GhostlyPersuasion by Dena Garson Page B

eye over the
opening. She was surprised how much of the seating area on the other side she
could see through the small space.
    “Okay, look at me.”
    Katie turned her gaze away from the couple on the other side
and focused on Seamus.
    “What did you see?”
    “I, uh…” Keeping her voice low, she said, “I saw a man,
sitting on the stone bench, and a woman kneeling on the ground in front of
him.”
    “How were they dressed?”
    Katie’s cheeks grew warm. “She wasn’t dressed at all. Or at
least not that I saw.” She frowned as she tried to remember. “It looked as if
the man was still dressed, but I couldn’t tell you what he was wearing. He was
sitting in the shadows.”
    “What were they doing?” Seamus asked.
    “I’m not sure. It kind of looked like he was petting her,”
she answered quietly.
    “And how did you feel as you watched them?”
    Katie shifted her stance. “Uncomfortable.”
    “Is that all?”
    “What do you mean?” she asked, keeping her voice low.
    “Were you repulsed by what you saw?”
    “No.”
    “Did it excite you?”
    Katie had to stop and think about it.
    “Be honest, Little Katie. There is no reason you shouldn’t
tell me.”
    She ducked her head. “Maybe a little bit,” she reluctantly
admitted. When she looked up at Seamus she added quietly, “I wouldn’t say I was
turned on in the same way a passionate kiss can do. Intrigued would be a better
word for it.”
    Seamus nodded. “Are you intrigued enough to see more?”
    Katie looked at the trellis, imagining what was happening on
the other side. She shrugged. “Maybe.” She turned back to Seamus. “I guess you
don’t see this as an invasion of privacy, huh?”
    “Not when the couple has chosen a public place for their
tryst. Couples who engage in these kinds of displays are often excited by the
possibility of being caught or of someone seeing them.”
    “So you’re just obliging them then?” she asked, wishing she
didn’t have to remember to keep her voice down while Seamus didn’t.
    “Perhaps.”
    “I suppose that’s one way to look at it,” she mumbled as she
turned to look through the vines again.
    Seamus chuckled.
    The couple on the other side must not have noticed Katie’s
whispered conversation. Either that or they didn’t care that someone might be
watching. They continued their interlude with no interruption.
    The woman was now bound with her hands behind her back. She
was standing before the man with her legs spread wide enough for him to have
complete access to all of her. He said something and the girl nodded in
response. The man slowly circled the woman. His hands skimmed across her naked
body in various places, evoking a quiver or a gasp in response.
    When he pinched the woman’s nipples Katie’s own breasts
perked up and tingled. She wondered what it would be like to be in the woman’s
place. To desire someone enough that she would be willing to stand in a garden,
completely naked, and allow him to do these things to her. To let herself be
bound so touching was almost one-sided.
    A shiver of awareness ran through Katie’s entire body.
    “I think she likes it,” Seamus said softly.
    “Wha—” Katie pulled her eyes away from the couple. “What
makes you think that?”
    “The way her breath catches. The somewhat dazed expression
on her face. The movement in her pelvis whenever he touches a sensitive spot.”
    Seamus’ gaze danced over Katie’s face, making her hyperaware
of his notice.
    “If it were lighter out, we would be able to see how flushed
she is,” he added. “And if we were closer we would probably even be able to
smell her arousal.”
    Katie’s heartbeat stepped up its tempo.
    “Do you really think so?” she asked, barely remembering to
keep her voice down.
    “I can float over there and find out for sure,” he offered.
    “No, don’t go,” she answered quickly then dropped her voice
to a whisper once again. “I mean, there’s no need to risk disturbing