Double Dating with the Dead by Karen Kelley (best fiction novels to read .txt) 📗

He grinned. “Sorry, but I don’t see this one.”

She stuck her bottom lip out.

A pout that no red-blooded man could resist, and he was a red-blooded man, and he was tired of resisting. He pulled her into his arms and lowered his mouth. She tasted as hot as she had when she’d haunted his dreams. Maybe that was it. She was the spirit.

Right now, he didn’t care, because she wasn’t pushing him away. His tongue caressed hers. Heat. So much that he thought it might consume him.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer while his hands roamed over her back, cupping her bottom and bringing her against his erection.

There was little between them. It wouldn’t take much to pull her top over her head, unhook her bra and test the weight of her breasts—something he’d done only in his dreams. He groaned as a mental vision formed.

When she lightly pushed against his shoulders, he backed away with supreme effort.

She looked at him. Swallowed hard, then stepped inside her room and closed the door.

Why the hell had he kissed her? But then, he knew the answer. There was something about her, something that made him forget why he was even at the hotel in the first place. Maybe she’d cast a spell over him.

At the very least, drugged the water.

He drew in a deep breath and went to his room, quietly shutting the door behind him. For a moment he just stood there drawing in deep breaths.

Man, she was turning him every which way.

He picked up his black book and sat on the side of the bed, but when he opened it, something wrenched inside him. Writing his exposé about her was starting to give him a really bad feeling.

Chapter 12

Selena leaned against her door and sucked in a deep breath as she tried to slow her racing pulse. What had just happened? Like she didn’t know the answer to that. Her dreams had become a reality.

Oh, God, what a reality.

She pushed away from the door and began to pace.

“Not good, not good,” she kept repeating.

This was more than lust. Or maybe it wasn’t. Damn, he tasted so friggin’ good. Her body had practically turned to mush. She wanted more than his kiss. She wanted to feel him buried deep inside her.

Oh, yeah, that was exactly what she wanted.

She marched to her door, reaching for the knob, but when she realized what she was doing, she jerked her hand back.

What the hell was she doing? Going to his room and then what? She’d just knock on his door and wait for him to come out and ravage her? Not that she would mind that much if he did want to ravage her.

She could see it now. “Hey, Trent, could you bang my brains out? Right before you try to ruin my career, that is?”

That wasn’t going to happen. He would think she was trying to seduce him into not ruining her livelihood. He’d already said as much. That wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted him to believe because he believed.

She plopped down on the side of her bed. Not fair. She was just starting to have some semblance of a love life, and it was with the one man who wanted to hold her up to public ridicule.

Damn it, who said he could kiss her in the first place? She wanted to keep him at arm’s length, and she had every right to do that. She jumped off the bed and strode to the door, jerking it open.

“I’ll tell him a thing or two.” Her gaze narrowed on his door.

“That’s the way,” Dixie said. “Give ’em an inch and they take a mile.”

“Hey, I resent that remark,” Wesley complained.

“You two stay out of it!” She stomped down to his room and pounded on the door.

She heard footsteps; then his door swung open. Before he had the chance to say a word, she jabbed her finger at his chest. “I didn’t give you permission to kiss me, and I’d damn well appreciate it if you kept your distance.”

“Okay.”

She opened her mouth, then snapped it closed. “Good, I’m glad you see that kissing will only make things more complicated. An intimate relationship between us would be ridiculous. I mean, we each believe in something totally different.”

“You’re right.”

He was being awfully agreeable. Too much so. She didn’t trust him. But she couldn’t very well argue with someone who wouldn’t argue back.

“Okay.” She turned on her heel and started toward the stairs. She was starved, and it was past time for lunch. What she really needed was a chocolate doughnut….

“But you enjoyed it,” he told her before she made it to the staircase.

She turned. He was leaning against the doorframe with just the hint of a smile on his face.

“What?” she asked. Had she heard him right? Had he actually taunted her?

“I said you enjoyed my kiss.”

She tilted her chin and raised her eyebrows. “Now you’re on an ego trip?”

He shook his head. “No, just stating fact. Are you going to deny that you liked my touch?”

Coherent thought escaped as she remembered just what it felt like to be held in his arms. The way his tongue had stroked hers. The heat emanating from his body. The heat that was building inside her right now just thinking about it.

She drew in a ragged breath. “Yeah, I liked it a lot. But until you change your views about ghosts, I can’t see us getting chummy.”

“Maybe I can convince you otherwise.”

She turned back to the stairs. “Only in your dreams.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, the irony of what she’d said hit her, and she laughed.

Lord, she was losing her mind.

But she couldn’t stop the thrill of pleasure that ran through her at the thought of Trent attempting to seduce her.

Foreplay.

Yum.

Not that she would let him seduce her. No, she was much stronger than that.

Trent straightened and went back inside his room. Only in his dreams?