hundreds of times before, returned. “I want to take you upstairs.”

A dull ache throbbed between her legs, and her skin flushed. “And then what?”

He brushed his fingers over her breasts, bringing her nipples to taut peaks through the thin fabric of her cami. “Get you out of these clothes.”

The ache deepened. She liked where this was heading. “And then?”

His lips grazed her cheek and hovered inches from her ear. “Then I’m going to lay you down on the bed and play with your clit until you beg me to stop making you come.”

If he kept talking like that, she was going to have an orgasm from his words. “Is that so?”

“You doubt me?” He leaned his body along hers, his hands cupping her buttocks to remove any space between them.

She wanted to stand on her toes and feel his hardness between her legs. Dammit! She was acting like a horny teenager in the backseat of a car. Wanting to play hard to get, she replied, “Perhaps you need to prove it to me.”

“As you wish.” He threw her over his shoulder like a fireman and carried her up the stairs with a speed and agility that surprised her. When they came to his room, he dropped her on the mattress and removed his clothes in a matter of seconds.

Dear God, he was gorgeous. Even better than she’d imagined. His tanned skin appeared dark in the moonlight, and the shadows outlined the sculpted muscles of his body. But there was no concealing the stiff cock that protruded from between his legs. Bigger than before, if that was possible. She licked her lips. She wanted him inside her now.

He crawled on the bed next to her, and she leaned back against the pillows. “You were saying?” he asked before he kissed her.

His tongue pried her lips open, and she could almost taste his desire. He wanted her, but she wasn’t going to make things simple for him.

She broke away from his lips. “I’m still dressed. I thought you were going to remove all my clothes.”

He laughed. “Always sarcastic.” His hand rubbed between her thighs, and she pressed harder against it, wanting to feel his touch through the denim. “And eager, too. I can feel your heat through your clothes.”

He unzipped her jeans and removed both them and her underwear in one swift jerk. Obviously, a well-practiced move. Then his hands worked their way under her cami, easing it off with agonizing slowness, leaving her naked in front of him. For a split second, shyness overwhelmed her, and she wanted to cover up.

“When did you become so hot, Ainsley?” he asked with a bit of amusement in his voice.

“When you weren’t looking.” The head of his cock rubbed against her sex. She would have opened her legs to allow him, but his thighs clamped around hers, keeping them closed. She ran her fingers along his shaft, savoring the feel of it and knowing it would soon be buried inside her. “Or maybe I’ve always been this hot and you’ve never noticed.”

His eyes darkened. “Oh, I noticed.”

Before she had a chance to ask him what he meant, his mouth silenced her, allowing only a moan to escape as his kiss deepened. His large hands warmed her exposed flesh as he ran them over her hips, her stomach, working up to her breasts. He cupped them, pinching her sensitive nipples between his thumb and forefinger until she cried out.

“Am I being too rough?” He bent down and dragged his tongue over the taut peaks, sending shivers coursing down her spine like drops of ice water. “Is that better?”

She nodded and threaded her fingers through his hair, urging him to continue. His muffled laughter vibrated through her chest as he took one breast in his mouth, gently sucking on it while his fingertips twisted her other nipple. The contrasting sensations caused her to arch off the bed, but she soon settled into this alternating rhythm as he went from one breast to the other.

The ache inside her continued to swell and begged for release. She gathered enough composure to say, “I thought you said you were going to play with my clit, not my tits.”

“But you have such lovely breasts.” He covered both of them with his palms. “See how they fit perfectly in my hands.”

“I always thought you liked them bigger.”

He shook his head. “I’ve discovered there’s an inverse ratio between breast size and intelligence.” His teeth grazed the pink peaks of her breasts. “And I’m finding I like intelligent women better than bimbos. They tell me what they want.”

He was going to tease her until she was mad from her desire. In her frenzy, she said something she swore she would never tell him. “Please, Remy, I want you so much. I’ve always wanted you.”

His head popped up, and he moved closer to her so they could see each other’s faces in the dark. His expression tensed. “What did you say?”

Oh, shit, I just had to open my big mouth and ruin everything
. She tried to back away from him, but with his full weight on her, she found it difficult to breathe, much less move. She was trapped.

“I said I’ve always wanted you,” she admitted with a slight tremor in her voice.

His teeth flashed white in the moonlight when he grinned. “I’m glad to know I’m not the only one who wants this.” To her surprise, he placed a kiss as soft as butterfly wings on the tip of her nose. “Thank you for being patient with me, Ainsley. I want to savor every moment I have with you.”

For years, she had built and reinforced walls around her heart, but with those words, he penetrated her defenses and melted the iciness within her. If she wasn’t careful, she could fall head over heels for him.

His lips trailed down her neck and lingered on her collarbone. He released the vice around her legs, and she eagerly parted her thighs when his hand brushed against her. He slipped two fingers into her slick folds. “You weren’t lying when you said you wanted me.”

She laughed. If he continued to tease her, she would end up flipping him over and taking control of the situation. “Why would I lie about a thing like that?”

“I have no idea.” He pressed his thumb against her clit, and what felt like a jolt of electricity jolted her. “Do you like that?”

She bit her bottom lip and nodded.

He rubbed his thumb back and forth over the sensitive bundle of nerves while his fingers slid into her. “You’re so hot and wet. I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”

His fingers plunged in and out of her faster than before, and she raised her hips, willing him to go deeper. He slowly brought her to the edge, so close to making her come. She whimpered as he slid a third finger into her, stimulating every surface inside her. Closing her eyes, she dug her nails into his back and braced for her orgasm.

“Did you think I wasn’t going to make you come, my sassy little Ainsley?”

A violent shuddered ripped through her body as she found the release she so desperately sought. Her inner walls clenched around his fingers, slowing his strokes so she could enjoy the sensations that pulsed through her longer. His hand finally grew still, and her muscles started to relax.

“Enjoy that?”

“Yes, Remy, yes.”

“Good, because I’m just getting started.”

He grabbed a pillow and placed it under her hips. His hands spread her thighs apart, giving him an open view of her intimate areas, “Your clit is hard and swollen, just like my cock.” He ran her hand along his erection to prove it to her. “I remember how wonderful your lips felt around it when you sucked and licked me until I came. Now it’s time to return the favor.”  He lowered his head and lifted her calves on his shoulders.

She gasped when his tongue licked her clit. How long had it been since she had a man go down on her? And even then, it was nothing compared to this.

His tongue danced circles around the feverish nub, alternating with the gentle sucking of his lips. Her body trembled as the next orgasm built up inside her. She wasn’t going to be able to hold this one back.

His teeth grazed her nub, setting off a chain reaction that caused her to cry out from the painful pleasure that exploded from that point. He held her bucking hips down and continued to play with her as if nothing was amiss.

“Oh, my god, Remy, please stop.”

He paused, giving her a chance to catch her breath while he massaged her buttocks. “You don’t want me to continue?”

“No, just please fuck me.”

He pressed his lips against her inner thighs. “But I’m having so much fun making you come.”

She blindly reached out to wrap her hands around his cock, but it was beyond her grasp. Instead, she twisted her fingers his hair. “Please, Remy, I need you inside me.”

“If you insist.” He leaned over and opened the drawer of his nightstand. The crinkle of the foil packet opening caught her attention, and she watched with eager anticipation as he slipped on a condom. She was finally going to have what she wanted.

His kissed her lips, and she tasted the salty-sweetness of her cream before he buried his cock deep inside her.

***

Remy shuddered when her hot wetness tightened around him. He was probably making a funny face, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t believe Ainsley Brennen was in bed with him and giving him the best sex he’d ever had. Why had it taken so long to discover her?

He lifted his hips and began to move inside her. Even with the condom on, each stroke excited the sensitive nerves on his head. He thrust faster and deeper, determined to drive her over the edge once more before he surrendered to his own climax.

He opened his eyes to watch her reaction. He had seen enough women fake their pleasure in the past, but she wasn’t one of them. He enjoyed watching her and forced himself to slow down, drawing out the pleasure for both of them.

Ainsley closed her eyes and threw her head back, consumed by her own passion. With a grin, she rotated her hips under him, changing the friction of his strokes and increasing the intensity of each sensation. She made a mewing sound and said, “There, right there.”

He always knew she wouldn’t be quiet and accommodating in bed. Anyone as resourceful as her would have figured out how to please both herself and her partner at the same time.

His climax welled up inside him, interrupting his thoughts. As much as he’d like to stay inside her forever, he could no longer deny his own need to come. He rammed into her so deeply that she gasped and dug her nails into his shoulders. She moaned softly as her hips thrashed underneath him. The headboard rattled from the violence of their love-making. Then her body stiffened, and a strangled cry escaped from her lips.

She reached her orgasm a second before his own explosion. The rest of the world faded from his senses. He barely knew where he ended and she began as their bodies tangled in one another. The smell of satsumas drifted up from her skin, a scent he would always associate with her and this night.

Fatigue washed over him, and a pleasurable haze filled his brain. He wrapped his arms around her and slowly realized she was trembling. He rolled onto his back and brought her with him, keeping her body next to his. “What’s wrong, Ains?”

“Aftershocks.”

He chuckled and pulled her closer to him. The cool air chilled his sweaty skin, and he clung to her warmth. “That good, huh?”