Chapter 13: Ghost Kisses

His lips are soft, yet firm and taste like honey. I can't stop myself from kissing him back. I let my mouth open, deepening the kiss. The rumble of approval deep in his throat excites me as do his hands which move from my face to my shoulders, skimming down my arms to my waist. He grabs my ass, hauling me closer to him.

I move my hips against his erection. Suddenly I'm irritated at my clothes separating us. His lips move to my neck. I mewl feeling like I'm drunk and light-headed. Kiarr risked his life for me- okay -sure, he's a ghost, but still. I can't get the image of him battling the zombie out of my head. Of doing everything he could to free me from the beast. The look of longing in his eyes.

Even Lance has never looked at me like that before.

I gasp, leaning away, feeling as though someone has poured ice-water over my skin.

"What is it, Brene?" Kiarr lightly brushes his lips across my collarbone and I shiver.