Phantom Affair by Katherine Kingston Read Free Book Online Page B

failed to obey.
    It thrilled him to know she had that desire, since he felt
drawn to it himself…from the dominant male side. But until he had a better
understanding of what she truly wanted and what should remain “fantasies”, he’d
proceed cautiously.
    When they got in the bedroom, he did give an order. “Remove
these garments from me,” he told her.
    Kelly’s eyebrows lifted for a moment and a half-smile curved
her lips before she lowered her eyes and said, “Yes, sir,” in a very submissive
way. His cock was already hard and filled even more as she lifted the shirt
she’d lent him over his head. She licked her lips as she stared at his chest. A
hand extended to touch him but stopped. Instead she looked down and grabbed the
waistline of the strange shorts. It took a careful lift to get them over his
erection, then she pushed them down his legs until they dropped to the floor.
    A wave of unreality made him dizzy. Through all the long
years of being a spirit, he’d never dared hope something like this could
happen. When Kelly had bought the house, he’d thought her a temptation but
little more, until her grace, her beauty and her intelligence combined to draw
his interest and make her the most fascinating woman he’d ever met. And when it
occurred to him that she might be the one he could trust to judge him, he still
barely let himself believe in it. So many things could have gone wrong. A
couple of them very nearly did.
    “Undress yourself. Slowly,” he told her.
    She nodded. Grabbing the hem of her shirt, she lifted it
slowly upward, unveiling her abdomen and her lovely breasts inches at a time.
When her nipples came into view he sucked in a sharp breath. More blood rushed
to his groin, making him harder yet. The shirt finally went over her head and
dropped. His heart pounded. Then she started on the pants, rolling them over
her curvaceous hips with tiny movements. He feared he’d lose control and
explode before she got them off.
    “Put your hands under your breasts and lift them for me.
Show them off,” he demanded. He had a déjà vu flashback to his ghostly days
when he’d have her bring herself off for him. The spectacle never ceased to
thrill him, but now he could actually touch her and have her touch him. He said
a quick prayer of thanks for the second chance.
    She presented herself to him just the way he asked. He put
his hands under hers so that they held up her breasts together, but he reached
up with his thumbs and brushed them over her nipples. The petal-soft skin
pebbled into harder nubs at his touch. Her sharp indrawn breath sounded like
music to him. As he continued to rub over her breasts, she let out a series of
soft, sighing moans and quivered gently, lips parted and eyes half-shut. He
found himself shaking as well, rocked by the reaction he evoked from her and
the desire she roused in him.
    He pulled back from her and said, “Kneel.”
    She gave a soft, almost sobbing breath before she nodded and
dropped to her knees in front of him. “Touch me.” He nodded to his cock.
    The smile that spread over her face made him ache inside. The
first, tentative contact of her fingers on his cock had him almost jumping out
of his skin with the ferocious pleasure it roused. Her hand rubbed up and down,
inexpertly, but the caresses still sent rivers of fire mingled with shards of
ripping ice through him.
    The panting of her breath made a rhythmic counterpoint to
his own harsh gasps. She wrapped the fingers of one hand around his shaft and
pumped, while cupping his balls in the other, squeezing and kneading them
gently. Every muscle in his body tightened and his heartbeat raced. Pressure
built, rising fast, too fast.
    Finally, he had to step back or risk exploding right then.
She looked crestfallen, until he said, “You’re too good at his. I won’t last.”
He made his tone sterner when he said, “Go, lie on the bed. Arms and legs
spread wide.”
    She drew a deep breath and stood as he