Red Lily

own shimmer.
    It was like being gradually, skillfully, thoroughly melted, body and will, heart and mind, until what choice was there really, but surrender?
    She moaned for him, that soft, helplessly pleasured sound. And she yielded, degree by erotic degree, until the fingers that had gripped his shoulders went lax.
    When he eased back, her eyes were blurred, her lips parted.
    “Hayley?”
    “Mmm.”
    “That’s not the response of a woman who isn’t interested.”
    She managed to get her hand on his shoulder again, but it wasn’t much of a push. “That wasn’t really fair.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because . . . that mouth.” She couldn’t stop her gaze from dropping down to it. “You should need a license to kiss that way.”
    “Who says I haven’t got one?”
    “Well, in that case. Do it again, would you?”
    “Was planning on it.”
    It was the same rush with the wind spewing in through the door, and his mouth lighting small, sparkling fires inside her. Little tongues of heat, she thought, that were going to lick their way through her until she simply dissolved.
    “Harper.” She said it with the kiss, shuddering at the sensation of their lips moving together.
    “Hmm?”

    “We really have to stop this.” She couldn’t resist nipping that sexy bottom lip of his, just a little. “Sometime.”
    “Later is good. Let’s say next week.”
    She had to laugh, but it came out shaky, then ended on a gasp as his mouth slid from hers to find some magic point just under her ear.
    “That’s good, that’s . . . exceptional. But I really think we need to wait, just a . . . Oh.” She let her head fall back as his cruising mouth found yet another magical spot. “That’s so . . .”
    She turned her head to give him better access, and her heavy eyes blinked clear. Widened. “Harper.”
    When she jerked in his arms, he just shifted his grip. “What? It’s not next week yet.”
    “Harper. Oh God, stop. Look.”
    Amelia stood in the doorway, the storm raging at her back. Behind her, through her, Hayley could see trees whipping in the wind and the bruised fists of clouds that smothered the sky.
    Her hair was matted and wild, her white gown streaked with mud that dripped, it seemed to drip, into a filthy pool over her bare and bloodied feet. She carried a long, curved blade in one hand, a rope in the other. And her face was a mask of bitter rage.
    “You see her, don’t you? You see her.” Hayley shuddered now from fear and cold.
    “Yeah, I see her.” In one easy move, he changed his stance so Hayley was behind him. “You’re going to have to get over it,” he said to Amelia. “You’re dead. We’re not.”
    The force of the blow lifted him off his feet, shot him back five feet to slam against the wall. He tasted blood in his mouth even as he shoved clear again.
    “Stop! Stop!” Hayley shouted. Force of will and fear had her pushing against the freezing wind toward Harper.“He’s your great-great-grandbaby. He comes out of you. You sang to him when he was a boy. You can’t hurt him now.”
    She started forward, with no clear idea what she would do if she reached Amelia. Before Harper could yank her back, a gust of wind knocked her off her feet and sent her sprawling. She thought she heard someone scream, in rage or grief. Then there was nothing but the sound of the storm.
    “Are you crazy?” Harper dropped down beside her to prop her up.
    “No, are you? You’re the one whose mouth’s bleeding.”
    He swiped the side of his hand over it. “You hurt?”
    “No. She’s gone. At least she’s gone. Christ, Harper, she had a knife.”
    “Sickle. And yeah, that’s a new one.”
    “It can’t be real, right? I mean, she’s not corporeal, so the rest of it isn’t real either. She couldn’t slice us up with it. You think?”
    “No.” But he wondered if she could make you imagine you were cut, or do yourself some kind of harm defending yourself.
    She stayed on the floor, getting her breath back, leaning on him as she stared through the open doors. “When I first came here, when I was pregnant, she’d come to my room sometimes. It was a little spooky, sure, but there was something comforting, too. The way it seemed she was just looking in on me, seeing if I was okay. And this sense I got, this wistfulness, from her. And now she’s—”
    She was on her feet and running the instant she heard the singing come through the baby monitor.
    She was fast; Harper was faster and got to