Page 34 of Tall, Dark and Haunted

I can’t imagine being stuck as a ghost again, but remind myself not to think about it. Instead, I worry that a century of abstinence is enough to make a man question whether he’ll be able to last. I’ve never had problems with my stamina before.

Rhiannon doesn’t say anything. Instead, she just pulls her top over her head. I refuse to just stand here and watch. I need to touch her. But she doesn’t wait for any of us to move before she unclasps her brassiere and flings it to the floor next to the bed, lifting her hands to her breasts.

God, she’s beautiful! She lets out a tiny moan as her nipples pebble beneath her touch. I practically throw myself onto the bed, needing to touch those breasts too. Red and Davy aren’t far behind me. All four of us are on the bed, and I pull Rhiannon’s tight jeans down so that I can taste her.

The moment my tongue touches her clit, she lets out another of those little moans, and Red lowers his mouth to hers, capturing the sound.

I feel jealous again, but then I remember that I got the better end of this deal.

“You taste like honey,” I murmur as my tongue laps at her juices. “My little honey bear.”

I can’t keep my hands to myself; they’re busy exploring her body. One arm wraps around one thigh while the other hand rests on her belly, drawing circles on her soft skin. All the while, my tongue moves against her, flicking against her clit before swiping down and darting inside.

Her legs quiver and her hips buck against my face. I grin as I glance up at her and shudder at the sight. She’s beautiful, thrashing against the bed. And all mine—well, ours—but mine, too.

“Don’t stop!” she growls, our eyes meeting.

Chuckling, I suck on her clit obediently. My cock pulses beneath me against the bedspread, but I ignore it, giving all my attention to Rhia’s pleasure. I feel her body tighten with that same anticipation I feel.

She moans louder this time and I almost shush her—my old-fashioned chivalry coming out in a need to protect her reputation. After all, we’re not yet married and we’re in a hotel, of all places. But apparently, sex outside of wedlock doesn’t have the same effect upon a lady’s reputation as it once did. So instead, I just grin again, relishing the sound.

I begin to rub my thumb against her while thrusting my tongue into her, quickening my pace. I want to fuck her, but first I’m going to make her come on my tongue.

Her back arches and she wraps one leg around my shoulder. Her foot presses into my back as she grinds against my face, panting heavily. She orgasms and screams so loudly that she’d definitely be compromised if we were back in my own time.

“If we live past tomorrow,” I tell her as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, “you will marry us.”

“Whatever you want,” she agrees quickly, her head dropping back against the pillow.