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arms,
tracing their length, pulling them above her head as his mouth found hers
again.
    Her fingers threaded into his hair, pulling
him tighter against her and she writhed beneath him.
    His lips slowly left hers and he burrowed
his face against her belly and teased her navel with his tongue.
    She loved the feel of his mouth on her
belly. Maybe a ring would be new and exciting, she thought. But before she
could think any more about what she might do later, the pressure of his lips,
his tongue, his mouth grew almost more than she could bear. Then she felt his
hands between her thighs. A gentle touch that made her quiver. A sure touch
that made her let out a cry as she shot into a world of sensations that was
pure agony. She bucked beneath him as the climax rocketed through her, gripping
her with an intensity she had never imagined.
    She clung to him, convulsed beneath him. As
climax ripped through her yet again she trembled, helpless, barely aware of
anything around her except the hardness of him inside her, the weight of his
body over hers.

Chapter Six
     
    Pierce ran his hand lightly over the length
of her arm. She lay as tightly curled against him as she’d been in the narrow
cot back at the old house. But this was from choice not necessity. Her hair
teased the nakedness of his chest, her subtle perfume weaving in and around his
senses.
    So much of what she said and did seemed
strange to him. During the daylight she was the teacher, he the pupil. But in
bed she was silk in his arms, sweet-smelling and velvety smooth. In bed she was
the learner.
    He had known many women back in his real
lifetime and some had been voluptuous, sensual and demanding. But none had
shown that heady mix of carnal lust and sweet vulnerability that he found in
Jane.
    She stirred against him and he touched the
top of her head with his lips. She murmured in contentment and he felt an ache
of desire deep inside and a new emotion he had not felt before and which he did
not recognize.
    New feelings, new sights, new sounds in
this world of Jane’s. He supposed he could have been brought back by anyone who
might have happened to touch him, not that many people ever saw a ghost, nor if
they did were they inclined to touch one, even by accident. But he had been
touched by sweet, hesitant Plain Jane. He frowned. How had she come to call
herself by that name? She was anything but plain. And when the light of desire
was in her eyes, the flush of love upon her cheeks, she was the most beautiful
creature he had ever seen…
    His eyes had grown accustomed to the
dimness and he picked out the furniture which was made of something that looked
like wood but was shiny and hard to the touch. He was used to the warmth of oak
or pine under his fingertips. Jane had said something about plastic…
    He had a lot to learn and to get used to in
this bewildering new world where she had brought him. He’d traveled a bit and
knew enough to wait until he’d figured things out to size up a situation. That
would be his strategy now.
    He stretched his legs. God, it felt good to
be flesh and blood again. And as for the everlasting reenactment of the murder
scene… He thought he knew how an actor must feel on the hundredth night of the
same play, the same words, the same actions…
    Jane had saved him from that and plunged
him into a new adventure. It didn’t look as if there would be any choice in
whether or not he stayed, even if he wanted to leave, so he would learn as fast
as he could. With Jane’s help.
     
    Jane’s fingers were still trembling, the
nerves weak and lax in the lingering aftermath of the volcanic eruption that
had invaded her whole being. After their shower, she managed to fasten her
buttons and zip up her pants in a way that she hoped looked nonchalant and
normal.
    Their first stop was at the bank where she
drew out some cash. Leaving the car in the parking lot, they walked to a men’s
clothing store. No one in the town, especially in summer, would dream