Ghost of a Chance (1 Night Stand Series)
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“Hot diggity!”
“Hot is right.” Susannah had snuck in behind him and proceeded to run hungry hands over his chest and abs, down past his navel, kissing his back all the while.
He sucked air in through his gritted teeth and groaned with satisfaction. He turned in her embrace and held her so close. “My heart beats again. Do you know how good that is? It’s indescribable, that’s how good.”
“Oh, Remy, it’s wonderful. Come, let’s start that heart pumping and get messy.” She kissed his chest and bent over to pick up the bottle of chocolate she’d left on the floor. He leaned over her to leave a trail of his own from the dimples above her behind, up to the back of her neck. She purred like a kitten, and he watched as her back arched in approval. He grabbed her elbow to help her up and walked her backward into the spa shower for two.
“One Susannah sundae, coming right up.” He smiled wickedly, opened the bottle, and drizzled chocolate sauce over her nipples and just below her tan line, watching it trail downward to heaven. He leaned forward to lick the sweetness away with the tip of his tongue in a swirling fashion, from one nipple to the other, and took each in his mouth. She grabbed his head and laced her fingers through his hair, keeping him sucking and laving at her breasts.
She eased up on her hold, and he licked his way down to her lower lips, lapping up the sweetness that combined with her own unique taste until not a drop lingered anywhere. She’d held onto his shoulders, nails biting into his flesh, but then took a step back and grabbed the bottle from him. As she squeezed a line of chocolate along his hardened shaft, he gasped at the cool sensation washing over him.
Her words came out choppy, her breath still ragged from his attentions. “My turn…for some…chocolate candy, sir.” She knelt down and licked him like a lollipop. Up and down and around and took him in her mouth. He stumbled back against the shower wall and grabbed onto her shoulders for purchase. He pulled her upright and kissed her hard. She tasted of sweet chocolate and sex, a heady mix.
“I want to be inside you when I come again.” This time, Susannah ripped open a packet and sheathed him so slowly that he thought he might lose all control.
Their passionate play continued through the cascading rain shower, with no hesitation, no talk, just blissful sensations and mind-numbing delirium as they reached for another climax together. Drying each other off didn’t do much to quell the flames, and they collapsed as one onto the bed, this time for a more languid, unhurried exploration of any remaining uncharted territory.
Resting, replete with Susannah in his arms, he stroked her back. “Would you mind if I changed careers from CEO of a billion dollar company to your sex slave for the rest of our lives?”
She giggled and kissed his chest. “As long as you don’t mind me becoming yours. You’re like a drug, Remy, and I’m addicted.”
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Snuggled together in silence, Susannah drifted in and out of sleep and noticed Remy had yet to loosen his embrace, as though he feared his hold on his existence rested inextricably on his hold on her. She could understand and agreed.
Sunlight crept in through the cracks of the curtains, alerting her that their date had ended. When Remy awoke, where would they go from here? Madame Evangeline’s handiwork brought two lost and wounded souls together for a wondrous evening. Remy’d swept her off her feet with the most magical experience. His earlier comment about seeing each other beyond tonight gave her hope. All sexual banter aside, would Remy want to extend this one night together into a lifetime?
He stirred and held her, if possible, even closer. Well, that’s a good sign. He murmured her name, and his voice stirred the familiar longing it had fostered when they’d first met. Oh, she’d fallen hard in love, but had yet to know if he truly had, as well. And even though he’d professed it, he probably got overwhelmed by the enormity of the situation. Too, he could have said it out of sheer gratitude, crushing on her as his savior instead of a true love. She just couldn’t be sure where she stood in his heart.
“Good morning, sweetheart.” A voice still laced with slumber teased its way down her spine, sending tiny tremors through her system. Strong fingers kneaded her back. “You’re a bit tense. What’s wrong?”
“The sun is up. Our date is over.” As much as she didn’t want to, she extricated herself from his embrace and crawled out of bed. “I think I’ll get showered and dressed. I’m famished!” She flashed him her sweetest smile to cover her growing insecurity and left the room.
Such an exquisite night it had been! She hadn’t been this happy, this fulfilled, this nervous about a relationship in years. It all bubbled up inside her, overwhelmed her, and as the shower rained down upon her, the rivulets mixed with her tears. How silly to be crying now! Lord, how she hoped Remy had fallen as hopelessly in love with her as she had with him. She turned off the water, wrapped a towel around her torso, and stepped out of the stall. The mirror had fogged up and reflected her ghostlike image. She froze, transfixed by the figure standing before her, and contemplated the nightmare of a life Remy had lived until last night. Suddenly, another apparition appeared in the mirror. Remy’s hand wiped the mirror with a towel, removing the veil of mist and showing the two of them as clear images.
He pointed at their reflection. “You and I are real, made of flesh and bones. I’m no longer a ghost. I have you to thank for that. You changed me, forever.” He turned her to face him, leaned forward, and kissed the tip of her nose, the corners of her mouth, and on her lips. She closed her eyes, surrendering to his voice, his touch. When she reopened them, she lost herself in his deep, penetrating blue eyes. He spoke in a hushed, trembling tone. “I’m in love with you, and there’s nothing I can do about it except to ask this. Is there a ghost of a chance you’d consider spending the rest of your life with me, Susannah Cravens?”
Her heart sang, her soul rejoiced, and as she dropped the towel, her body revealed her desire before she could utter the words. “Remy Charles, man or ghost, there’s not a chance of me living the rest of my life without you.”
~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~
It was the mystique of Arizona’s history and landscape that called to Deena and catapulted her career as an author. When she’s not writing novels and poetry in the wee, small hours of the morning or in the deep, dark of night, Deena teaches language arts to middle school students. She currently lives in Gilbert with her husband and two children, but New Jersey will always tug at her heartstrings.
www.deenaremiel.com
Table of Contents
Title page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~