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furniture held power, compelling her to purchase the chaise. The reaction stunned her. She ’ d never been fond of chaises. Fine for reading, nothing more. “Do you know the history of the chair?”
“Oh, I ’ ve had it now for well over ten years.”
Surprise widened Cassie ’ s eyes. The well-worn piece didn ’ t look at all comfortable. Why would she hold onto it for so long? “Why not get rid of it?”
A slow smile spread across Mrs. Higgins ’ face causing her wrinkles to hide her eyes. “All the pieces here have a history, my dear. To trash them, a grave travesty. I couldn ’ t throw away something once beloved.” She shook her head and clucked. “No, not an option to me.”
Cassie glanced back to the chaise and approached it again. She trailed a hand down the wood lining the sides and the cold air swirled around her again. Yet, a warm glow touched her soul. A sign she ’ d discovered a real treasure, however the chair would be more of an accent piece than a focal point.
She sat down on the uncomfortable lounge. The coldness in the air increased the longer she sat, still though, the warm glow of excitement stayed with her. In fact, it grew.
Whether it suited the home or not, the piece belonged to her. Might be a strange choice, but Cassie didn ’ t doubt herself. Her instincts never failed her. Something special lived in the chaise even if she couldn ’ t put her finger on it.
Chapter Two
Ethan paced the bedroom back and forth, beyond frustrated. Yes, he had yearned for a home to belong to. In the past three days though, he ’ d grown fonder of Cassie than of the house itself.
She ’ d become so captivated by her design, she hadn ’ t noticed his best efforts to show his presence. He never before cared whether the people around him remained ignorant to the fact their house was haunted. Now, he wanted Cassie to notice him— craved for her to acknowledge his existence.
In the last few days, he ’ d turned the lights on and off while she read in his chaise, moved her glass while she ate dinner, and even banged his feet against the floor to gain her attention. Either she did her best to ignore him or continued to be oblivious.
His patience had dimmed days ago.
Ethan stood by the bathroom door, not moving until the shower turned off. He might be desperate, but he was not a pervert. Privacy wasn ’ t a luxury, but a given right.
The bathroom door stood ajar. He cleared the doorway and froze mid-stride.
He should turn away, leave Cassie alone. How could he, with the sight of this stunning woman before him? Her slender body was still wet from the water and her hair dripped down her pert breasts, making drops of water run down her creamy skin. How he yearned for his tongue to follow the path of those droplets as it danced along her flesh.
Dear God, she had captivated him before he saw her naked. Now, he rejoiced in her beauty. She positioned herself on the edge of the tub and placed her foot onto the toilet seat, revealing the glistening of aroused sex. Her small hand circled her clitoris and her head fell back. Little moans echoed off the bathroom walls and if his cock could have hardened, it would have.
Damn it all to hell, he ’ d never been so enthralled by any woman, not even in life. Watching her, he cursed his spectral existence and his inability to assist her in finding pleasure.
His legs wobbled beneath him and he couldn ’ t stop from sinking to his knees. He lifted his gaze to her face as she dropped her head forward. With her mouth parted, her hand continued to swirl around her nub and her eyebrows drew together in focus.
Ethan studied her. Her skin appeared so smooth and flawless; he couldn ’ t find a single freckle or dark hair on her body.
He yearned to place his lips against her hot slick flesh and taste her. He ’ d never witnessed a woman giving herself pleasure, because he ’ d never been given the chance in life.
Now that he had, he couldn ’
“Oh, I ’ ve had it now for well over ten years.”
Surprise widened Cassie ’ s eyes. The well-worn piece didn ’ t look at all comfortable. Why would she hold onto it for so long? “Why not get rid of it?”
A slow smile spread across Mrs. Higgins ’ face causing her wrinkles to hide her eyes. “All the pieces here have a history, my dear. To trash them, a grave travesty. I couldn ’ t throw away something once beloved.” She shook her head and clucked. “No, not an option to me.”
Cassie glanced back to the chaise and approached it again. She trailed a hand down the wood lining the sides and the cold air swirled around her again. Yet, a warm glow touched her soul. A sign she ’ d discovered a real treasure, however the chair would be more of an accent piece than a focal point.
She sat down on the uncomfortable lounge. The coldness in the air increased the longer she sat, still though, the warm glow of excitement stayed with her. In fact, it grew.
Whether it suited the home or not, the piece belonged to her. Might be a strange choice, but Cassie didn ’ t doubt herself. Her instincts never failed her. Something special lived in the chaise even if she couldn ’ t put her finger on it.
Chapter Two
Ethan paced the bedroom back and forth, beyond frustrated. Yes, he had yearned for a home to belong to. In the past three days though, he ’ d grown fonder of Cassie than of the house itself.
She ’ d become so captivated by her design, she hadn ’ t noticed his best efforts to show his presence. He never before cared whether the people around him remained ignorant to the fact their house was haunted. Now, he wanted Cassie to notice him— craved for her to acknowledge his existence.
In the last few days, he ’ d turned the lights on and off while she read in his chaise, moved her glass while she ate dinner, and even banged his feet against the floor to gain her attention. Either she did her best to ignore him or continued to be oblivious.
His patience had dimmed days ago.
Ethan stood by the bathroom door, not moving until the shower turned off. He might be desperate, but he was not a pervert. Privacy wasn ’ t a luxury, but a given right.
The bathroom door stood ajar. He cleared the doorway and froze mid-stride.
He should turn away, leave Cassie alone. How could he, with the sight of this stunning woman before him? Her slender body was still wet from the water and her hair dripped down her pert breasts, making drops of water run down her creamy skin. How he yearned for his tongue to follow the path of those droplets as it danced along her flesh.
Dear God, she had captivated him before he saw her naked. Now, he rejoiced in her beauty. She positioned herself on the edge of the tub and placed her foot onto the toilet seat, revealing the glistening of aroused sex. Her small hand circled her clitoris and her head fell back. Little moans echoed off the bathroom walls and if his cock could have hardened, it would have.
Damn it all to hell, he ’ d never been so enthralled by any woman, not even in life. Watching her, he cursed his spectral existence and his inability to assist her in finding pleasure.
His legs wobbled beneath him and he couldn ’ t stop from sinking to his knees. He lifted his gaze to her face as she dropped her head forward. With her mouth parted, her hand continued to swirl around her nub and her eyebrows drew together in focus.
Ethan studied her. Her skin appeared so smooth and flawless; he couldn ’ t find a single freckle or dark hair on her body.
He yearned to place his lips against her hot slick flesh and taste her. He ’ d never witnessed a woman giving herself pleasure, because he ’ d never been given the chance in life.
Now that he had, he couldn ’
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