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she tasted smoky, but she didn’t wrench away. Instead, she rested her hand on his face and the other on his shoulder. The gentle pressure of her fingers on his skin made him moan while he kissed her. The vision of her hand riding his length flashed through his mind, and he was instantly erect. It took everything in him to not give in to the hunger coursing through him. Only she was the one who pushed her lips into his.
    Her hand trailed along his neck. He wrapped his hand around her waist and eased her on top of him. Amelia was so light he barely noticed her weight. She flicked her tongue over his lips. He met it with his own until the tips touched. Then he drew her into his mouth and ran his tongue over hers until they entwined and caressed. Barrett wove his fingers through her hair until he poked himself on the tines of her metal comb. Breaking the kiss, he pulled away and glanced at his finger. There was a drop of blood on his fingertip.
    “I’m sorry,” Amelia said.
    “It’s nothing. Just a pinprick. No harm done.” He smiled and then wiped his finger on his pants. A chill went through him, but he shook it off and focused back on her, his goddess.
    “Barrett, I shouldn’t have kissed you just then and last week.”
    He studied her face and saw the conflicting emotions running across it. Her cobalt blue eyes were troubled, and worry lines marred the perfection around her eyes and pinched the corners of her mouth. “Do you deny that you feel something for me? I haven’t been able to get you out of my thoughts. I dream about you and your wonderful feet. I know how that sounds, but there’s something between us. I don’t know what spell you have me under, but I want nothing more than to worship you. Please let me.”
    He prayed she would see the truthfulness of his confession. That she would hear it. Barrett buried his face in her lap and felt her fingers run through his hair. He groaned again, feeling her soft touch. If he had to leave her again, he wasn’t sure he could. Screw his job and everything else. This was where he belonged.
    “Yes. I-I feel something for you, but you don’t understand. I’m not who you think I am.”
    “I don’t care who you are. I want you.”
    She eased his head up from her lap so he could see the sad smile adorning her lips. “You won’t once you see who I really am. Come with me so I can show you.”
    He rose and she took his hand. They wound through the maze of hallways and other rooms until they stopped outside of a gray door. There was no knob on the door, but Amelia pushed it open with ease. The room was small, but it had a bed, dresser with a flat screen television on it, and purple curtains where a window should have been to give it some contrast against the gray walls. He noticed another door and figured it was a closet or a door to an adjoining room. Amelia closed the door behind them, leaving him wondering what she had to show him. It doesn’t matter to me if she’s Frankenstein’s mother or the bride of Dracula.
    “So, what’s the big secret?” he chuckled, trying to hide his nervousness.
    She wrung her hands and then glanced at him. “Do you believe in the supernatural?”
    He nodded. “Yeah. It’s a great television show. I DVR it so I can watch it on Saturday since I’m here Friday nights.”
    “No. Not the television show. You know ghosts, the bogeyman, werewolves, stuff that goes bump in the night.”
    “I’ve never really thought about it. Weird stuff happens all the time. UFOs and all that. So sure. Why not? What does this have to do with you? Are you a psychic or something?”
    She twisted her fingers around the fabric of her skirt and then sighed. “No. I’m not a psychic. I’m dead. I’m a ghost.”
    He let out a full belly laugh. “That is a great line. If you’re dead then how can you be here now? You’re solid. You—”
    Amelia took off her ring and placed it on the dresser. Once she did, her solid form faded away. Barrett