Sensitive (2 page)

As in, I loved to smell, touch, taste and devour everything. Including men I found attractive. And though, oddly, I found Alex and his baggy-cut, trench-coat-sheathed shoulders pretty yummy.

“Well,” he said, helpfully, “Were you upset when you came to see the house?”

How did he know this stuff? “Actually, yes,” I admitted, sighing. My body was tingling and my ears were ringing. The muted sunlight in the overcast sky seemed too big and too bright, though it wasn’t. And I swore I could feel the heat and the pheromones baking off Mr. Alex Church. I cleared my throat. “I had just broken up with my boyfriend. I had let him buy me out of our house. I was searching for a new place to roost. A place to call home and…the trees weren’t bare then.” I balked, flinging a hand at the now-naked trees whose skeletal trunks and branches now accented the creepy view of the local graveyard.

Being upset can cross my signals. It has even been known to dampen intuition and my ability to tune it. If I was upset—and I was—that would explain why my body and my extra sense didn’t react to the close proximity of so many spirits. Spirits tended to linger if they had nothing better to do. You’d be surprised how few of them feel that have better things to do. The ringing sound I heard and the tingling I felt—usually—had been stifled by my anger and sadness over my break up. Of course.

Damn!

Another crash of breaking glass and I fisted my hands, gritted my teeth, tried to smile. “Lady!”

the driver called from the doorway.

I turned to Alex. “Whatever happened to ma’am? Or Ms. Brown? Or just Harper?” I stomped to the back of the truck.

“Yes?”

“We’re done for the night. We’ll bring the second truckload in the morning.”

“But I don’t have a bed frame or—”

“Lady, it was in the contract. Due to the drive, two trips might be required.”

Damn again!

“Fine, fine. I’ll sleep on just the mattress! Thanks so much! My spine will love it!”

He rolled his eyes and waved a hand at me before he and his partner in crime climbed into the big white truck and rolled off back to the city. Granted, it was a two-hour drive and darkness would be falling soon.

“I sense you are upset,” Alex said and put his hand on my arm.

“Gee, you really are a psychic,” I snorted. My body was humming with his touch but I wasn’t about to let Mr. Tall, Dark and Strange know that. Then he made a low noise in his throat and pulled his hand back fast as if I’d burned him. “What?”

“Nothing,” he said but his cheeks were flushed.

I imagined that those cheeks were hot under my hands. I knew if I put my fingers to his cheeks, I’d feel the warmth of blood under the skin. And if I pushed under his duster and trailed my fingers down the front of his navy blue pullover to the worn jeans below, I’d fine a nice hard length of man under my fingers. A cock that would make me forget exes and houses and even ghosts. He took a step back from me. “What?” I demanded.

“I don’t know if you should be thinking those things about me. I don’t know how that fits into this whole experience.”

I felt my tired mind try to keep up. It was like listening to an engine whine when some asshole is gunning it and the emergency brake is still on. Next, my head would probably smoke from my struggling gray matter. “What? What?” I sounded like a broken record.

He leaned in as if someone were eavesdropping. Alex’s surreal blue eyes darted heavenward and then he whispered. “I don’t know if such…lascivious thoughts are allowed,” he said.

“Lascivious?” Then it hit me. “Holy shit! Are you in my head?”

“Just a little.”He held two fingers close together. My body tingled again. Something was coming.

Which meant the sight of those fingers went straight to my pussy. I leaned in, kissed Alex like a hungry woman falling on a donut. “Miss…um, Harper!”

“Shut up,” I said and pushed my body to him. Thank goodness he wasn’t immune, because he made a soft needy sound and his big hands, blissfully warm, settled on my ass and he tugged me into him. Yes, there was that hard ridge of male cock I had just wondered about.

“I think I might get in trouble.”

“I’m in trouble,” I said. “Because my hormones are racing and you are really, really…” I blew out a big frustrated breath before kissing him again. I had never kissed lips quite that soft before.

“Fetching?” he asked.

I froze, pulled back, stared into those gas-flame blue peepers and laughed, though the seam of my pussy was still pressed to his cock. “Fetching? Dude, who
are
you?”

“Hmm,” he said.

“Hmm?”

He tried to kiss me, his eyes on my lips. Watching my mouth as if he’d never kissed before. Like it was a brand new experience that he wanted to try again. I let him kiss me for just an instant, feeling the electric shock sensation of his soft, wet tongue touching mine and then I said, “What do you mean, hmm?”

“Nothing,” Alex said. His fingers twined in my hair and he tugged me forward, pressing his mouth to mine once more. The tiny bite of pain pushed me past my reasonable senses and I stood in the road outside my new home and ran my fingers along a stranger’s jean fly. His cock jumped under the denim, responding to my bold touch.

“No, not nothing. Who are you? You know I’m a sensitive, you anticipate an issue with the dead folk over there and then you’re in my head reading my dirty—very, very dirty—thoughts about you. And now you’re kissing me,” I said, letting him kiss me some more.

“Yes, it’s nice. It’s as nice as I imagined.” His hands had now found their way to my breasts and he stroked his thumbs over the two hard points through my gray swing cardigan. I was such a slut. But that was okay. I deserved this after the year I’d had.

And the coming issue. I knew it was coming because that tinkling sound was back in my head and my whole body was tingling with energy.

“Imagined?”

“Imagined,” Alex confirmed.

I grabbed at him. Being in the vicinity of a boat-load of psychic energy basically turns me into a teenager again. There is never enough food, sex, drink or hormones to satisfy me. I touched his hard arms and his chest, his thighs and his neck. I stroked his stubbly cheek and painted his plump bottom lip with my fingertip, all while trying to make my brain work. “Imagined as in never have done it before?”

Now my hand was on his button and I popped it. Realizing he was wearing button fly jeans, I grinned and tugged and made the others surrender too.

“Maybe we should go inside your home,” he said softly and matter-of-factly.

“Maybe we should,” I agreed. “But answer me first.”

“No. I’ve never kissed a woman before.”

“A man?” I asked, pushing my fingers into his boxer briefs. Feeling the heat of his skin under my fingers.

“Nope.”

“Who
are
you?” I asked again.

Alex tugged my hand from his jeans and pulled me toward my front door. “Yeah, about that.

See…”

“What?” I yelped getting frustrated. “What, what, what?”

He pulled me into the foyer, pushed me to the wall and kissed me again. His hands now the rowdy, roaming ones. “I’m an angel incarnate,” he said.

I wrapped my hand around his cock, thumbed the tip, kissed him back and tried to sound irate and shocked. “Hunh,” I said.

“I’m not as bad as you think,” I said. I mean, wanting sex wasn’t bad per se, but attacking a veritable stranger in the street and yanking his clothes off was mildly bad.

“I know. You become insatiable. You become overheated. You become—Holy moly!” Alex breathed. I had his balls in one hand and his cock in the other and my lips were branding little spots all over his neck.

“Yeah?”

“I had no idea. No wonder you people are aroused all the time.” His hands were back on my bottom, squeezing, kneading, patting. He even gave me a sharp crack that made my pussy flicker with arousal and I yelped. Ass man. Totally.

“You people?”

“Humans,” he said. Alex trapped my hair in his hand, gathering it all in one big fist and he tugged so that my head fell back. His mouth worked a hot line of kisses up my throat and he rested his tongue over my pulse. The slippery sensation of his tongue was intense, I was pretty sure I would come if I even breathed too hard.

I snorted. “You’re human. I mean, look, I see no wings, but there is no
doubt
that I see this.” I squeezed his cock in my hand and pushed my pelvis to his leg so he could feel the heat of my body. His throat worked but no sound escaped him.

“Trust me. I know I look human. And I am corporeal at the moment but—”

“Yeah?” I dropped to my knees, reminding myself that my body had pretty much been hijacked.

It was all the psychic energy. The swirling vortex of power created by who knew how many deceased folk, many of them lingering, right across the road. I would not,
not
, let myself worry at this moment if I could actually live here, after all. I had the presence of mind to get my read on Alex and…he felt genuine and true. But I would not worry. Because I was too busy licking his hard-on so that he danced like my brawny little puppet against the stone wall of my foyer.

“Oh, my goodness. Are you supposed to put your mouth there?” he said, but his words were so soft they were barely audible.

I couldn’t help but laugh, my mouth full of him. I lapped at the slit on the tip of his cock until his fingers grasped at the crumbling mortar and he was breathing like he was going to have a baby. “You can. It’s just one of many places
we people
put our mouths.” I traced the vein down the length of his shaft with the very rigid tip of my tongue and my pussy thumped in time with my pulse. God, I wanted this crazy man who thought he was an angel and very might well be. My only saving grace—in my heart—was that I had wanted him before the full throttle power of the cemetery had crashed down over me.

I would have wanted him anyway.

Finally, Alex the angel shed his loose, long duster and I could see him. Lean through the waist and hips, broad shouldered, flat bellied. I stared a beat too long and he looked down at himself. “What?

Do I look okay?”

“Jesus,” I said, flabbergasted that he’d even
ask
that.

He waggled a finger at me. “Careful.” His smile set off my bells and whistles and my pussy beat with an impatient rhythm. My stomach had twisted in on itself with excitement, my panties were wet, my heart felt fit to beat right out of my chest.

“Sorry. Very sorry to his urm…His Holiness. I’m not very religious. I think I’m spiritual but not religious. I believe a whole lot of stuff all smushed together like when you squish bread up into a ball.

Take all kinds of beliefs and religions and stuff and just mash them all…” I was babbling. How did I shut up?

Alex fixed it. He nodded and said, “Perfectly acceptable where I come from.

Encouraged, really. Searching is good, believing what is in your heart is good.” I struggled to my feet and he pinned my hands above my head on the foyer wall and kissed me hard, his naked cock pressed to the front of my favorite holey jeans. Alex was getting the hang of this attraction thing.

“Really?” I shimmied my hips, trying to signal to him to help me out of my jeans.

Pronto! It didn’t work. So I pushed with all my might until he released my hands. Then I took his hands and put them on the button of my jeans. Those startling blue eyes met mine and he grinned. That grin made me dance in place faster.

“Yes, really,” he said. “It’s humans’ rule that everyone has to have the same outlook. Not ours.”

He tugged and finally—blissfully—I was free of my jeans. Alex tugged my panties, little yellow ones with lime green polka dots, and they surrendered to his manly angel hands. He dropped to his knees and leaned into me, inhaling like I was a fine perfume. My body pebbled with goose bumps, my cunt gave an encouraging slide of my juices. He was going to put his angelic tongue to my clit and then I was pretty sure I was going to die.

But he froze.

“Maybe I shouldn’t do this,” he said. I could see his pink tongue flashing in the moist humid wonder of his mouth and I almost screamed.

“What? Why? What?” I yelped.

“I mean, isn’t this basically taking advantage of you? You are not yourself. It’s the proximity of all the collective energy and the power of sanctified earth. Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera,” he went on and on and on and all I could see was his tongue in his mouth. The tongue I wanted on me, not babbling about sacred ground and dead people.

“No, it’s fine. I want it.” I stroked his jaw, trying to be gentle and not just grab his face and force him to do my bidding. “I really, really,
really
want it. Bad. Promise.” So help me God, I even crossed my heart for him. Like I was taking the sacred oath of sex or something.

“But—”

I dropped to my knees, my jeans almost tripping me because they were still trapped around my knees. “Listen, I’m going to be painfully, embarrassingly honest with you, okay?”

“Okay,” he said.

“I wanted you before the whole graveyard mojo came washing over me. You were very handsome—albeit weird—walking down the road that way. Like you were…hey!

Were you drawn to me?”

“I chose you,” he said.

“Come again?” My ears were listening but my hands were not. I pushed his boxer briefs down and plucked the clothes from him and myself.

Alex said, “I chose you. You were on the docket, so to speak, and I thought you looked interesting. I chose a body and—”

I ran my hand up his abs and hummed. “You chose this?” I said, pushing his shirt up and helping him out of it. We needed to get the fucking back on track. ASAP.

“Yes, it looked good and sturdy.” He took my hand and put it on his cock. His eyes drifted shut for a moment and he looked very much like a man who was indeed in heaven.

“I’ll say. Good and sturdy, for sure,” I said. “But back to where we were. Not to be pushy—but I will.” I stood and he was still there on his knees. Looking up at me, cobalt blue eyes full of anticipation and wonder. It was rather stunning in an emotional kind of way. He was like an earth virgin. Or a stark raving mad man, it was an either/or at the moment.