Double Dating with the Dead by Karen Kelley (great books for teens TXT) 📕

same thing. Selena sighed, pushing the covers down to her hips and parting her legs.

Dixie chuckled. Life in the old hotel was going to be exciting. Her laughter trailed behind her as she waited to see what would happen in their dreams. It would still be their fantasies…with a little encouragement from her.

She sighed. It was their own fault. Selena should know the living were more susceptible to spirits visiting when they were asleep. They were more vulnerable, and they let their guards down. So why shouldn’t she take advantage of the night?

Laughter trilled in the air.

Being dead wasn’t so bad sometimes.

Chapter 5

Selena snuggled her pillow closer, caught between trying to wake up and the delicious dream that had begun to unfold.

Trent was in her dream, and he didn’t have to say a word. He wore a banged-up cowboy hat pulled low on his forehead, but it didn’t stop her from seeing the hunger in his eyes.

Her gaze slid over him. Nice. His leather vest looked sexy without a shirt beneath it. Just enough skin showed to make her hot and bothered.

And if that wasn’t enough to make her drool, his jeans rode low on his hips, the top two buttons undone. A dark vee of hair disappeared into his white briefs. She wanted to see how far the trail of dark hair went. Just thinking about tugging his pants down and having a nice long look make her body burn.

Wake up!

No! Go back to sleep!

He was her sworn enemy. They’d barely tolerated each other all day; then they’d gone to their rooms without even a good night to each other. Not that she’d wanted him to say anything to her. He was an egotistical pain in the butt.

She fought to open her eyes, but they were so heavy and sleep won.

“Go away,” she told him. She didn’t care how delicious he looked.

He shook his head, a smile playing around his lips.

She struggled one more time to awaken, but when he began to unbutton his vest…well, forget that. Hell, it was only a dream. No harm no foul. She could enjoy the moment without recriminations.

“I want you.” His words were husky, reaching out and caressing her. Then it wasn’t just his words, but his hand sliding over her body with purpose.

Her gaze slid downward. Oh, yes, she could definitely tell that he wanted her. But then, the feeling was mutual. And since this was a dream, she didn’t have anything to be shy about.

She looked down. She was wearing a sexy red negligee trimmed in black. Why would she dream this outfit? She didn’t own a red negligee.

“You’re something else.” He flung his vest away and reached for her, and all thoughts of what she was wearing were swept away as she willingly went into his arms.

His mouth closed over hers. Ahh, nice firm lips, just as she’d suspected. But this was her fantasy dream, so of course they would be exactly as she wanted.

He tasted like mint toothpaste and heat. Lots and lots of heat.

Could someone taste when they were dreaming?

Apparently so, since she could taste Trent, and she felt his hands caressing her back, cupping her bottom and pulling her in closer, tighter against his erection.

He pulled away, trailing his lips down her neck, leaving his mark with a gentle nip of his teeth. “Tell me you want me just as much as I want you.”

“This is only a dream,” she murmured.

“It feels real; you feel real.”

He cupped her breast, running his thumb back and forth over the hard nipple. She clutched his shoulders and moaned. In one easy motion, he had her out of her negligee and standing naked in front of him. He stepped back, taking his time, as he looked his fill.

“You’re just as I imagined. All soft and curvy.” He stepped closer and lowered his head to her breast.

The fire began to build inside her, settling in the juncture of her legs. Smoldering heat that threatened to burst into flames and consume her as his tongue scraped over her nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

She moaned and pressed closer. It had been so long since she’d even come close to any kind of fire that she wanted to relish this flame for as long as it would last.

Her hands roamed over his hard body. He definitely worked out. Typing all day did not create these kinds of muscles.

He moved his mouth from her breast, but before she even had time to protest, he’d picked her up and carried her to bed. Ahh, how convenient there was a bed in her dream.

The down-filled mattress enveloped her. She snuggled into its softness and sighed with pleasure. Why couldn’t she have dreams like this all the time?

Trent joined her, his naked body pressing against hers as he lay beside her. Oh, yes, this was what she was talking about. It had been too damn long since she’d had hard male flesh pressing against her.

“You have the body of a temptress,” he murmured as he tugged on her nipple, then began to massage her breast. She arched toward his hand.

“That feels good,” she said.

“I’ve imagined touching you like this all day,” he admitted. “Taking your breast in my mouth and sucking until your nipple was a hard little nub. Just like it is right now.” He tweaked it between his finger and thumb.

She gasped. Yes, this was good, but she wanted more. Oh, God, she needed so much more.

“What else did you think about doing to me?” Her imagination ran wild as she thought of places where he could put his hands, his mouth and other parts of his body. She grew damp just thinking about it.

“Everything you’ve ever dreamed about,” he whispered close to her ear, then trailed his hand down her abdomen, brushing lightly through her curls.

Her body throbbed, her legs trembled, as she opened them wider.

“I want to kiss you…all over,” he said, continuing to torment. His fingers caressed the insides