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  He took her erect nipple into his mouth, sucking tenderly, swirling his tongue over every inch of her delectable breasts. He moved from one to the other, paying each mound equal attention.

  She wove her fingers into his hair, holding him close to her breasts as he licked and teased her skin. The more he sampled her flesh, the more cries of pleasure escaped her. He moved to her mouth, capturing her moans. He didn’t want her parents to hear them. He didn’t want to be interrupted.

  She bucked her hips up, driving his cock over her panty-covered pussy. “Take them off me,” she whispered, clearly understanding he wanted her to be quiet.

  He grasped the thin material of her panties, running his finger along the band, and slowly pulled them down, revealing the soft, dark curls that covered her pussy. He inhaled sharply as he pushed her legs up, tugging the panties off. Her well-groomed cunt was coated in her arousal.

  “Damn,” he groaned.

  He couldn’t stop himself from scooting down the bed and spreading her legs. He gazed up to see her watching him, her eyes wide in anticipation. Slowly, he slid his tongue between the damp folds and watched as her eyes closed and her head fell back. With his fingers, he spread the moist lips and placed his mouth over her clit, sucking oh so tenderly. He wickedly increased the suction and flicked his tongue over the sensitive bud. She bucked her hips up, driving herself against his mouth. Her body pulsed and shook under his caress. She tasted of wild flowers and spices. Nothing had ever been so sweet, so additive.

  He pressed a finger inside her tight sheath, pushing in and out of her in slow, controlled strokes. Then he added a second finger, stretching her, preparing her to take him inside her body.

  He wasn’t a small man, but he wasn’t hung like an elephant either. But judging from how tiny Lydia was, and the tightness of her pussy, he knew he had to be gentle with her. He needed to take things slow, which made him all the more aroused.

  He groaned as his cock punched into the mattress. He wasn’t going to last as long as he hoped. His body was oversensitized. Every touch, every sound, every scent was magnified in his mind. Lydia was doing this to him. She was making him mad with desires he’d never had for another.

  “You taste so good,” he told her in a husky voice, licking his lips.

  He clamped onto her clit once again, sucking more firmly, feeling her body quiver beneath him. Her hands came up to tangle in his hair, holding him in place as he brought her to her first orgasm. He reached up and covered her mouth with his hand as she cried out in release. He crawled up her body and swallowed the rest of her moans with a fierce kiss.

  His tongue dove into her mouth, and she responded by sliding her tongue wildly over his, sucking it into her mouth as if it had been his cock.

  “I can taste myself on your lips,” she muttered huskily. He closed his eyes and groaned. Just hearing her voice was almost enough to spill his seed all over the bed. “I want you inside me, Tristan. Now.”

  He was desperate to be inside her, too. “I need a condom.” He told her. “I don’t have one.” Frustration consumed him. What the hell was he going to do now? He didn’t want to risk getting her pregnant.

  He frowned. Could he even have kids?

  “I’m on the pill,” she said, wrapping her legs around his waist, rolling her hips up to stroke his cock with her damp pussy. “Make love to me, Tristan. I’ve waited long enough.”

  So had he. Slowly he slid his cock inside her, inch by tantalizing inch. She clung to him, her breath against his face. Their bodies molded together, warm and slick with sweat. Her tight sheath wrapped around him, holding him as if he was always meant to be a part of her. He worked his shaft in and out of her, drilling deep, but slow. His body trembled as he drew closer to release.

  He sat back on his knees, pulling her legs up over his shoulder giving him better access. He quickened his pace, pumping his hips.

  “Oh, God,” she cried, biting her hand to keep from screaming out.

  Her pussy clamped down on him, squeezing his cock as he continued to thrust inside her. When her body finally settled beneath him, he drilled deep several more times before succumbing to his own orgasm.

  He clenched his jaw as his body was overcome with sensations. Then he dropped down, lying on top of her. She cradled against him, holding him close.

  “That was amazing,” she whispered, her voice straining with emotion.

  He met her teary eyed gaze and brushed away a few fallen tears. Never had he expected to feel this way about another person. His heart warmed knowing that Lydia cared for him, too.

  “When I woke up in the morgue”—he caressed her cheek, brushing back her tousled hair—“you were the one thing I regretted most. Not having moments like this. Not telling you how I felt about you.”

  Lydia smiled. “I’d like more nights like this, but first I think we better figure out what’s going on with you.”

  He couldn’t agree more. As he sat there looking at her, he remembered something important, something that might give them answers. “I think I figured out where I was the night I died,” he admitted. “I went to see a psychic. I think she killed me.”

  Chapter Two

  Lydia waited for her parents to leave for work the next morning before attempting to exit her bedroom. Tristan had spent the night in her bed, a place her parents considered forbidden to anyone with a Y chromosome. But she didn’t. Times had changed, and even though she still believed in most of the things her parents did, waiting for marriage to have sex no longer applied to her.

  She’d gladly given her virginity to Tristan, and it was as beautiful and amazing as she had always hoped it would be. She only wished her family would understand her insane need to be with him, alive or undead.

  All of the fantasies she had over the years about Tristan had given her the courage to purchase a few sex toys. One in particular was a blue dildo that she used on several occasions. Her body may not have felt like that of a virgin, but Tristan was her first real lover. Best part, he didn’t even know it.

  Explaining to him that she was still pure would’ve been embarrassing, so the fact that her body no longer revealed the truth of her innocence made for a stress-free and not-so-awkward experience. She was still blown away by the feel of his body against hers. Every touch and taste had been ten times better than she ever imagined.

  She gazed back at his peaceful face and noticed the paleness of his skin. In the dark, he hadn’t seemed so different, and his body had been warm to the touch. Her heart strings tugged. She had hoped she’d imagined that he’d been dead and that everything was as it should be. However, she couldn’t deny what her eyes saw. Something was off about Tristan. She didn’t know what, but she believed there was an answer, and together they would discover it.

  Lydia walked to the window and watched as her parents backed out of the driveway and headed in opposite directions to work. She turned toward the bed and gently nudged Tristan until he woke.

  “My parents just left. Would you like to take a shower and get dressed?” He grinned at her. The warm glow of his alluring blue-gray eyes chased a shiver up her spine. He reached for her, pulling her to him, forcing her to move closer. She smiled crookedly. “Tristan, as much as I’d like to make love again, we really need to figure out what’s happening to you.”

  He dropped his head onto the pillow, facedown. “I don’t want to.” His whiny voice was muffled. “I just want to stay here with you.” He inclined his head so he could see her studying him. The sheet was only covering his ass. His bare back and legs were clearly visible. He tugged the sheet off and rolled onto his back. He stretched, elongating his muscular body, causing her gaze to wander to his erection. She sucked in a breath.

  Oh, God! He’s trying to kill me with his cock.

  She nibbled on her bottom lip. “You really need to stop doing that.”

  He ran his hand down his chest, over his firm abs, and teasingly began stroking his shaft with his hand. “What are you talking about?” H
e winked at her. “I’m not doing anything.”

  Her entire body pulsed with heightened sensations. He was driving her over the edge. Again. “Tristan,” she whimpered, shrugging out of her bathrobe. Damn, she couldn’t get enough of him. Moving to the bed, she straddled him and impaled herself onto his thick cock. “Is this what you want?” She rocked her hips up and down, riding him, searching for the spot inside her that would have her clawing at his chest. “Oh, Tristan.” She found it, and this time when he tried to muffle her cries, she took his hand and kissed it. She was prepared to let everything she was feeling out. “My parents are gone. It’s just us.” She reached up to cup her breasts.

  He clasped her hips, arching a brow. “Seriously?” he asked, as if she hadn’t already explained this to him when she tried to wake him up.

  She nodded.

  “Good,” he muttered, flipping her over. “Get on your knees. I want to take you from behind.”

  Oh, hell fire.

  Her body exploded and warmed to a point she thought she might have an orgasm on the spot. She’d dreamed of him taking her this way, nibbling along her neck as he shoved his cock deep inside her. Her nipples hardened, and her body quivered. She was on her knees and pushing back against him like a woman starved for a man’s touch.

  I can’t believe this is happening.

  He guided his cock up and down the crease of her ass, spreading the moisture he collected from her body. “Damn, baby. You are so wet. I knew you’d be like this for me.”

  He dipped his finger inside her pussy, pumping a few times, and then slid the finger up to circle around the button of her anus. “I want to have you here. I want so much to feel how tight you are as I fuck you. I’ve never done it before, but I want to do it with you.”

  She whimpered, and if she hadn’t already been on her knees, they surely would’ve buckled out from under her. “Tristan, stop teasing me and do something, please.”

  She couldn’t believe the sound of her voice, the primal need racing through her veins. She never imagined the fire that burned between them would be so hot. Her wildest dreams seemed tame now as she felt him behind her.

  He positioned the head of his shaft at the entrance, and she held her breath, waiting for him to shove inside her welcoming heat. Then he sank deep, and she gasped, feeling him as he stroked against her inner walls. His cock was perfect for her body, filling her completely.

  Her head kicked back as he reached forward to caress her breasts. His hips bucked forward, driving his cock in and out of her. She shivered as his lips touched the flesh of her back, leaving a trail of tender kisses along the curve of her spine. Her pussy clenched.

  A wild groan escaped him as he fucked her harder and faster, the ravenous need inside her seeping into him. She pushed back, forcing his shaft to plunge deeper.

  He gritted his teeth, growling. “You do that again and I’m not gonna last,” he warned her.

  She grinned, licking her lips, ignoring his words. She shoved back and cried out as his cock rubbed over the spot that had light exploding from behind her eyes. She cried out, her body erupting into a million jolts of electricity.

  Tristan thrust a dozen more times. His pace was quick and fierce. He growled, clasping her hips as he sank inside her one last time, his seed spurting into her womb.

  He collapsed on top of her, shifting his weight to the side so he wouldn’t crush her. She grinned as his bright gaze met hers. “Do you think we can get cleaned up now, or would you like to do that again?” Now it was her turn to wink.

  He brushed the backs of his knuckles over her cheek. “I’d love nothing more than to be buried inside you all day, but I think you’re right. We really do need to figure out what’s going on with me.”

  Yes, they did. She didn’t want to think what would happen to her heart if she lost him for real. She’d finally had him, all of him, and she wasn’t about to let him go.

  “I’ll find some clothes for you,” she told him, sliding out of the bed. “You hop in the shower, and I’ll join you in a moment.”

  He was standing behind her before she even had time to pick up her robe. She gasped as he took her face in his hands and kissed her. The need in his touch stole her breath. His lips had been gentle but fierce, and the sensation had her toes curling.

  “What was that for?”

  He captured her in a tight embrace. His mouth was just above her ear. “Thank you, Lydia,” he whispered. “I know this can’t be easy.”

  She kissed him again. No, there was nothing easy about seeing the man she desperately cared for haunted by the presence of death. “I’m glad we had this time together. Now we just need to figure out how to make it permanent.”

  * * * *

  After a long hot shower, both he and Lydia were on their way to the psychic’s place of business. He remembered it was a hole-in-the-wall spot not too far from their college campus. In fact, he also remembered that it had been his friend Tim that told him about the place.

  “Why would you go see a psychic anyway?” Lydia scrunched up her forehead. “They’re all full of crap, you know?”

  He chuckled. Once upon a time, he believed that there was no truth in psychic abilities and that it was all a scam, but after what he was now going through, he was willing to go out on a little faith. “Normally, I’d be inclined to agree with you, but you have to admit, I’m not exactly—”

  “Don’t say it,” she blurted out. Her knuckles were going white as she clasped hold of the steering wheel. “Let’s just meet this lady, find out which one of them has the cobalt-blue eyes, and see what she knows.”

  Tristan glanced over to watch as Lydia focused on the road ahead. Her small two-door sports car weaved in and out of traffic. Her shoulders were full of tension.

  “You know, for someone who just had the best sex of her life”—he waggled his eyebrows when she glanced over at him.—“you seem a little tense.”

  She swallowed hard. “I’m nervous,” she confessed.

  Tristan scowled. “Why are you nervous? I’m the one who’s the walking dead.” He couldn’t believe how much his life was mimicking a movie.

  “Stop saying that,” she said with an angry edge to her voice. “And I’m nervous because I don’t want to lose you again. You have no idea what your death did to me.” Her eyes watered. “I was the girl in the back of the crowd, staring through a sea of people who didn’t know you like I did. They only knew the goofy you from high school…the football jock that scored on and off the field.” He winced at the mention of his exploits. “No one knew how much I cared about you because I was never able to share it.” She turned to face him. “My parents would never have permitted me to date you, and your friends all thought I was some kind of geek.”

  “Lydia,” he whispered. Her words stung him to his core. He’d never known how much she longed for him. He’d always assumed he’d been alone in the matter.

  “Now that I have you, I don’t want to let you go.” She sniffled. “So please stop joking around about being dead because you can’t be.”

  He placed his hand on her shoulder and gently squeezed. He loved how passionate she was, and he loved that she was fighting for him. “I’m sorry, Lydia. I didn’t mean to upset you. I guess I’m a little nervous, too. I don’t know what I’m going to say to this psychic woman. What if she thinks I’m nuts and tries to call the cops on me?”

  Lydia took his hand in hers. “I’ll be with you every step of the way. If things get too weird, we’ll just leave.”

  If things got any weirder, he was going to find a cabin up in the mountains and live off the land. He didn’t think he could handle anymore craziness than he was already dealing with.

  Tristan found himself ducking low at every intersection as they got closer to campus. He was a popular person, and he had made his rounds with a number of girls from high school to college. Even though his heart had been made for Lydia, his cock had other ideas. At least that was before he’d had the chance to make love to
Lydia. Now he knew he’d never be able to take another woman. He’d always crave her and no one else.

  Until now, he hadn’t realized just how much he’d hurt Lydia every time he dated another woman. He never thought about it since he didn’t think she was interested in him the way he was with her. He shook his head, annoyed that he hadn’t paid better attention to her.

  “Lydia, when we get all this worked out, I want you to invite me over to dinner at your parents’ house.”

  Lydia’s mouth hung open, and a cold shiver of fear washed over her expression. She licked her lips. Her hands squeezed the steering wheel so tight he thought she was trying to strangle it.

  “I think we’re here,” she stammered, nervously avoiding giving him an answer.

  Perhaps now was not the time, but he wasn’t about to let this go. He needed to be a part of her life. He wanted to be a real couple with her, and once he figured out how to reverse his death issue, they had to figure out how to get her family to accept him. Family was important to Lydia, and he wasn’t about to let her down.

  Chapter Three

  Tristan held the door open for Lydia as they entered the psychic’s shop. He snickered to himself wondering if the psychic woman knew he was coming. Would he appear to her as the angel of death in a long black robe carrying a scythe, or just as he was now, pasty and confused?

  The small fortune-teller storefront was not what he had expected at all. Well maybe it was, but it was not what he had hoped for. The glow of neon lights flickered in the back drop of the window. The word Psychic shined brightly in blue while the crest of a moon hung behind it in purple. The eerie sight of dead trees loomed in the shadows of the lights, creating an almost cemetery ambiance. A large black handprint hung on a sign to the right indicating that they also read palms and tarot cards.