Chapter 37

So his subconscious was just as slutty as mine. Good to know, because the very idea of coupling our involuntary thoughts and acting them out right here, right now, spiraled around the room with dizzying possibilities.

"Something tells me if any girl had pants, you would have your hands down them. Am I right?" I asked.

"There's been a few pants, yeah, but never fugitive ghost magnet pants."

"Never?" I breathed.

"Nope." His lips popped on the p sound then continued in their exploration of my neck.

"Well, that's just..." I lost my train of thought as he trailed his fingers up the back of my sweatshirt to the boob hugger cinching my breasts while his icy lips nibbled at my jaw.

"The day I saw you naked... I haven't been able to get you out of my head since. The ghosts on this ship have nothing on you, Absidy. You're haunting me."

A loud yawn sounded from the dining room.

Without thinking, I shoved a potato at Mase. "Hold that," I told him.