“Yeah.” Her throat was suddenly too dry. She gulped her drink, nodding all the while.
He frowned. “Something wrong.”
She wiped the dribble from her drink off her lip. “No,” she squeaked.
He gave her a curious look. “You sure you’re okay?”
She plucked at her shirt. “Just need a shower. I feel gross.”
“Tell me about it.” He rested his head back on the chair and shut his eyes.
Molly busied herself with inane tasks, hoping he might want to initiate something with her. Like offer to soap her back or something equally stimulating. Glancing over at him, she thought about inviting him into the shower but when he didn’t even look in her direction she ended up feeling too shy to even ask. Grabbing her bag off the chair, she went to the bathroom all by her lonesome.
Lucian waited until Molly shut the door and the shower turned on before he took out his phone. He had three more messages. Leaning forward he braced his elbows on his knees and hit play.
“Lucian, please….”
It was Cecily, again. He didn’t want to hear her pathetic excuses. He hit delete before he could hear any more of what she had to say—bitch.
“Lucian, it’s me, Reed. I need to talk to you.”
“Too bad,” Lucian said but he didn’t erase the message, he just skipped over it to the next message.
“Hi, Lucian. It’s me, Raven, I know we don’t know each other that well but Reed really needs to speak with you about….”
Lucian hit end and scrubbed his hands over his face. The last thing he needed right now was some guilt trip by Reed’s new wife. He had enough to deal with. Tossing his phone back on table, he got up and paced the room. Then he crossed over to the bed and opened Molly’s purse. He just wanted to look at the map, study it a bit while she was in the bathroom. But when he opened her purse he noticed it wasn’t inside. “Damnit!” He exhaled and raked his hands through his hair and sat heavily on the bed. He couldn’t help but wonder why Molly took the map with her. Did she not trust him? Granted, she didn’t know him that well, but her mistrust still stung.
Standing once again, he crossed the room and picked up his glass. In one gulp, he finished off the contents. The sound of the shower drew him to the bathroom. He glanced at the clock beside the bed. It was almost ten. How long ago did he call for the food? he wondered. Feeling antsy, he walked over to the minibar, pulled out another bottle of whiskey, and refilled his glass.
Leaning back against the dresser, he thought about everything that happened earlier at the mine. His strange attraction to a ghost was pretty out there, not to mention the fact that he kept seeing her. He wasn’t sure what to make of it. Was he losing his mind or was she really there? And what of his mindboggling orgasm with Molly? Was she responsible for it, or was it because he could swear Rebecca was watching or was it combination of both. Either way, he was getting turned on all over again, painfully so. His dick was throbbing.
“Fuck!” He didn’t know what to do and thinking about it only made him feel more unsettled and hornier than hell. He looked back over to the bathroom door, then back to the clock, making up his mind.
♣
Molly looked at her distorted reflection in the mirror as the bathroom steamed up from the shower. She braced her hands on the sink and took a few breaths. She was trying to make up her mind whether to ask Lucian to join her in the shower. The old Molly would never entertain such a notion. But she had already done other things to him, she reminded herself, so what would a few more things matter, in the big scheme of things?
“Coward,” she reprimanded herself chickening out, and instead of heading toward the door, she climbed into the shower.
♣
Lucian opened the door silently, noting she hadn’t locked it, which he took as a good sign. For a moment, he stood in the doorway watching as she lathered soap all over her delectable body. She had nice full breasts, not more than a handful…a perfect handful, he thought as his dick sprang to life. She turned into the spray of water, showing him her rounded heart shaped ass.
That did it.
Jerking his shirt over his head, he tossed it on the floor. His jeans and boxer briefs soon followed. Crossing the room, he pulled back the curtain. “Mind if I join you,” he said.
Molly covered herself and then made herself drop her hands. The old Molly would be embarrassed but she reminded herself she was turning over a new leaf. Naughty Molly would certainly do this, she thought.
“Not at all,” she said, trying to sound sexy but it came out more of a squeak. Thankfully, Lucian didn’t seem to notice.
Lucian climbed in and pulled the curtain shut. “Want me to wash your back?” He lifted the soap.
Molly nodded, yes. Her legs felt weak and her heart was pounding.
“Turn around,” he instructed.
Molly did as he bade, bracing her hand on the wall to keep upright. She bit her lip to stop from crying out, as his soapy hand slid slowly over her back and then down farther.
Throbbing in anticipation of what was to come, he savored the moment, taking his time, massaging her back, kneading the muscles. He wanted to drive her wild… make her cry his name in ecstasy.
“So, sweet,” he murmured.
Leaning forward, he nuzzled her neck as he slid his soapy hand down her back and then over the rounded curve her delectable heart shaped ass.
“Do you like that?” He slid his hand between her thighs and then slowly pulled it back out gain.
“Yees…”
“Spread your legs a bit more,” he instructed. “That’s it. Put your other hand here.” Lifting her hand, he placed it on the wall next to her other hand.
“That’s my girl.” He slid his hands upward and around the front, feeling the weight of her breasts. In slow lazy circles, he teased her nipples into tight little buds.
Molly gasped in pleasure—she had never been so turned on in her life—Dan never, ever, got close to how she was feeling right now.
“You like that?” He nipped at her earlobe.
“Yees…” His hands left her breasts and slid downward over her stomach and into the soft-cropped curls.
“I want to be here…” he breathed as he slid one finger inside her wetness.
Molly gasped in pleasure as an intense heat surged between her thighs. She was so hot she felt like she just might burn up from the inside out.
Lucian must have felt her fire too, because in that instant he increased the pressure, pushing harder…
“Yeah, that’s it,” he coaxed her onward.
Molly bit her lip to stop from yelling out. She couldn’t take much more and lifted her hands from the wall to turn around. She wanted to kiss him, take him inside her body.
Lucian stopped her.
“No,” he said. “It’s my turn.” With one hand on top of hers, he continued his assault. His fingers worked their magic, delving deep and then retreating. The spray of the water turned cold but that didn’t matter to Molly, actually it only added to the pleasure as icy needles struck her hardened nipples, pushing her closer to the edge.
“Does that feel good?” he murmured against her ear.
“Oh God, yes, yeess…”
Lucian had no idea what was happening. Well, he knew what was happening. But normally he would have already buried himself deep inside of her, pounding away, to push himself to where he liked to be, in blessed oblivion but with Molly something held him back. He wanted…no, he needed, to hear her cry out his name and mean it. Granted Tracy did a few times, more than a few, he amended, but it wasn’t the same as this. Something about Molly made him want just a bit more. Maybe it was because he felt that Molly got him, who he was. Both of them down on their luck, both screwed over by the people they thought mattered to them most. Maybe that was it, he thought, trying to make sense of the feelings coursing through him. Ones he didn’t think he would feel ever again. Yeah, he thought, maybe, just maybe, that was it. It couldn’t be that he was actu
ally falling for her…could it?
CHAPTER THIRTY
A ragged moan tore from Molly as Lucian slid another finger inside. Her body jerked reflexively against the added intrusion. She was going crazy.
“Lucian…please…” she begged.
That was it, Lucian thought, with feral satisfaction. Extracting his fingers, he spread her legs a bit wider and grabbed her hips. “I’m coming in, baby. Brace yourself.”
Molly did as he instructed, holding the wall.
“How do you want me?” he asked, squeezing her hips. “Fast or slow?”
“I don’t care,” she panted. “I just want you…Now.”
Lucian angled the throbbing head of his shaft between the lush rounded curves of her bottom and then he buried himself slowly, savoring the way her wet heat surrounded his length until he was deep inside, filling her womb.
Molly cried out from the intense pressure.
Lucian gasped. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he gritted, fighting against the urge to cum on the spot. He knew she was going to be sweet but he didn’t count on this.
He helped her spread her legs wider, so he could get better access. The cold water spiked against his shaft like needles fueling his pleasure. “Damn,” he hissed, his balls drawing up tight. Leaning forward, he delved his fingers through her soft curls until he found her clit.
Molly gasped and clamped down on him like a vice.
Lucian clenched his buttocks. “Fuck yeah, that feels so good.” He gripped her hips tighter, pumping in shortened bursts as an image of Rebecca pushed its way into his mind. If possible, his dick hardened even more. He shut his eyes, trying to get the tantalizing image out, knowing it was wrong to think of someone else. He really liked Molly, she was funny and nice and…
”Oh, fuck,” he groaned as Molly’s fingers slid over his balls. “Yes, that feels amazing,” he yelled as she clamped tighter around him.
He felt possessed.
His entire body tingled and burned at the same time. “Don’t stop,” he begged, clenching his buttocks as she bucked against him like a wild stallion.
Molly was out of control. As he pushed forward, she pushed back, not able to get enough of him. She was on fire, wild…she had never been this turned on in her entire life. This, what was happening now, was so far removed from anything she had ever experienced and she never wanted it to stop. She lost all sense of where she even was. The fire built, radiating from the inside, out, until she simply couldn’t control it any longer. “Lucian,” she cried as her orgasm tore through her body in white-hot rippling waves.
Lucian groaned in ecstasy. Grasping her hips tighter, he drove home one last time before he too finally succumbed to the mindboggling pleasure of his own orgasm. “Rebecca,” he yelled out, his seed releasing deep in her womb.
CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
Mechanically, Molly reached up and turned off the shower. Up until about sixty seconds ago, she was in a glorious haze from the best sex she had ever had in her life and was in the midst of making a mental entry in her mind to include this momentous occasion in her memoirs someday. That of course disintegrated into the most horrifying moment of her life when Lucian in a moment of passion yelled out another woman’s name. And not just any woman either, but one by all accounts who had been dead for over a hundred years.
“That was, wow,” he said, breathing heavy as he swiped his damp hair from his face.
“Yeah, wow,” she deadpanned, feeling blessedly numb.
His brow creased. “What’s wrong?” He leaned forward to look at her face. “Wasn’t it good for you?”
“It was…” Was, being the operative word, she thought grimly. It was utterly amazing until he yelled another woman’s name. Grabbing a towel from the rod, she wrapped it around her body and stepped out of the shower. The tiles were cold under her feet.
“You have a beautiful body.” He couldn’t be sure, but she seemed upset, but that couldn’t be right, he thought. She was enjoying herself too, he could tell. The way she was bucking against him like a wild stallion he could tell she was as hot for him as he was for her.
Women. He would never understand them.
He shook his head and climbed out of the shower. Taking the other towel off the rod he wrapped it around his waist. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving,” he said cheerily as he raked his hands through his hair.
She stared blankly in the mirror, not really seeing herself.
“You okay?”
NO! she wanted to scream. “I think I hear the door,” she lied, instead. “Will you get that?”
“Sure.” Thinking she wanted a minute alone, he headed out into the room. “Should I tell them to charged it to your bill?”
“Why not,” she muttered, thinking that footing the bill for their food was the proverbial icing on her best-sex- ever-turned- horrific-nightmare cake. Even her naughty side agreed—this freaking sucked the biggest furriest balls ever. She wanted to cry or scream, she wasn’t sure which.
In the end, she did neither. She cleaned herself up, dragged a combed through her hair, and pulled on one of the fluffy white complimentary terry cloth robes from the hotel. Opening her bag, she checked to make sure the map Lucian had found was still there.
It was.
Feeling somewhat relieved, she pulled the zipper closed.
Bracing her hands on the sink, she took a breath. Her mind was going a mile a minute. Why did he say Rebecca’s name and why did she feel so different when he was making love to her? And then a thought occurred to her, chilling her to her core.
What if she was possessed?
What if that bitch somehow entered her body and took control?
Well, if she did, Molly had news for her. “You can’t have him,” she said suddenly out loud on the off chance she wasn’t going out of her ever-loving-mind, and then for good measure, added, “He is mine! So back the fuck, off.”
She expelled a shaky breath, not believing she was even entertaining such a ludicrous notion and waited. For what, she wasn’t sure. But as the minutes ticked by, and nothing otherworldly happened, she gave up.
With one last look in the mirror, she left the bathroom and headed out to eat some of the food she was paying for.
CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
Molly noticed two things when she walked out of the bathroom. The food had arrived and Lucian was holding a single rose in his hand, looking so sexy she could feel wet heat pooling between her thighs once again. She hated her weakness. She should be reading him the riot act right now. “Don’t you remember what just happened?”
“Hell yeah, I do,” he said with conviction. “That was amazing.”
“What’s that for?” She dropped her eyes to the rose.
“It’s for you, beautiful.” Smiling, he held out the rose.
Molly tried to be mad, she really did, but he was so damn sexy. Walking forward, she grabbed the rose from his hand. “Thanks.” She dropped it back on the table.
Lucian frowned. “Something wrong?”
“No. Everything is just peachy.”
“You don’t sound very peachy.” His frown deepened.
“Don’t you remember what you said? Or more accurately, who’s name you called out when you…”
His frown deepened even more. “What are you talking about?” he interrupted.
She took a breath. “You called out another woman’s name when we were… you know.”
A confused look crossed his face as he wracked his brain. “You must have heard me wrong,” he defended. He felt sick. Did he accidentally yell out Cecily’s name?
“Trust me, you did.” Molly sat down in the chair at the table.
“I’m not saying I did, because I don’t remember but if and that is a big, if. If I accidentally did, it was not intentional,” he said. “I would never hurt you like that.”
He looked so sincere. “You really don’t remember?” She wanted to believe him.
“I swear.” He crossed his heart.
“Then why did you do it?” She wanted to let it go but she just couldn’t.
“I don’t know.” He raked his hand through his hair. “Me and Cecily, we dated a long time, maybe it was just habit.”
“It wasn’t Cecily’s name that you called out.”
He stared at her like she had three heads. “Whose name did I call out?”
“Rebecca’s.” All the hurt and pain she had felt reflected in her eyes.
“I did not…” he began but then trailed off.
“Did you think I was her? Is that why you…” She couldn’t finish, she felt like she had something lodged in her throat, choking her.
“No,” he said quietly and then added louder, “NO!”
“Then why did you do it?”
“I don’t know. I don’t even remember doing it.”
Molly took a breath. He really did seem sincere. Maybe she did hear him wrong? Fine, she knew she didn’t but she really wished she had.
Lucian sat down and braced his elbows on the table, threading his hands through his hair. “I don’t know what is going on? I keep seeing her, and maybe …”
Molly’s breath whooshed from her chest. When she spoke again she was barely audible. “You saw her while we…?”
“No. I told you I didn’t. Please,” he begged. “You’ve got to believe me.”
Molly was torn. If he was lying he was really good at it, and if he wasn’t, she wasn’t sure what to feel. She knew that people made mistakes; no one was perfect.
Hell, she was far from perfect and she had also made more than a few mistakes herself. Was she going to ruin what could be between them by becoming judge and jury? Convicting him of a crime he had no knowledge of? What if it was all Rebecca’s doing? She didn’t know a lot about ghosts but she had watched a few specials on them and some were evil, well, they were if one believed that they were real in the first place.
He reached across the table and grabbed hold of her hand. “I really like you,” he said. “And what just happened between us was so far removed from anything I have ever felt. I can’t explain it but I feel like…”
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