Page 127 of The Ghost and the Graveyard (Knight Games 1)
"Then ask, mi cielo." He leaned into me, tracing his nose up the side of my face. He buried his lips in my hair.
"We had sex last night."
"Yes, we did," he breathed. "But that isn't a question." He nibbled my ear.
I pressed my hand against his chest, trying to fight the lightheaded feeling that was quickly overcoming me. "Unprotected sex."
He pulled back to meet my eyes.
"How worried should I be?" I asked.
"I can't impregnate you. Unfortunately, this immortal body is unable to procreate."
"Actually, I'm on the pill, so I wasn't so much worried about the possibility of pregnancy. I was asking more for peace of mind about your history. You know, STDs?"
"STDs? You're worried about sexually transmitted diseases?"
"I'm a nurse, okay? It is everyone's responsibility to be worried about STDs. Let's face it, you are tall, dark, and handsome and have had more than a lifetime to be with who knows how many women. You may be immortal, but I'm not. I want to know if I should be worried."
Rick placed his finger under my chin and his pupils expanded crowding out the gray. I thought I would drown in those black pools, like the darkness would swallow me up. The thought should have been frightening, but it was oddly peaceful.
"The only person I have ever made love with is you," he said.
I blinked a few times in his direction while that piece of information sank in. "What?" I asked dumbly.
"I was a virgin when I married you and I could not bring myself to be with anyone else after your deaths."
"Wow." The word slipped out of my mouth. In front of me was a man with a face and body that would fit as the lead heartthrob in any blockbuster movie. Rick was a man who could make women swoon, and he'd waited for me, not once but multiple times.
"You need to know that I've been with other people."
"It was before you knew of me. The times are different now. It is to be expected."
I cocked my head to one side. "We're not married, Rick. I haven't promised you that I won't be with anyone else ever again."
"Then marry me. Make that promise."
"I'm not ready for that." As much as I wanted to avoid the tension building between us, I forced myself to maintain eye contact. He needed to know I was serious.
His expression darkened. "It's Logan. I smelled him on you. You've been with him, and you want to be with him again."
"I don't think I need to remind you that Logan doesn't have a body."
"What of it, Grateful? Will you tell me, honestly, that you haven't had sex with him?" He scowled.
When he put it that way, I supposed that being possessed by a ghost while I masturbated was a type of sex. To call it anything else would be fooling myself. "Yes, we did."
Rick leaned over me, his arms on either side of my body and his face too close. The position made me claustrophobic, and I pressed my head into the pillow to maintain some distance.
"No more," he commanded. "You are mine now. Mine." The smell of pine, earth, and water filled the room, strengthening with his emotions.
"Excuse me, but the only person I belong to is me." The words floated oddly calm from my lips, partly because I knew he wouldn't hurt me and partly because I was expecting to have this conversation.
His face contorted as if I'd punched him in the gut. His head jerked back, and for a moment, I thought I saw tears in his eyes. Then his entire body began to convulse. I watched his black eyes close as the spasms reached his head.
When the seizure ended, Rick opened his eyes. The irises flashed green.
"What the hell?" I wiggled under his arm. In a clumsy and very unsexy fashion, I spilled over the side of the bed and onto the floor. "What's going on, Rick?"
