All Chapters of Holiday Hearts: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Sam felt Evie's disappointed wail as much as he heard it in his mind."Aww, sweetie, don't cry. I'm right here, and we'll pick up tomorrow where we left off."But it felt so good, she told him. I ache, Sam. I didn't even know I could when I'm ethereal. But I hurt between my legs. It feels so empty."I know. I hurt too, believe me." He settled back on the bed and absently rubbed his thick erection with one hand while he licked the fingers of his other. Was he tasting her? "Tomorrow's another day. And yes, I'm licking your cream from my fingers. You taste like heaven. One night I'm going to lick your sweet pussy until you come, screaming my name. Tonight, we'll just have to take care of ourselves, won't we?"Evie didn't want to, but she needed that release she'd found the night before. She reached down between her legs and was stunned to find she was still clad in only her undergarments."I assumed so since your dress is still over on that chair," Sam said with a chuckle. "So you ge

Sam kissed his way down Evie's throat, pausing to suck at the graceful curve where her neck and shoulder met. He'd discovered in their brief session last night that she was sensitive there, so he lingered, arousing her to the point where her hands dug into his shoulders and her hips bucked against his. When he moved on, a small pink mark remained - he'd marked her, if only for a time. A thrill of possessive pride slithered up his spine, pushing any guilt aside."I don't mind," Evie said with a sultry drawl. "I may do the same to you."Sam chuckled and nipped playfully at her shoulder. "You can do whatever you want, my sexy little ghost. I'll happily wear any mark you want to give me. Though I'll have to watch what I'm thinking - it's kind of weird having a lover who can read my mind.""So don't think bad things," she teased, grinding her hips against his. For someone with no experience, she sure knew exactly what to do to drive him crazy. "And there won't be any trouble." Besides, i

Summer stopped in her tracks and stared at the spot where Evie was standing. "Oh my goodness. I can hear you, but I can't see you. Are you Sam's ghost?"Of course, here was another Holiday who was sensitive to spirits. I am. My name is Evangeline Bonnell. Evie."Oh wow, my first ghost. Sam must be rubbing off on me." Summer's smile was brilliant, a feminine copy of Sam's. "Nice to meet you, Evie. I'm Summer."I know. Evie felt herself smile in return. I've been around this house for a long time.The dark-haired woman took a seat on the sofa and patted the cushion beside her. "So, Evie. This is odd. I'm usually the boring one. I've never talked to a ghost before."I think it might be your child, Evie thought. She was getting some sort of vibration, almost like recognition from the tiny bulge of Summer's tummy. He'll be born at Beltane - another time when the veil is thin."He?" Summer's hand flew down to cover her child. "We just found out about that part yesterday. I haven't even

He spent awhile working on his computer but couldn't concentrate. Forcing himself to wait until eleven to start preparing, he gave up trying to work. Instead, he spent a while sketching Evie in various poses, including some he'd only imagined, like outside on a rope swing under a willow tree. Finally, with just an hour more to wait, Sam went upstairs, put the new silk sheets he'd bought onto his bed and arranged the roses he'd smuggled into the fridge before she'd come into the kitchen. He had a pair of silk pajamas for her to wear between her appearances this time, and had carefully hand washed her own garments so they'd be ready when it was time for her to leave. He left a bottle of massage oil warming in a sink of hot water and went back downstairs to prepare her treat - a lightly baked wheel of brie with an apricot glaze and a warmed baguette. A crisp white wine waited in the fridge.Tonight he had an hour and a half. He was still determined not to take her virginity until tomorro

Evie let Sam help her from the bed. He had been bigger than her fingers, and her body was fully corporeal this time. There was a bit of tenderness between her legs, but sex with Sam had been worth every pang and twinge. He sat her on a stool in the bathroom with a glass of water while he disposed of the used condom then filled his oversized bathtub with water. The scent of lavender and vanilla perfumed the room as fluffy white bubbles foamed up in the tub."Here." He watched while she bundled her hair into the now-familiar plastic clip then handed her two small brown pills from a plastic bottle. "These are pain relievers. They may or may not work on you, but they shouldn't cause any harm.""Thank you." She swallowed the tablets, marveling at how far medicine had come since she was alive. Willow bark tea had done some good but it had tasted horrible. These pills she couldn't even taste. "It doesn't hurt badly - and I don't regret it for a moment." He hadn't asked but she'd learned to