Page 36 of The Curse of Redwood

“Both, probably,” I answered. “I don’t usually say things like that. When I like a guy, we fuck and then I move on. Unless the sex is really good, and then I stick around. But we never bring emotions and stuff into it.”

“You’ve never been in love then,” Z stated.

I shook my head. “Have you?”

“Once. A very long time ago.”

“While you were still alive?” I asked, recalling my dreams. Though I still didn’t understand it, I knew without a doubt they were glimpses into Z’s past. I just didn’t know whyIwas the boy when I saw them.

“Yes,” he answered in a faraway tone. “I’m done answering questions now. Please respect my wishes.”

“I have just one more.”

“Carter…”

“Kiss me?” I asked, staring into his blue eyes.

The wrinkle in his brow smoothed as a smile curved his lips. “NowthatI can do.” He caressed my cheek before bringing our lips together.

As he put his weight against me, I bumped into the door, shutting it the rest of the way. I moaned against his mouth and gripped his sides. He smelled like roses and tasted sweet. I was addicted to Z’s kiss, plain and simple.

Ah, screw it. I was addicted tohim.

“I fancy this,” he said, before licking my lip ring. It was so goddamn hot. “And the stud you have on your tongue.”

“Glad youfancythem.” I flicked my tongue-ring against his lip before crushing our mouths back together.

We kissed for a minute, maybe more, before I broke away with a gasp. Being with someone who didn’t require oxygen came with its own set of challenges for sure. He didn’t have to take breaks in between kisses to breathe, and I’d become so absorbed in him I’d forgotten that I actually needed to.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Forgot to breathe,” I answered, panting.

“Silly boy,” he said, smiling down at me. “What am I going to do with you?”

“You could kiss me again.” I returned his smile. “Or we could do more than kissing. Whatever you want. I definitely wouldn’t mind you banging me into next week.”

“That tongue of yours is something else,” he said with a light laugh. “So vulgar.”

“Yeah? I can show you othervulgarthings I can do with my tongue.” I licked up his neck and sucked on his earlobe.

He shuddered and slipped his hand up the front of my sweatshirt. “You’re so warm. I yearn to feel you beneath me.” His hand traveled farther up, and he splayed his fingers on my chest. “Writhing and moaning as I please you.”

“Fuck. I want that too.” My dick agreed with me. It was hard pressed to his.

Just then, a giggle came from the other side of the door. William.

“If we do so now, I’m afraid we will have an uninvited guest,” Z said, sounding just as displeased as he looked.

“Can’t you tell him to go away?” I asked, the whine clear in my voice. It had been way too long since I’d last been good and fucked.

A sexy chuckle reached my ears before Z pressed his lips to my temple. “It’s about time for you to leave anyway. The sun is setting.”

I couldn’t believe it. I’d just gotten cockblocked by a ghost.

“I’ll come back tomorrow,” I said, before kissing him again.

“I will await your return.” Z pressed his cheek to mine and lingered there a moment before finally pulling away.