Falling For The Ghost Of You Part 25

Lauren gives me a small smile. "Thanks. Be careful, okay?"

"I will."

Zane grabs my bag, and we say our goodbyes to Lauren. Then we're out the door and walking briskly to his car.

No, it's a truck-a big, s.h.i.+ny, black one.

"I didn't want to waste time to go back and get the car," he says, opening my door for me. "I hope this is okay."

The cab of the truck is roomy and luxurious. "I don't mind," I reply, and smile my thanks when he gives me a little boost to get in.

He sticks my bag in the backseat, then gets in himself. He sits there for a second, staring at the steering wheel. "Are you okay?" he asks finally, starting the engine. "You aren't hurt?"

I make a face. "Yeah, it's no big deal."

I tell him about the shower and Henry losing his grip on the shower handle, and the horror of it all.

Zane squints over at me, the corners of his mouth already twitching. "Wait, you're telling me he was naked when he fell on you?"

I glare at his amused tone. "Well, who comes out of a shower clothed? And it's not funny!"

"Absolutely not funny. At all," Zane agrees solemnly, shaking his head.

"Only an immature a.s.s would laugh at that." And Helize.

"Oh, yeah. A total jacka.s.s." He flashes a brilliant white grin at me.

I can't help but snicker a little. Okay, no one got hurt, and I guess I can see the humor in being trapped under a naked writhing elderly gentleman.

Yeah, that wasn't traumatic at all.

"I have a surprise for you," Zane says. He nods toward the console. "Hit that b.u.t.ton over there."

There are literally, like a hundred b.u.t.tons. I push one and cold air blows in my face.

"Not that one." Zane laughs and pushes another one.

Gypsy-like music suddenly fills the cab. I swivel my head to stare at him.

"Is this the McPigs?"

"Yup. From their new alb.u.m."

My mouth drops open. "But that hasn't been released yet!"

Zane shrugs modestly. "I know a guy who knows a guy."

I raise my eyebrows. "Are you sure you didn't illegally download it?"

"Who, me?" His eyes widen innocently. Then he laughs. "No, little girl, it wasn't obtained illegally."

I actually don't care how he got it. I can't believe he got it for me! I can't stop smiling as the McPigs shout/sing about seeing John Lennon in a doughnut hole.

When the song ends, Zane lowers the volume. "Hey, Violet? I just wanted you to know--just 'cause you're staying with me for a couple days doesn't mean I expect anything from you. Know what I mean? We don't have to have to do anything if you're not ready."

I just stare ahead, smiling a little. "Then how else are you going to see me in the purple lingerie you got for me?"

Total silence, then: "Are you wearing it right now?"

"Yup."

Zane swears under his breath, and the truck suddenly accelerates. I gasp and grab the dashboard.

Laughing nervously, I look over at him. "Not in a patient mood, are you?"

"I have been patient," he growls. "Keep teasing me like that, and I'll pull over. You'll find out how little patience I have left."

His rough voice only excites me more, nudging me into dangerous territory. "I could give you a little sneak peek," I say, tugging at the hem of my s.h.i.+rt.

Zane curses again and grips the steering wheel with both hands. "Oh, honey, you are so gonna get it."

"Am I? Finally!"

He shakes his head, and to my relief, he starts laughing. "Why don't you be a good little girl and take a nap? Quit torturing me."

"I think I will take a nap," I murmur, snuggling into my seat.

"Sweet dreams, Violet," he says quietly as my eyes drift shut.

"I'll dream of you, and it will be sweet," I whisper drowsily.

Chapter 27.

I've been sleep deprived for a while, and it suddenly catches up on me. Safe and warm in the comfort of Zane's truck, I fall into a deep sleep.

When I finally wake up, we are pulling into what looks like a really fancy hotel designed to look like a medieval castle.

"Where are we?" I ask Zane groggily. I thought were going to your house?"

"Yeah, well, I thought I'd surprise you." He smiles over at me.

I am mesmerized by the giant colorful fountain in front of the hotel. Then I gasp excitedly. "That's Marvy Marcus and Princess Pippy! We're in Fairytale Castle?!"

"Where every girl is a princess and every boy is a pirate."

I bounce excitedly in my seat. "Zane! Thank you! I never dreamed you'd take me here!"

"It'll be fun," he says bravely. I'm almost convinced he means it.

A valet dressed like a pirate takes the truck away and another matey pops up to try and takes our bags for us. Since we only have my bag and his, Zane declines, carrying them himself. While he checks us in, I admire the Renaissance theme in the elaborate lobby. The ceiling is a sparkling masterpiece, cherubic Fairytale Castle characters frolicking in a twilight sky.

"The penthouse was already booked, but I did manage to get us a suite," Zane says, coming up to me. "Is that okay?"

I put my arms around his waist and press up against him. "It's perfect," I murmur into his chest.

Most people might be bothered by the FC Christmas music playing in the elevator, but I love it. I enthusiastically point out the elaborate castles etched into the elevator, and Zane just smiles at me.

He's being awfully quiet, not taking his eyes off me this whole time. I'm not that naive, I know that guys get that look when they're thinking about s.e.x. He's watching me the way a predator watches its prey right before it's about to pounce. And that weird tension is back-I can feel it sizzling in the air between us, and see it in the strained way Zane is holding himself.

I try my hardest to ignore it, blaming my jittery movements on the excitement of being here. I accidentally b.u.mp into him when when we exit the elevator, and I jump back, as if burned. Zane reaches out to steady me, a s.e.xy smirk on his gorgeous face.

Okay, the suite is freaking huge and beautiful. The decor is a cross between an old tavern and a sultan's palace. That may sound like an odd combination, but it works. I love the dark gleaming wood floors and the exotic rugs, and the jewel tones of the elegant furniture. The s.p.a.cious living room has windows everywhere, with a sliding gla.s.s door leading to a balcony with an incredible view of the theme park. I don't stop to admire the view, however. I want to see the bedrooms-is there more than one?

There is. There's the master suite, with a giant fluffy bed and an adjoining bathroom that has a jetted bathtub. The other bedroom has two beds, and the other bathroom has a gla.s.s-encased shower big enough for three skinny people. Plenty big for me and Zane. My face becomes too warm when I picture us in there, doing things that have nothing to do with getting clean.

Are we going to stay in separate bedrooms? That seems pretty silly at this point. Zane brings both our bags into the master suite and sets them on the bed. He's been watching me with amus.e.m.e.nt as I zip around, inspecting every detail of our luxurious accommodations.

Now I find myself standing next to him by the bed, both of us silent and tense. We're staring at each other as though lost in a dream. Why do I suddenly feel so shy and uncertain around him when a couple of hours ago, I was ready to jump him?

Come on, Violet, make a move! This is simply the next step in our relations.h.i.+p, a natural progression that's been a long time coming. And it isn't like we haven't already done other intimate...things before.

Ahh, I shouldn't have thought that-now I'm really blus.h.i.+ng!

"What are you thinking?"

Zane's voice startles me. He's got that half-smile on his face as he studies my expression.

"N-nothing," I stammer, turning even more red.

"Yeah? Why is 'nothing' making you blush?"

"I don't know!"

Zane sits down on the edge of the bed and beckons me over. "Come here."

I go over to him and he pulls me into his lap. When I put my arms around his neck and absorb some of his strength and warmth, I feel a tiny bit more relaxed.

"You're over thinking things again," he says, resting his hands on my hips. "Just relax, okay? There's no pressure."

I take a deep breath, inhaling his familiar s.e.xy scent. "I know. But don't you want to...?"

One hand leaves my hip and moves up and down my back, rubbing the tension out. "Let's get something to eat first, maybe check out the park. Okay?"

I can't help the relieved smile that bursts onto my face. "Okay! I'm kind of starving."

I jump off his lap. Zane sighs quietly and runs a hand over his face. Impulsively, I step toward him, nudging into the s.p.a.ce between his legs, and place my hands on his shoulders.

"Thank you for being so patient," I say, looking directly into his eyes.

"You don't have to thank me for that."

"Yes, I do. Thank you for this, too." I gesture at our surroundings.

Zane pulls me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Anything for you."

I lean forward to kiss him, and it's only meant to be a light peck. But once I touch his mouth with mine, a wild hunger springs up and overwhelms me. It drowns every little doubt and voice of reason in my head, taking over my limbs. My hands move to cup Zane's face as the kiss deepens and spirals out of control. He responds by aggressively lifting me up and onto him so that I'm straddling his lap.

A beautiful aching heat rolls slowly through my insides, while the outside trembles with need. I feel desperate, crazy to get closer to him. I yank his s.h.i.+rt off, and hold my arms up so he can return the favor. Then I push him back on the bed so I'm lying on top of him.

I feel all this frantic need, but...I'm not quite sure what to do! My inexperience makes me clumsy when I want to be bold, when I need to-I don't know what I need!

Fortunately, Zane takes over. He rolls us so that he's on top, taking control of the kiss. I move restlessly beneath him, my fingers working to undo his jeans.

Half-laughing, half-groaning, Zane grabs my hands and pins them above my head.

"Stop, Violet," he says breathlessly. "We have to slow down, or I'll hurt you."

"I don't care," I tell him recklessly. "I want you to."

"s.h.i.+t," he mutters, and briefly closes his eyes. When he opens them again, they burn into mine. "No. We're taking it nice and slow, even if it kills me."

Does he not understand I'm the one dying here? I strain against his hold. "No, Zane," I almost sob. "I can't wait another second!"

"f.u.c.k, Violet." He swears roughly. The tortured look on his face is. .h.i.tting all my good time b.u.t.tons in just the right spot. "I owe you new underwear," he growls.

"Why?"

"Because I'm ripping this one off you."

Yes, please.

Chapter 28.