Phantom's Touch: Sexy Paranormal (Book 2, Phantom Series) by Julie Leto Page B

into the air, stroking the sword, wavering between feeling his arousing presence somewhere near her and then convincing herself that she was entirely alone. At least she knew now that Aiden’s appearance had not been a dream or a side effect of some sort of head injury. Helen had seen him, too, in the video, though she’d clearly either missed the part where he’d materialized out of nowhere, or else she’d written off his unexplainable appearance as a technical glitch. How he got there wasn’t nearly as interesting as what had happened shortly thereafter. The practically pornographic digital recording she now toyed with in her hands.
    She’d always said she’d never make a skin flick, but apparently all her common sense had flown out the window last night. Now she was considering actually watching the thing, curious whether the chemistry Helen had insisted translated onto film truly existed.
    Did she dare?
    She knew they were hot together in person. She had the sweetly sore muscles to prove it. But it took a special connection to translate that incendiary quality onto the screen.
    Just thinking about the possibility raised her internal temperature. She splashed over ice cubes a bottle of room-temperature club soda she found in the bar, blanched at the bitter taste, but drank anyway.
    While chewing on an ice cube, she slipped the tiny tape into an adapter, then attached it to the VCR and flipped on the television. She hit rewind and waited until the tape queued to the right spot. Adjusting the volume to a bare minimum, she then grabbed a nearby footstool and dragged it close to the TV so she could sit close. She watched her workout impassively, but gasped when she witnessed the moment when the sword touched her leg. She passed out, and Aiden appeared as if stepping through an invisible barrier.
    Leaning nearer to the screen, she saw him kneel over her, his hand hovering just beside her cheek, as if he wanted to touch her, but didn’t dare. An odd glow illuminating from the sword added just enough light to make the scene crisp and sharp. He smoothed a single lock behind her ear, so softly, so carefully, she couldn’t resist mimicking the gesture. The action progressed, and she watched with utter fascination as she reacted to him, fought him and then brazenly made love to him as if she’d known him forever.
    When she threw her leg over his shoulder so he could lick her through and through, she muttered, “Damn. I didn’t realize I was so easy.”
    “I’ve met many easy women in my days,” a cocky male voice replied, so close to her ear she could feel his breath, “and you, my lady, are anything but.”
    She remained still, a smirk curving her lips. “How long have you been. . .back?”
    “Mere moments. Your pleasured moans enticed me from my sleep.”
    She glanced around and, as expected, saw no sign of him, though his presence now completely filled the trailer. “You were napping?”
    “In a manner of speaking,” he replied.
    She clicked off the television, grinning when he made a disappointed noise. She shoved the recording into the safe she’d had installed in an armoire, then returned to the couch and sat directly across from the sword. She should erase it. Get rid of it forever. She certainly didn’t want to end up like Pam Anderson or Paris Hilton. And yet she couldn’t quite imagine destroying such an intimate record of what had been one of the best nights of her life.
    “There was so much more to see,” he said.
    “Yes, well, now you’ve seen a film firsthand.”
    “And I also understand why men cannot tear their eyes away from you when you are on the screen.”
    “You’re picking up the lingo,” she noted.
    “I’m a quick learner.”
    “That’s good,” she said, knowing that now was as good a time as any to broach the topic of his joining her in the movie. Because— hell and hot damn —Helen was right: They sizzled together on the screen. Even before they’d had sex, their banter