Ghostly Touch

“That wasn’t in the book,” Connor said.
                  “No, it wouldn’t be.” Zula took a deep breath and wondered if she should go ahead and tell him about his great-grandfather. On one hand, if she told him now he might get upset enough to leave. But if she told him at some future date, he might be even more upset and leave. She blew out another breath and turned toward Connor. “The story goes that the man who was in love with my great-grandmother was named Connor.”
                  Connor laughed out loud. “That’s funny.”
                  Zula smiled. “It gets funnier.
                  “Really? I can’t wait to hear it.”
                  Zula took a deep breath and told him the story her great-grandmother told her. She left out the part about him being her soul mate. A little at a time , Zula thought.
                  Connor stared at her for a few moments when she finished the tale. He took a long pull off the beer in his hand, then said, “I’ll be damned. That’s a pretty wild story, isn’t it?”
                  “Pretty wild,” Zula agreed.
                  Connor checked his watch, and swallowed the last of his beer. “I’ve got an early morning, so I’ll say goodnight.”
                  Zula stood with him and followed him to the front door. “Thank you for the pizza and the company.”
                  “No problem,” he said. “I’ll talk to you later.” He left her standing in the doorway without trying to kiss her goodnight.

~ Eight ~
Preferably, A Real Man
     
                  “What do you make of that, Thad?” The cat rubbed his head against Zula’s face as she carried him up the stairs to her room and dropped him on the bed. Zula went into the bathroom, washed her face and brushed her teeth, then climbed into bed. “Goodnight, Thad.”
    ~ * ~
     
                  His hands slid slowly up her legs, his thumbs massaging her as he went. When he reached the top of her thighs, his fingers splayed wide, his thumbs moving in small, slow circles coming ever closer to her pussy. Stopping just at the outside of her opening, massaging her in the most private of places in the most sensual way. Her hips began to move in rhythm with his hands.
                  Her hands moved over her own body, slowly moving across her stomach, over her breasts and back down. Slowly massaging her stomach, moving lower to her thighs until her hands met his. Spreading her hands over his, she let the sensations wash through her like warm oil. Every nerve ending attune to his movements, reaching out to him, calling to him from some secret place yet unexplored.
                  His thumbs continued to move in slow, sensuous circles coming closer to dipping inside of her with each motion. His forefingers moved to either side of her clit, not touching her there, yet moving her closer and closer to orgasm. Then he added his breath, a simple, cool breath blown over her clit. She felt the electricity gather from the souls of her feet, travel up her legs, pooled in her belly, and then she exploded.
     
                  Zula sat upright in bed, breathless, her body still vibrating from the orgasm. She wiped her face with her hands and blew out a breath.
                  “What was that?” She shook her head, threw back the blankets and slid out of bed.  “Whew! If Connor is anything like his grandfather…”
                  In the bathroom, Zula splashed cool water on her face, grabbed a hand towel and dried. She went back into her room, glanced at the clock, and saw that it was nearly six. “May as well get ready for the day. Come on Thad, time to get up.”
                                                               ~ * ~
                  Connor came awake, confused by the dream he’d just had. Was it a dream? He wondered. Or was it something more? This wasn’t the first time he’d woken up from an all-too-real-dream about Zula.
                  He flung the covers back and looked down, his boxers showing the evidence of just how real the dream was. Muttering under his breath, Connor went to the bathroom and took a shower.
                  The dream flashed through his mind as the water poured over him.