Came Back Haunted (Experiment in Terror #10) - Karina Halle Page 0,33

above us barely visible.

“Well, this is ominous,” I say sleepily as I sit up in my seat, trying to get a glimpse of the Columbia River through the fog.

Dex side-eyes me. “That’s what you get for having a November birthday in the Pacific Northwest.”

“Better than rain, I guess,” I say. “Wonder if it’s going to be stormy by the ocean? That would be cool.”

“I’m sure it will be. I feel like all you have to do is just show up on the coast and the storms come right to you.”

He’s kind of right, but even so it makes a shiver run through me. I’ve heard time and time again that I have a strange type of energy, which probably accounts for all the paranormal supernatural stuff happening around me.

On the other hand, Dex has that same energy. It’s no wonder that weird shit goes down whenever we’re together.

I mull that over in a sleepy silence, thinking back to Max. He was Dex’s protector and guardian, his Jacob. For better or worse, they had a relationship that spanned a decade. It doesn’t make a lot of sense to me why he wouldn’t be able to see or hear him. Max said that it was because we had sex that the connection between us was different, stronger maybe. Had I known that having sex would create a weird bond that lasts even after death, perhaps I wouldn’t have done it. It does make me think back to Mason, the poor guy I lost my virginity to. No wonder he flipped the fuck out after that and left.

“Dex,” I say carefully.

“Mmm?”

“Do you think I’m some sort of…sex witch?”

He blinks hard and slowly turns his head to look at me, brows to the heavens. “I’m sorry…a what?” He bites back a smile, trying not to laugh. “A sex witch?”

“You know all about sex magic, don’t you?”

More blinking. He moves his gaze back to the road just in time to avoid rear ending the car in front of us as traffic begins to crawl. “Sex magic? Not that I don’t like the sound of that, but baby, what the hell are you talking about?”

“I don’t know,” I admit, because other than the Chili Peppers’ album, I don’t even think I’ve heard the term sex magic until right this second, like it popped into my head. “I’m just thinking about sex.”

“Always a good thing.” He pauses. “Wait. With me, I hope.”

I nod uneasily. “You know I don’t have a ton of experience here but…I don’t know…” I press my lips together for a second. “You know what? Nevermind. It’s dumb.”

“It’s not dumb. What were you going to say? You can’t use a term like sex witch and not elaborate.”

I take a deep breath. “Don’t you think this connection we have gets stronger during sex? I know that’s normal for people, but sometimes it feels…more intense, more powerful, than it should be. Deeper somehow. In a really profound way.”

He switches lanes and then gives me a thoughtful glance. “I’m with you on that.”

“I mean, you’ve slept with half the country I’m sure.” He lets out a derisive snort. I continue. “And I’m not looking for compliments or anything, but what we have…it’s different, right?”

I watch him carefully, his brows knitting together, hoping we’re on the same page or else I’m going to feel extra ridiculous for bringing this up.

“Perry,” he says eventually, his voice low as his eyes go from the road to me. “It is different. It’s very different. And it’s not just because I know you inside and out, it’s not just because I’m madly in love with you, or that we’re married, or that we’ve been through a lot. There has always been some crazy energy when we have sex…hell, maybe it explains why I freaked out so fucking bad when we first slept together.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “No. That was because you’re an idiot.”

“Was an idiot.” He licks his lips. “You have a way about you, you know that. I’m pretty much powerless when it comes to you. Whatever you want, you shall have.”

He pauses and I feel my cheeks go hot from the compliments.

“But I don’t want to talk too much about sex while I’m driving here,” he goes on. “And especially when we’re about to go see your father and sister.”

“Like that’s stopped us before,” I say under my breath.

“But,” he says, then he clears his throat. “Every time I’m inside you, I feel myself fuse to you a