dream Synn, but she
had to have release…now. Spreading her legs and bending her knees, she worked
her clit, sticking two fingers inside herself before slathering her clit with
more wetness. She held tight to her nipple, rolling it as her fingers stroked
back and forth across her moist nub. She spread her legs and imagined Synn
taking her.
She increased the friction, rubbing more. Her body strung
tight and ready as she pressed her clit against her body, her other hand
joining the play as she inserted two fingers.
A male moan brought her to a stop. She froze. Removing her
fingers, she wiped them on the sheets, causing the flashlight to tip over,
spreading light on the door. She grabbed it and focused the beam on the
fireplace. A vanishing figure rose from the chair. Oh God, there had been a man
in her room. She stared at the now-empty spot.
Great. Now she had ghosts who were Peeping Toms. Her cheeks
burned with shame. She may have sworn off sex until the renovations were done,
but she had hoped to be able to pleasure herself at least. Damn.
She turned the flashlight off and pulled the sheets to her
chin. Sinking into the mattress, she prayed she’d have no more sex dreams.
Bryce was right. She had crazy sexual ideas, but if she thought about him,
she’d easily keep her sex demons away, or ghosts as the case may be.
* * * * *
Synn took the stairs two at a time as he raced for the
wall-walk and its welcoming cold air. Bloody hell.
He pushed open the door and strode along the battlements.
Divesting himself of his shirt, he let the cold night breeze chill his
overheated body. Blast the woman!
He paced back the way he’d come before turning again at the
corner. She shouldn’t make him lose control. He’d almost been caught. Twice now
she’d made him so hard with her reactions, he’d lost the ability to stay
invisible. He’d never lost control before. Why now? Why her? He had to remain
calm. Too many souls depended on his success, and if she thought him a ghost,
all chances would be lost. If she learned the truth… He shuddered.
He stopped and leaned against the battlement, the stone hard
against his lower back. He rubbed the back of his neck. What the bloody hell
should he do?
Lifting his face to the sky, he stared at the stars and
searched for an answer.
Chapter Five
Rena dropped the History of Nova Scotia on the desk
and put a hand over her eyes, as if that would help block the noise. How was
she supposed to concentrate? The chainsaw outside and the drilling inside would
help her open the Abbey sooner rather than later, but the sounds chipped away
at her already short supply of patience. Not finding useful information about
the Abbey in the book only added to her frustration.
She sat back in the chair and closed her eyes. The sex book
she’d originally looked at on her first visit to the library was missing, its
place on the shelf eerily empty, holding a space open for its inevitable
return. What were the chances Valerie took it? Pretty slim. It had to be Synn,
or should she call him the magical, vanishing Synn. He seemed to appear when
she least expected him to, and remain absent when she most wanted him around.
The touch of his hands on her shoulders jolted her eyes
open.
“Can I help?” His deep voice slid through her muscles,
soothing her nerves.
She relaxed and bent her head forward to give him better
access as he massaged her shoulders. He could talk to her in that bass tone of
his any day and all would be right with the world, or at least her world. “Hmm,
that helps a lot.”
“What were you looking for?”
What she was looking for was peace of mind, but her sexual
frustration had worsened. She just wanted her urges to go away. Trying to lose
herself in research was impossible with the construction. At least in addition
to the History of Nova Scotia she’d found a number of Godey’s Lady’s
Book s, which helped her understand the fashions of her resident ghosts.
“I’m trying to
had to have release…now. Spreading her legs and bending her knees, she worked
her clit, sticking two fingers inside herself before slathering her clit with
more wetness. She held tight to her nipple, rolling it as her fingers stroked
back and forth across her moist nub. She spread her legs and imagined Synn
taking her.
She increased the friction, rubbing more. Her body strung
tight and ready as she pressed her clit against her body, her other hand
joining the play as she inserted two fingers.
A male moan brought her to a stop. She froze. Removing her
fingers, she wiped them on the sheets, causing the flashlight to tip over,
spreading light on the door. She grabbed it and focused the beam on the
fireplace. A vanishing figure rose from the chair. Oh God, there had been a man
in her room. She stared at the now-empty spot.
Great. Now she had ghosts who were Peeping Toms. Her cheeks
burned with shame. She may have sworn off sex until the renovations were done,
but she had hoped to be able to pleasure herself at least. Damn.
She turned the flashlight off and pulled the sheets to her
chin. Sinking into the mattress, she prayed she’d have no more sex dreams.
Bryce was right. She had crazy sexual ideas, but if she thought about him,
she’d easily keep her sex demons away, or ghosts as the case may be.
* * * * *
Synn took the stairs two at a time as he raced for the
wall-walk and its welcoming cold air. Bloody hell.
He pushed open the door and strode along the battlements.
Divesting himself of his shirt, he let the cold night breeze chill his
overheated body. Blast the woman!
He paced back the way he’d come before turning again at the
corner. She shouldn’t make him lose control. He’d almost been caught. Twice now
she’d made him so hard with her reactions, he’d lost the ability to stay
invisible. He’d never lost control before. Why now? Why her? He had to remain
calm. Too many souls depended on his success, and if she thought him a ghost,
all chances would be lost. If she learned the truth… He shuddered.
He stopped and leaned against the battlement, the stone hard
against his lower back. He rubbed the back of his neck. What the bloody hell
should he do?
Lifting his face to the sky, he stared at the stars and
searched for an answer.
Chapter Five
Rena dropped the History of Nova Scotia on the desk
and put a hand over her eyes, as if that would help block the noise. How was
she supposed to concentrate? The chainsaw outside and the drilling inside would
help her open the Abbey sooner rather than later, but the sounds chipped away
at her already short supply of patience. Not finding useful information about
the Abbey in the book only added to her frustration.
She sat back in the chair and closed her eyes. The sex book
she’d originally looked at on her first visit to the library was missing, its
place on the shelf eerily empty, holding a space open for its inevitable
return. What were the chances Valerie took it? Pretty slim. It had to be Synn,
or should she call him the magical, vanishing Synn. He seemed to appear when
she least expected him to, and remain absent when she most wanted him around.
The touch of his hands on her shoulders jolted her eyes
open.
“Can I help?” His deep voice slid through her muscles,
soothing her nerves.
She relaxed and bent her head forward to give him better
access as he massaged her shoulders. He could talk to her in that bass tone of
his any day and all would be right with the world, or at least her world. “Hmm,
that helps a lot.”
“What were you looking for?”
What she was looking for was peace of mind, but her sexual
frustration had worsened. She just wanted her urges to go away. Trying to lose
herself in research was impossible with the construction. At least in addition
to the History of Nova Scotia she’d found a number of Godey’s Lady’s
Book s, which helped her understand the fashions of her resident ghosts.
“I’m trying to
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