I answered with a nod. “I guess it just takes some time for me to get used to the idea that you know I talk to the dead.”
After keeping my special talent a secret for so long, it was hard to let it be out in the open like that.
Callahan stepped closer and wrapped his arms around my waist. “If it’s a part of your life, then I love it.”
That was the first time he’d mentioned the ‘l’ word. Was it too soon? Okay, he hadn’t said he loved me, but was he headed in that direction? How did I feel about him? I couldn’t deny that what I was feeling might be love. Thankfully, Mr. Fine had left us alone at this special moment. Well, at least I thought he had. I hadn’t seen him since Callahan had pulled me closer. He was probably hiding out in the attic. That was so weird.
Giving up on trying to control my new ghost guest for the night, I left him to entertain himself while Callahan and I slipped off to the bedroom. It was like sneaking your boyfriend into your room when your parents were home. It was ridiculous that I had to hide from a ghost like a teenager. Mr. Fine could sneak off to the attic if he wanted, as long as he left us alone tonight.
Callahan started the fireplace, warming the room and casting a soft glow across the butter-colored walls. I waited for him by the bed.
When Callahan neared, he pulled me into his arms, then glanced around. “Are we alone?”
I wanted to say: define alone. But that wouldn’t have been the answer he wanted, so instead I said, “Yes. We’re completely alone.”
I didn’t have the heart to explain that ghosts could pop up at any moment or even make themselves invisible.
With those words, he pulled me against his hard body and placed his lips against mine. He gently traced the contour of my lips with his tongue until I couldn’t stand it any longer and I had to kiss him with full force. I ran my hands down his shoulders and along his arms, relishing in the feel of his hard muscles. He threaded his hands through my hair, then held my face with his powerful hands.
Callahan lifted his lips from mine, and then stared into my eyes. “You make it hard to catch my breath.”
Yeah, the feeling was mutual.
I slowly unbuttoned Callahan’s shirt, taking a little time on each button. When his muscular chest was fully exposed, I pressed my lips against his hot skin. A soft moan escaped his lips. I took my time kissing and licking, but my desire for him was almost too much to handle. I felt his yearning as he pressed against me. Without wasting another second, I unfastened his belt, and then slowly lowered the zipper, releasing him from the confines of the denim. He stepped out of his jeans and set his sights on my clothing. Callahan gently pulled off my shirt, then cupped my breasts in his hands. He caressed with his fingers, sending a jolt through my body.
My body temperature was rising by the second. He lowered his lips to mine again and our tongues mingled together with a new urgency. I could wait no longer. I had to have him. Stepping out of my pants, Callahan pulled me toward his body again. His hard muscles sent a tremble from my head to my toes. As my legs weakened, Callahan lowered me onto the bed, the down comforter soft against my skin. The candlelight flickered across his handsome face and I ran my hands across his hard chest again. He made it easy to forget all my problems. Callahan lowered himself over me. My hands moved to his tight butt as he moved against my body. In that moment, I wasn’t sure if I would have noticed if the room had been on fire. The world only consisted of the two of us at that moment—or maybe not.
Just when things had heated up, a loud thud echoed out. It sounded as if the crash had come from the front porch. It was probably just the ghost trying to get my attention. But what if it was an intruder? Someone trying to break in and steal my valuables? Okay, I had no valuables other than a string of pearls my mother had given me for my sixteenth birthday, but whatever.