A chuckle escaped him. When Stella lifted her head, probably in confusion, Shane tightened his hands on her.
“This is crazy,” he said. “Don’t you think? Sometimes I wonder if I’ve gotten completely delusional, imagining the two of you as ghosts, and then I realize I would never in a million years imagine you doing something like this, which only makes me feel even crazier.”
“It’s not crazy. You’re not crazy,” Stella protested. “You’re not imagining me. You’re not imagining this.” She rotated her hips, grinding against him. “And could this just be a delusion?”
His buttons popped open one by one, revealing an inch of his chest at a time. He knew he wasn’t unbuttoning the shirt himself, because his hands were still on her thighs, his fingers teasing the edge of her panties. She pushed his
