stick around. But we never bring emotions and stuff into it.”
“You’ve never been in love then,” Z stated.
I shook my head. “Have you?”
“Once. A very long time ago.”
“While you were still alive?” I asked, recalling my dreams. Though I still didn’t understand it, I knew without a doubt they were glimpses into Z’s past. I just didn’t know why I was the boy when I saw them.
“Yes,” he answered in a faraway tone. “I’m done answering questions now. Please respect my wishes.”
“I have just one more.”
“Carter…”
“Kiss me?” I asked, staring into his blue eyes.
The wrinkle in his brow smoothed as a smile curved his lips. “Now that I can do.” He caressed my cheek before bringing our lips together.
As he put his weight against me, I bumped into the door, shutting it the rest of the way. I moaned against his mouth and gripped his sides. He smelled like roses and tasted sweet. I was addicted to Z’s kiss, plain and simple.
Ah, screw it. I was addicted to him.
“I fancy this,” he said, before licking my lip ring. It was so goddamn hot. “And the stud you have on your tongue.”
“Glad you fancy them.” I flicked my tongue-ring against his lip before crushing our mouths back together.
We kissed for a minute, maybe more, before I broke away with a gasp. Being with someone who didn’t require oxygen came with its own set of challenges for sure. He didn’t have to take breaks in between kisses to breathe, and I’d become so absorbed in him I’d forgotten that I actually needed to.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Forgot to breathe,” I answered, panting.
“Silly boy,” he said, smiling down at me. “What am I going to do with you?”
“You could kiss me again.” I returned his smile. “Or we could do more than kissing. Whatever you want. I definitely wouldn’t mind you banging me into next week.”
“That tongue of yours is something else,” he said with a light laugh. “So vulgar.”
“Yeah? I can show you other vulgar things I can do with my tongue.” I licked up his neck and sucked on his earlobe.
He shuddered and slipped his hand up the front of my sweatshirt. “You’re so warm. I yearn to feel you beneath me.” His hand traveled farther up, and he splayed his fingers on my chest. “Writhing and moaning as I please you.”
“Fuck. I want that too.” My dick agreed with me. It was hard pressed to his.
Just then, a giggle came from the other side of the door. William.
“If we do so now, I’m afraid we will have an uninvited guest,” Z said, sounding just as displeased as he looked.
“Can’t you tell him to go away?” I asked, the whine clear in my voice. It had been way too long since I’d last been good and fucked.
A sexy chuckle reached my ears before Z pressed his lips to my temple. “It’s about time for you to leave anyway. The sun is setting.”
I couldn’t believe it. I’d just gotten cockblocked by a ghost.
“I’ll come back tomorrow,” I said, before kissing him again.
“I will await your return.” Z pressed his cheek to mine and lingered there a moment before finally pulling away.
“Really? You’re not going to convince me that it’s a bad idea to come back?”
“You wouldn’t heed my warning even if I tried.” He grabbed the door handle once I stepped away from it. “And as I said earlier, I’m much too selfish now. I desire your company too greatly.”
I hesitated in the room once he opened the door. At his questioning eyebrow raise, I said, “You sure we can’t find somewhere private to fool around before I go?”
His eyes closed, briefly, before opening again. “If I wasn’t already dead, I’d say you’d be the death of me. Why must you test my self-control like this, little dove?”
I smiled. Before I could form a witty response, footsteps came down the hall, loud and quick, and stopped directly in front of the study door.
“Boo!” William shouted, materializing in the doorway.
My soul left my body as I screamed and clutched onto Z’s arm.
The boy giggled before running off again.
Laughing, Z kissed the side of my head and led me into the corridor. I looped my arm through his and glanced around, waiting for the mischievous little brat to pop out and scare me again.
“He likes you,” Z said, patting my hand. “He can be awfully shy, though he’s comfortable in your presence.”
“Lucky me,” I muttered. But despite my grumbling, I actually felt happy that William