Whimsy 7.31.13

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series: Paranormal Investigation, #1.5
status: 30K!!! About 60% complete
cover reveal: COMING SOON!



Behind me, the bedroom door swings open, and I can feel his gaze on my back, studying me. I turn to look at him over my glass.

He’s beautiful. Silk pajama pants riding low on his hips. Barefoot. Shirtless. His muscles sculpting his arms and chest. Silvery white hair to his shoulders. The perfect jaw—strong and sure—and soft lips. Everything I could want.

“I lit candles.” His voice sounds rather shy, and he’s blushing.

Maybe he’s not that different from me after all. Maybe under all his bravado, he’s lonely and hur-ting like I am.

He leads me to the bedroom, and I hold my breath. I don’t tell him I’ve never done this before—afraid he’ll scoff at me—but I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do.

Candles on the bed stand and dresser cast a dim light over the dark room. A mess litters the floor, the chair, and tables, but the bed looks clean as if he just changed the sheets.

His hands run through my hair, brushing the a few stray locks off my shoulders, then down my sides, over my hips. I close my eyes, trying to imagine Jason touching me instead, but Hunter smells so wild, like wildflowers on a spring day, like pine trees and the richness of the earth.

Hunter trails kisses down my neck, soft and hot, melting into my skin. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but I can’t picture Jason, can’t remember what he looks like. Can’t remember anything but the feel of Hunter’s hands on me, his soft touch, his warm skin.

My clothes slip to the floor, but I don’t remember taking them off. I giggle as he cups my breast and plays with the nipple, and something deep inside me quivers with pleasure.

His face in the crook of my neck, he breathes me in.

I look up into his amber eyes, pain and hope mingling within them. The desire burning in his gaze takes my breath away.

Pushing away thoughts of Jason and the voices, I pull Hunter’s mouth to mine and kiss him. Tonight, nothing else exists but me and Hunter.

Tonight, I am his.

He scoops me up and lays me on his bed. His hands run over my hips, grip my ass, and then splay across my stomach before inching up and stroking my breast. His heat soaks into me until every inch of me is on fire.

“You’re beautiful,” he says

I smile and pull him down on top of me.


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