Phantom Affair (5 page)

“It does to me too,” she told him. She wrapped her arms and
legs around him, opening herself to him as widely as she could and drawing him deeper
inside. She’d never wanted a lover so desperately, never wanted to become a
part of him and have him become part of her.

Desire and love mixed so intricately she couldn’t possibly
separate them.

Need spiraled into a fierce storm that swept her up and
stretched her out as far as, farther than she could go. She was a spring,
pulled to the limit and a little more with each stroke of his cock sliding into
her sheath.

His panting breaths huffed in and out in time to his thrusts
going faster and harder with each. “Kelly, I can’t… I can’t…”

She couldn’t either.

He pulled all the way out, then rammed home. His shout as he
came seemed to echo in her ears, but that was probably because her own yell met
and mingled with it as the spring burst and rocketed her into ecstasy beyond
anything she’d ever known.

For a long time they lay together in each other’s arms,
enjoying the glow as their breathing slowly settled back to normal.

They dozed for a while. When she woke, she had to reach over
and touch him to be sure it wasn’t all a dream. But no, he was there, and
solid, a man in flesh and blood.

“I feel sure you’re healthy,” Kelly said later, “since all
the scars are gone, but we’ll get a medical test to confirm it. We’ll need to
have it before we can get married anyway.” She stopped and looked at him. “Am I
jumping the gun?”

“Proposing to me?”

His lazy, loving grin made her heart turn over.

“If you want me. You don’t have to, you know. There are lots
of women out there. You might want to look around for a while before you
commit.” In her mind, though, she was saying,
Please say you want me. Just
me. Please
.

“I’ve seen plenty of other women here over the years. I’ve
watched a lot of them on TV. There’s only one Kelly Scranton and she’s the only
woman I want.”

Fireworks were going off in her head, complete with joyful
music and people dancing. Come to think of it her heart was beating like a drum
in her chest. “And I’ve dated plenty of men, but you’re the only one I’ve ever
loved like this.”

“How soon can we get married?” he asked.

“I don’t know. There are a few complications. I’m not sure
what we’re going to do about paperwork for you.”

“Silas—the head of the group in the cavern—said I wouldn’t
need to worry about that. He said we’d find the documents I’d need on your desk.”

“I have no idea how he could do that, but it would certainly
simplify things.”

“Tomorrow can I drive a car?” he asked.

“We’ll see. There’s some paperwork we need to do for that
too, but I guess you can have your first lesson anyway. There’s a lot we need
to take care of. First of all we’ll need to get you some clothes. Maybe we
should try to do that tonight. I can still get there before the stores close.”

He pulled her to him. “Can we worry about that tomorrow?
Today is just for us. Just for this.” He kissed her again.

“Works for me.” She put her whole self, body, soul and mind,
into returning his kiss. It went on and on, until her stomach rudely
interrupted by growling to remind her she hadn’t eaten in a while.

He leaned back and laughed. “We have time. Got anything
interesting for dinner? Never mind. It doesn’t matter. Whatever it is, it will
be interesting. I haven’t eaten for hundreds of years. And there are so many
new foods you have. It will take me forever to try everything I’ve seen
advertised or heard about.”

Kelly got up and put on jeans and a t-shirt. She found an
extra-large shirt for him and a pair of her athletic shorts that were loose in
the leg and had a drawstring waist. When she handed the shorts to him, he
studied them with a dubious expression but put them on, then followed her into
the kitchen.

She’d planned to microwave a meal in a box for herself, but
wanted to do better than that for Robert. Unfortunately she didn’t have a lot
of food in the house. They’d have to go grocery shopping tomorrow too.

The refrigerator held a good supply of eggs and cheese, so
she fell back on the old standby. “You’ve probably had omelets before,” she
said, “Eggs and cheese?”

“Eggs, yes. I cooked my share of those. Sometimes we might
have a bit of cheese to sprinkle on them. Not always.”

While she cooked, he poked through the contents of the
refrigerator, touching and smelling things, tasting occasionally. The fruit,
especially, surprised him. “Is this a lemon?” he asked, holding one up.

“Yes.”

“Can I eat it?”

“Not really. It has a great flavor but it’s also very sour.
We generally mix it with other things. I’ll make you a drink from it later.”

He found a carton behind the milk. “Orange juice? May I try
some?”

“Of course.” She found a glass for him and poured some out.
“I’ll have some too.”

The incredible delight and joy that spread over his face
after one sip repaid every effort she made on his behalf. He ate the omelet
with equal surprise and happiness. “I’d forgotten how satisfying food could
be,” he told her when they were done. “Those eggs tasted much different from
anything I cooked. Much better.”

“Later on I’ll explain to you about the herbs and spices we
have available and let you taste them. For now though, how about a glass of
wine?”

He accepted. Kelly opened a bottle of white wine and poured
a small glass for each of them. Robert took the glass from her, sniffed it and
sipped carefully. “This is interesting. I need to get used to it, though.”

“Not surprising. Did you have any alcoholic beverages when
you were alive last time?”

“Ale was our most common drink other than plain water. I
drank it but wouldn’t say I was ever very fond of it.” He took another sip of
the wine. “I believe I could grow quite fond of this.” His eyes focused on her
as he sipped and his expression darkened. “Kelly… There’s so much I don’t know
about this world I’m reborn into. I’m grateful to have you to guide me, but I
don’t want to be a burden. And I hope I can give you what you need in return.”

“I feel sure you can.”

He nodded, took her glass and set it down along with his own
on the countertop before moving closer to her. “Shall we see?” he asked,
pulling her gently against him.

“Let’s give it a try. But I’ll do everything I can to resist
you.”

“And I won’t allow it. Come to the bedroom with me now.”

She saw the doubt in his expression and hoped she could
convince him he was all the man she would ever want. Or that he could convince
himself.

At least Kelly didn’t attempt to resist him when he told her
to follow him. Robert wasn’t sure he could handle actually having to pick her
up and carry her to the bed. One of these days he’d give it a try, but only
when he felt sure his reborn body was up to the task. Many of those books she
stashed beneath her bed and reread lustfully had heroes that carried off the
heroine despite her halfhearted protests. Of course, the authors were at pains
to note that the hero realized the heroine wanted him in her heart. Only social
convention or her fears kept her from acknowledging it.

That wasn’t Kelly’s problem. He was pretty sure she wanted a
man who could take charge and be in control…a dominant man in the terms of some
of those racier books. The ones that featured sex scenes where the man not only
gave the orders but also punished the woman if she failed to obey.

It thrilled him to know she had that desire, since he felt
drawn to it himself…from the dominant male side. But until he had a better
understanding of what she truly wanted and what should remain “fantasies”, he’d
proceed cautiously.

When they got in the bedroom, he did give an order. “Remove
these garments from me,” he told her.

Kelly’s eyebrows lifted for a moment and a half-smile curved
her lips before she lowered her eyes and said, “Yes, sir,” in a very submissive
way. His cock was already hard and filled even more as she lifted the shirt
she’d lent him over his head. She licked her lips as she stared at his chest. A
hand extended to touch him but stopped. Instead she looked down and grabbed the
waistline of the strange shorts. It took a careful lift to get them over his
erection, then she pushed them down his legs until they dropped to the floor.

A wave of unreality made him dizzy. Through all the long
years of being a spirit, he’d never dared hope something like this could
happen. When Kelly had bought the house, he’d thought her a temptation but
little more, until her grace, her beauty and her intelligence combined to draw
his interest and make her the most fascinating woman he’d ever met. And when it
occurred to him that she might be the one he could trust to judge him, he still
barely let himself believe in it. So many things could have gone wrong. A
couple of them very nearly did.

“Undress yourself. Slowly,” he told her.

She nodded. Grabbing the hem of her shirt, she lifted it
slowly upward, unveiling her abdomen and her lovely breasts inches at a time.
When her nipples came into view he sucked in a sharp breath. More blood rushed
to his groin, making him harder yet. The shirt finally went over her head and
dropped. His heart pounded. Then she started on the pants, rolling them over
her curvaceous hips with tiny movements. He feared he’d lose control and
explode before she got them off.

“Put your hands under your breasts and lift them for me.
Show them off,” he demanded. He had a déjà vu flashback to his ghostly days
when he’d have her bring herself off for him. The spectacle never ceased to
thrill him, but now he could actually touch her and have her touch him. He said
a quick prayer of thanks for the second chance.

She presented herself to him just the way he asked. He put
his hands under hers so that they held up her breasts together, but he reached
up with his thumbs and brushed them over her nipples. The petal-soft skin
pebbled into harder nubs at his touch. Her sharp indrawn breath sounded like
music to him. As he continued to rub over her breasts, she let out a series of
soft, sighing moans and quivered gently, lips parted and eyes half-shut. He
found himself shaking as well, rocked by the reaction he evoked from her and
the desire she roused in him.

He pulled back from her and said, “Kneel.”

She gave a soft, almost sobbing breath before she nodded and
dropped to her knees in front of him. “Touch me.” He nodded to his cock.

The smile that spread over her face made him ache inside. The
first, tentative contact of her fingers on his cock had him almost jumping out
of his skin with the ferocious pleasure it roused. Her hand rubbed up and down,
inexpertly, but the caresses still sent rivers of fire mingled with shards of
ripping ice through him.

The panting of her breath made a rhythmic counterpoint to
his own harsh gasps. She wrapped the fingers of one hand around his shaft and
pumped, while cupping his balls in the other, squeezing and kneading them
gently. Every muscle in his body tightened and his heartbeat raced. Pressure
built, rising fast, too fast.

Finally, he had to step back or risk exploding right then.
She looked crestfallen, until he said, “You’re too good at his. I won’t last.”
He made his tone sterner when he said, “Go, lie on the bed. Arms and legs
spread wide.”

She drew a deep breath and stood as he commanded.

He wondered if his heart could contain the emotion when she
lay flat on the bed and opened herself for him. So beautiful, so graceful, so
compliant for him. Another wave of unreality washed over him. She did it for
him. Only for him. For her sake, he had to hold back, but it wasn’t going to be
easy.

After climbing onto the bed and kneeling next to her, he
spent a few minutes admiring the glorious secrets her position revealed. Her
breasts weren’t big, just large enough to fill his hands nicely. The nipples
were sweetly pink and puckered at the moment. Her long legs were beautifully
shaped, her hips rounded and graceful. But all that faded in the glory of her
elegant pussy. Soft, curly hair the same deep brown as the hair on her head
normally hid the wonders of it. The puffy outer lips parted softly to show the
deeper pink slit within. Her clit peeked out from under its hood, testimony to
how aroused this made her. A glint of moisture sheened the area, including the
tops of her thighs.

“Keep your hands and feet exactly where they are,” he said.
“No matter what I do. Understand?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Good.” He rubbed her breasts for a minute, paying attention
to the hard-peaked nipples that begged for his touch. Every moment his cock
grew harder and his balls ached all the more. He wanted so badly to bury
himself in that glistening pussy.

He brushed his hands down toward where his thoughts were
already centered, caressing her abdomen and hips in the process. The skin was
sweetly soft, even where hair roughened it, but when he parted the outer lips
and ran a finger along her slit, it glided along the slick surface. He’d never
in either of his lives felt anything like it.

She squirmed under his touches, arching up to meet the
strokes of his fingers and tensing with each pass over her clit. Her hands
fisted and knees drew up to give him better access.

“Stay still,” he ordered, withdrawing his touch in
punishment when she wriggled too much.

Kelly sighed but met his gaze when he glanced up and gave
him a sweet smile. It felt like she put a cord around his heart and squeezed.

He had to touch her again. She jolted when he slid his
finger along her slit but managed to stay in place this time. Her muscles
tightened and she buried her fingers in the sheets to keep herself still. He
could feel the struggle that cost her when he found the opening to her womb and
worked a finger inside.