any collisions between fantasies.
Zach’s fantasy was possible, and the opportunity right in front of him. Caitlyn’s fantasy was impossible, but maybe, with the blindfold, she’d never know the difference.
Zach wasn’t going to spend a lot of time thinking about it. He tugged off his nightshirt and chucked it back into his own room. He pulled on the gloves, liking how snug and soft they were. The leather was really thin, so his sense of touch wouldn’t be completely dulled. He straightened in the doorway to her room and surveyed it, holding the coil of braided rope and the blindfold.
The first thing he did when he stepped into the room was extinguish the oil lantern. The room was plunged into sexy shadows. Caitlyn murmured in her sleep and rolled over, even as Zach stole across the floor, intent upon making her his own.
For one night, at least.
* * *
Caitlyn had had a hard time getting to sleep after that séance. She couldn’t figure out how they’d made the illusion of Luke seem so real, and had laid in bed, puzzling over it. It had to have something to do with smoke and mirrors. The more she thought about it, the more familiar the actual image of Luke had seemed.
Like it had been lifted from a picture of him. Maybe someone had done some digital animation with it, something that wouldn’t bear too much scrutiny but could work in a shadowed dining room when people were feeling beyond all they knew to be true.
It certainly had given her a shock.
She’d halfway expected the vision of Luke to call her out, and repeat that last argument. The fact that it hadn’t, that the specter of Luke evidently hadn’t remembered the explosive argument that only the two of them knew about, told her that it wasn’t really Luke. No, he wouldn’t have been shy about setting her straight, if he really had come to visit from beyond the grave.
Was she supposed to believe the illusion was real?
Was she supposed to believe that Luke was coming to seduce her tonight?
Who was actually going to take that job? Caitlyn had a feeling about that, about the reason Devon was at Windswept, but she knew she would have preferred another answer.
She finally dropped off late, and fell into a deep sleep after the activities of the day. Zach’s name was on her lips, so it only made sense that when she awakened to a terse command, she assumed it was him.
“On your knees.”
There was a man in her room, a man whose features she couldn’t distinguish beyond the lace drapes around the bed. His voice was low, as if he meant to disguise his voice, but sharp as well. He slapped her hip with his leather glove, and it stung in a most exciting way.
Caitlyn also caught a whiff of soap and a particular cologne. Her puss was instantly humming.
Zach!
“Now,” he snapped and Caitlyn did as she was told. “Your back to me,” he said, his voice so hard that it made her shiver. It was Zach, though. She recognized his voice even though he was keeping his words low and rough.
Commanding.
“Close your eyes.”
Caitlyn did as instructed, wondering what he had planned for her, not knowing how she’d manage to wait. Her hips already wanted to buck and she was slick with need. She felt the comb against her skin, the teeth pulling as it was forced through her tangled hair. She realized that he was gathering her hair into a ponytail, ensuring it was tight across her skull. He bound her hair back, running gloved hands over her head to ensure that all the hair was stretched smoothly to the elastic. Her hair was never smooth, all its crazy curls always slipping free, but she heard his little sound of satisfaction when he had made it the way he wanted. The elastic pulled a bit, but Caitlyn liked the feel of it, and the brush of her loose curls against her shoulder blades.
She liked even better that Zach liked her hair this way.
A blindfold was wrapped around her head and tugged hard, then knotted at the back. The cloth was thick and soft, and the feel
Zach’s fantasy was possible, and the opportunity right in front of him. Caitlyn’s fantasy was impossible, but maybe, with the blindfold, she’d never know the difference.
Zach wasn’t going to spend a lot of time thinking about it. He tugged off his nightshirt and chucked it back into his own room. He pulled on the gloves, liking how snug and soft they were. The leather was really thin, so his sense of touch wouldn’t be completely dulled. He straightened in the doorway to her room and surveyed it, holding the coil of braided rope and the blindfold.
The first thing he did when he stepped into the room was extinguish the oil lantern. The room was plunged into sexy shadows. Caitlyn murmured in her sleep and rolled over, even as Zach stole across the floor, intent upon making her his own.
For one night, at least.
* * *
Caitlyn had had a hard time getting to sleep after that séance. She couldn’t figure out how they’d made the illusion of Luke seem so real, and had laid in bed, puzzling over it. It had to have something to do with smoke and mirrors. The more she thought about it, the more familiar the actual image of Luke had seemed.
Like it had been lifted from a picture of him. Maybe someone had done some digital animation with it, something that wouldn’t bear too much scrutiny but could work in a shadowed dining room when people were feeling beyond all they knew to be true.
It certainly had given her a shock.
She’d halfway expected the vision of Luke to call her out, and repeat that last argument. The fact that it hadn’t, that the specter of Luke evidently hadn’t remembered the explosive argument that only the two of them knew about, told her that it wasn’t really Luke. No, he wouldn’t have been shy about setting her straight, if he really had come to visit from beyond the grave.
Was she supposed to believe the illusion was real?
Was she supposed to believe that Luke was coming to seduce her tonight?
Who was actually going to take that job? Caitlyn had a feeling about that, about the reason Devon was at Windswept, but she knew she would have preferred another answer.
She finally dropped off late, and fell into a deep sleep after the activities of the day. Zach’s name was on her lips, so it only made sense that when she awakened to a terse command, she assumed it was him.
“On your knees.”
There was a man in her room, a man whose features she couldn’t distinguish beyond the lace drapes around the bed. His voice was low, as if he meant to disguise his voice, but sharp as well. He slapped her hip with his leather glove, and it stung in a most exciting way.
Caitlyn also caught a whiff of soap and a particular cologne. Her puss was instantly humming.
Zach!
“Now,” he snapped and Caitlyn did as she was told. “Your back to me,” he said, his voice so hard that it made her shiver. It was Zach, though. She recognized his voice even though he was keeping his words low and rough.
Commanding.
“Close your eyes.”
Caitlyn did as instructed, wondering what he had planned for her, not knowing how she’d manage to wait. Her hips already wanted to buck and she was slick with need. She felt the comb against her skin, the teeth pulling as it was forced through her tangled hair. She realized that he was gathering her hair into a ponytail, ensuring it was tight across her skull. He bound her hair back, running gloved hands over her head to ensure that all the hair was stretched smoothly to the elastic. Her hair was never smooth, all its crazy curls always slipping free, but she heard his little sound of satisfaction when he had made it the way he wanted. The elastic pulled a bit, but Caitlyn liked the feel of it, and the brush of her loose curls against her shoulder blades.
She liked even better that Zach liked her hair this way.
A blindfold was wrapped around her head and tugged hard, then knotted at the back. The cloth was thick and soft, and the feel
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