 | |  | |  | |  | |  |
| Click to enlarge |
 |
 |
all content copyright BM Cole, 2008
...the yearning and feelings
of Hart and Soul by
Bethany Michaels were
heart-wrenching. The depth
of emotions can only make
the reader root for this
couple, hoping against hope
that they do find a way for
their love to exist....
--Enchanting Reviews
of Hart and Soul by
Bethany Michaels were
heart-wrenching. The depth
of emotions can only make
the reader root for this
couple, hoping against hope
that they do find a way for
their love to exist....
--Enchanting Reviews
 |
Jordan was just rinsing the lavender scented suds out of her hair when she felt it again. A quickening of
her heartbeat, the tug low in her belly, the delicious warmth spreading from her core outwards. She
swiped the steam off of the glass shower door and peered out. Tom stood just on the other side of
theglass, staring at her with a goofy sort of look on his face.
"What are you doing?" Jordan asked, instinctively turning her back to the ghostly figure. But not before
she realized he was completely nude. And very interested in what he saw.
"I don't know. I was watching Sportscenter, then, I uh, thought about you in here all soapy and wet and
here I am." He looked down. "And I seem to be naked, too."
Well, get out of here."
"I tried."
"Try harder."
"Bad choice of words."
"Turn your back, at least while I finish up," she said, wringing out her hair. She accidentally brushed her
sensitized nipples and bit her lip to keep from moaning out loud. Her whole body was turning into one
quivering erogenous zone.As she soaped her hands, she heard him humming.
He'd turned his back, as she requested, But it wasn't helping.
"Try reciting baseball stats," she suggested. She ran her soapy hands over her arms and neck, then
over her already slick round breasts.
"I can't remember any."
This time she couldn't hold in the moan. The steamy hot water, the sensation of her smooth slick skin,
the steady thrum of desire radiating from his nearness. It was all too much. She couldn't help it. An
image of Tom sharing her shower popped in her head. His broad shoulders, those large hands roaming
all over her body. Jordan opened her eyes and squeaked in surprise when Tom's ghostly body
appeared in her shower, not three inches from hers.
"Hi," he said sheepishly.
"What are you doing?"
"It sounded like you were having fun in here."
Before she could insist he get out, he reached out with his ghostly hand and stoked her cheek.
Heat. Pleasurable heat exploded wherever his energy touched hers.
"How are you doing that?" Jordan asked.
"I don't know." He looked down at her through the steam. "But it feels amazing to me, too."
The shower sprayed right through him, but he didn't appear any more wet than he had any other time.
He was still naked, however, and standing at attention. He traced her jaw line to the point of her chin.
Jordan's eyes fluttered closed and she embraced the sensation.
It had been a long time since anyone had touched her. A very long time.
He rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip and Jordan swayed on her feet.
Then she felt him. Really felt him. The soft brush of his lips on hers. His warm hands cradling her face.
The impossibly hard, sculpted wall of his chest. An even harder cock pressed against her soft, slick
belly. She should be freaking out, she realized somewhere in the back recesses of her mind. She didn't
fully understand what was happening. She'd never heard of a ghostly energy turning into a physical
thing.
But it felt good. So good she didn't want it to end. She squeezed her eyes shut and wrapped her arms
around his neck. His skin was wet, now, too. She threaded her fingers through his hair and gave herself
over to the sensation pounding a primal rhythm through her body.
He broke the kiss but didn't let go of her. "What's happening?"
Jordan opened her eyes. He was still there."I don't know."
"Have you ever done this before? I mean with someone who..."
"No. Never." She eyed him hungrily then rubbed her hands over his chest, his flat nipples.
He moaned. "I want you, Jordan."
"I don't know if it's possible."
"Give it a shot? He cocked a wet eyebrow.
"Absolutely."
her heartbeat, the tug low in her belly, the delicious warmth spreading from her core outwards. She
swiped the steam off of the glass shower door and peered out. Tom stood just on the other side of
theglass, staring at her with a goofy sort of look on his face.
"What are you doing?" Jordan asked, instinctively turning her back to the ghostly figure. But not before
she realized he was completely nude. And very interested in what he saw.
"I don't know. I was watching Sportscenter, then, I uh, thought about you in here all soapy and wet and
here I am." He looked down. "And I seem to be naked, too."
Well, get out of here."
"I tried."
"Try harder."
"Bad choice of words."
"Turn your back, at least while I finish up," she said, wringing out her hair. She accidentally brushed her
sensitized nipples and bit her lip to keep from moaning out loud. Her whole body was turning into one
quivering erogenous zone.As she soaped her hands, she heard him humming.
He'd turned his back, as she requested, But it wasn't helping.
"Try reciting baseball stats," she suggested. She ran her soapy hands over her arms and neck, then
over her already slick round breasts.
"I can't remember any."
This time she couldn't hold in the moan. The steamy hot water, the sensation of her smooth slick skin,
the steady thrum of desire radiating from his nearness. It was all too much. She couldn't help it. An
image of Tom sharing her shower popped in her head. His broad shoulders, those large hands roaming
all over her body. Jordan opened her eyes and squeaked in surprise when Tom's ghostly body
appeared in her shower, not three inches from hers.
"Hi," he said sheepishly.
"What are you doing?"
"It sounded like you were having fun in here."
Before she could insist he get out, he reached out with his ghostly hand and stoked her cheek.
Heat. Pleasurable heat exploded wherever his energy touched hers.
"How are you doing that?" Jordan asked.
"I don't know." He looked down at her through the steam. "But it feels amazing to me, too."
The shower sprayed right through him, but he didn't appear any more wet than he had any other time.
He was still naked, however, and standing at attention. He traced her jaw line to the point of her chin.
Jordan's eyes fluttered closed and she embraced the sensation.
It had been a long time since anyone had touched her. A very long time.
He rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip and Jordan swayed on her feet.
Then she felt him. Really felt him. The soft brush of his lips on hers. His warm hands cradling her face.
The impossibly hard, sculpted wall of his chest. An even harder cock pressed against her soft, slick
belly. She should be freaking out, she realized somewhere in the back recesses of her mind. She didn't
fully understand what was happening. She'd never heard of a ghostly energy turning into a physical
thing.
But it felt good. So good she didn't want it to end. She squeezed her eyes shut and wrapped her arms
around his neck. His skin was wet, now, too. She threaded her fingers through his hair and gave herself
over to the sensation pounding a primal rhythm through her body.
He broke the kiss but didn't let go of her. "What's happening?"
Jordan opened her eyes. He was still there."I don't know."
"Have you ever done this before? I mean with someone who..."
"No. Never." She eyed him hungrily then rubbed her hands over his chest, his flat nipples.
He moaned. "I want you, Jordan."
"I don't know if it's possible."
"Give it a shot? He cocked a wet eyebrow.
"Absolutely."