Page 13 of Dream a Little Dream

“I was waiting for you to have some sort of social misstep, and it’s happened. You’ve gone and tried to romanticize salad, and Kyle? That simply won’t work. There’s nothing about a salad that should make someone wistful. I’m sorry you’ve been led to think that.”

Her eyes narrowed. She was ready to fight. “What? Salads, I’ll have you know, are remarkable not only in their ability to please a palate but in their versatility. A salad can mean so many things. You’re being judgey, Potter. Back away from the salad.”

I shook my head slowly, infusing sadness over my features. “Our first disagreement. It’s finally here.”

Kyle shrugged. “It happens to the best of couples.”

I shrugged back, matching her energy. “What can you do?”

“We could find a way to make up.”

The silence hung in the air as we stared each other down, two magnets resisting the pull. The electricity zipped and zapped. Heat danced across my skin from my cheeks to my neck to my shoulders and downward. The attraction, which had been PG-13 up until now, slid decidedly into the R column. I was turned on. I felt her all over. My breasts tingled and ached in response to the look on her face.

“I mean, I could show you my room,” she said.Well, well. The invitation was clear as the sky overhead. I didn’t do things like this, meeting strangers and following them to hotels, but this felt markedly different.Shefelt markedly different.

“I could compare it to mine.”That’s right, Savanna, play it innocent. Might help send home a few of the butterflies that fluttered around my midsection at the thought of anything physical happening with Kyle. Correction. Dr. Kyle of the Hot People.

She slid a hand onto my waist and stepped forward, making this conversation a tad more private. To anyone strolling by, we were lovers lost in a moment, enjoying our evening in one of the more beautiful locations ever created. I liked the fiction and allowed myself to believe in it for a few wonderful stretches. “Shall we head back or do you want to linger a bit?”

The answer was both, but with each second that passed, closing a door behind us and seeing what happened next was harder and harder to put off. “Let’s go,” I whispered, boldly reaching for what I wanted. She smiled down at me, touched my cheek, and led the way.

Chapter Four

The Pact

Her room was much, much bigger than mine, but of course it was. A spacious suite that dwarfed my double queen considerably. On the way in, we passed a sitting area made up of two royal blue sofas with sculpted backs and bronze turned-up feet. She dropped her bag onto one, and the strap landed across the armrest as if choregraphed. When I turned, I saw the bedroom door had framed Kyle like a memorable painting. She sat on her king-sized bed with about eighteen pillows behind her. The lights had been dimmed but not extinguished.

Good God. She was a present to unwrap.

Before moving a timid muscle, my mind took a picture, because I didn’t want to ever forget what I was looking at. That self-assured stare, the aqua blue of her eyes, the way her hair, now down, swept past her shoulders as the city lights twinkled through the oversized window to her right. I wondered if I could catch a glimpse of the bridge from here.

I entered the bedroom slowly, aware of each of my footsteps. I wanted to be quiet, but it was not to be. We shared a quiet laugh that helped to break some of the tension. When I reached her, I didn’t think. I stopped doing that completely. Instead, Ifelt, allowed my instincts to lead, and placed my hand against her cheek. She pushed against it and offered a stare that said she good and wanted me.

I was gone.

Done.

I never made first moves. Ever.

Tonight would be markedly different.

I leaned down and took her whole face in my hands, cradling it, studying her features before angling my head and brushing her lipswith mine. She smiled into the kiss, an actual smile. I loved everything about the kiss/smile combination. I went in for more, tasting a hint of strawberry ice cream and deepening the kiss. Our mouths moved together unhurriedly, a perfect dance until slow was no longer enough. Desperation rippled to the forefront, and need took over. Her hands went to my waist, and she pulled me down on top of her. When our bodies pressed together, I closed my eyes and swore. More of this. We were getting somewhere.

“You’re fucking sexy, you know that?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My body was on fire, my skin extra sensitive to, literally, air, and my brain was on a one-way mission to remove every piece of clothing Kyle had put on that night (and possibly everything she had in her closet). She touched her tongue to my bottom lip, a request I could not deny. I parted my lips and whimpered quietly at the welcome feeling of her tongue in my mouth. In response, she raised her thigh upward until it pressed firmly between mine. Startling pinpricks of pleasure radiated from my center out to my entire body. I’d never experienced anything as intense. She consumed my mind and body so fully that there was room for nothing else but that moment.This. Her. Us.Help.Except, don’t.

My shirt was pushed up and the cup of my bra was briskly pulled down, freeing my left breast. Her mouth, God her mouth, found my nipple and devoured it like she’d been studying for this her whole life. I moaned, my hands in her hair. She sucked and swirled the nipple unabashedly with her tongue. Damn, she was good at this. No surprise at all. I distantly realized I was rocking against her thigh, sending the pressure between my legs up, up, and up to a near breaking point.

When she pulled her leg away from mine, I nearly begged her to reconsider. But my zipper was on its way down, her doing, and that made up for the loss. She found my gaze and held it, her eyes darker than I’d seen them all night. That was desire. Kyle was turned the hell on, which made this all the sexier. When her hand dipped into my underwear and began to caress, I saw stars and began to inch closer and closer. The pressure between my legs was torturously wonderful. It climbed with each small touch. It doubled with each more direct press of her fingers. She was pulling responses from my body that I’d only read about. My already rocking hips picked up pace. My body skated to the edge, already on the verge of careening.

“Oh, no, you don’t,” she whispered in my ear. Her lips were on my neck. I liked them there very much, the heat of breath entirelywelcome and intoxicating. Her hand was gone, though, roaming my body, making it hard for me to breathe at a proper pace.

“What are you doing to me?” I managed to ask.

“What am I doing? I’m taking my time, that’s what.” She crawled down the bed and my stomach tightened, anticipating. I bit my lower lip hard as the discomfort between my legs begged for release. I wanted to ask, but I also didn’t want this to ever end. That first touch of her tongue sent a shock wave of pleasure straight from my center and out to my limbs. Her hands slid beneath me and cradled my ass as she continued to work her magic. One swipe of her tongue, then another, a third. I whimpered, hanging on, lost in need. She paused and crawled up my body to my breasts, pulling a nipple into her mouth.Damn it all. My eyes slammed shut. She swirled her tongue and took her sweet time sucking. All the while, her hand had returned to its spot between my legs. With one motion, she entered me, which was maybe the most satisfying moment in my sexual life. When she began to move in and out, I writhed beneath her, holding on, the pressure building as her unhurried motion continued. As she kissed my breast, I realized that she’d matched the rhythm of her hand perfectly. When I came, it was white hot and shocking in its intensity, to the point that I cried out as I rode the wave of pleasure. Kyle was patient and stayed inside, allowing me to rock against her hand and come down at my own pace. “You’re beautiful,” she said quietly as I attempted to breathe normally again.

Once I relaxed against the pillow beneath me, she joined me there, sliding her body up against mine, not breaking that contact.

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