Under My Skin by Sommer Marsden Read Free Book Online

me close to coming whenever he drove deep. All the needy, desperate places inside of me that had been neglected for way too long hummed to life and reveled in our union. The waves of sensation crashed down over me, and I bobbed along on the sweet warmth of her bliss.
    When I came it was me coming, when she came it was her coming. My body took the delicious brunt of two peaks. Lanie moved my teeth to his shoulder, clamped down just enough that it must have stung, and I heard him whisper, “Jesus” and he was coming. Shaking over me with the intensity of it, my buried but still active psychic senses picking up on his mix of confusion, gratitude and happiness. He felt a familiarity with me and had no idea why. He found it odd but comforting. It scared him, and it made him happy.
    He had no idea. And now…now it was time to tell him.

Chapter Seven
     
    “Are you hungry? I’m starved. Can I make you something to eat?” He took my hand, and my heart fluttered. I understand the loyal, beautiful feelings Lanie still held in her heart for him. Feelings that were probably part of her being bound here to earth, to her death place. But mostly to blame for her Earthly bondage, I thought, was , and I remembered how much I wanted to rid that house—this world—of him.
    “Sure. I could eat a small village,” I said. It just sort of popped out of my mouth.
    The sharp startled glance he gave me told me that was something from Lanie, not from me. It was easy to tangle us up now. I felt a real draw, a real affection…a real lust for Elijah. I also felt protective of him. So those feelings were mixing and mingling, and it was hard from moment to moment to tell what was mine from what was hers. Normally, with a spirit in my body, under my skin, that would scare the hell out of me, but not this time. This time, I knew her motives, and I believed them. She simply wanted to transition him. She’d lost him, and he’d lost her and now, at the end of his life, they could reunite. It was the most magical mind fuck I’d ever encountered.
    “Lanie,” he said for the second time today. Not as a question, as a statement.
    “We need to talk,” I said, pulling on my nightgown, twisting my hair back in a knot. But I had nothing to hold it, so when I let it go it just unwound, spinning wildly around until it was long against the back of my arms again.
    “She used to say that,” he said.
    “Yeah,” I sighed. “Look…how… trusting are you about the wonders of the Universe?”
    “What?”
    “God, angels, psychics, mediums… ghosts. ”
    He laughed, it was a harsh sound. I’d never heard him sound that way before, but then again, I’d only known him for a blink of an eye. “Don’t tell me you’re some mystical psychic who’s going to get me in touch with the wonderful but departed spirit of my dead fiancée.” He sounded bitter, and it broke my heart. Now he was suspicious.
    “No,” I said, feeling defeated before I even started. “I’m telling you that your wonderful but departed dead fiancée is inside me, right now. And she’s watching out for you, and I’m just a vehicle, and she still loves you but you know, I think you’re pretty damn amazing too…” I said it all in one rough breath, like I was pulling a bandage off a particularly tender bit of skin.
    Elijah sank to the bed, head in hands. “Great,” he moaned. “You’re a nutball.”
    I couldn’t help it, laughter leapt from my mouth. It cracked me up. I took his hand, and he let me, so we weren’t too far gone. “No, I’m not a nut. Trust me, you’re not the first person to think it. Hell, I’ve even thought it once or twice,” I said, squeezing his hand. He squeezed back, and I felt the warmth and trust there, it made my chest warm.
    “Tell me,” he said. I could feel it coming off him. The need to believe. The want. Which made Lanie excited, agitated her like an overheated molecule inside my skin.
    “I’m a sensitive. A medium. Whatever label you