Page 63 of Somebody's Watching Me
That stopped her. “Evie?”
“Ask her.” CeCe touched one of the columns, the back of her hand sizzling under the haint blue. “She’ll tell you to listen.”
“What do you want to say?”
CeCe turned serious, her chest pumping. “They’re mine. The pretty words and the love you’ll hear in them don’t belong to you.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Mine!” CeCe screamed, her face hollowing, the beauty once there morphing into something monstrous. “Mine!”
Stumbling back, Jamison fell through the front door and slammed it shut. Monster or ghost, it didn’t matter. Nothing evil could enter Haven House.
Inside, the only sound was her ragged breathing, and thoroughly creeped out enough, she ran upstairs.
Making it to her room, she found Liam right where she left him.
Or maybe not.
No longer in the chair, he was on his usual side of the bed, facing away from her and softly releasing the tiny snores he claimed never to do.
Wanting this to end, she crawled in, giving him her back. She figured she would wake up in the real world if she went to sleep in her dream. That made sense, right?
Liam stirred behind her, the bed shifting as he rolled over. “Where did you go?”
His voice was full of sleep, which explained why his arm came around her. Big spoon to her little.
“Outside.”
His teeth nipped her earlobe as he cupped a breast. “I’ve missed you.”
Thinking it would be fine to indulge in some fun before waking, she wiggled her hips, and changed her clothes to the honeymoon lingerie with a thought. “Notice what I’m wearing?”
“Yes.” He rolled, taking her with him and bringing her to lay with her back to his chest. “Open for me.”
Securing her feet on the mattress, she spread her legs wide and reached between her thighs to grip him. “I need this, and so do you.”
He groaned in her ear when she began to pump, rubbing the tip of him back and forth over her center as she did. Crotchless panties were the best. “I will always need this.”
Rising to a sitting position, she sank down onto him until fully impaled, proving that this was indeed a dream. She loved every inch of him, but there was no way they could jump right into sex if this were real life.
With her head thrown back, she rode. God,how she had missed this—missed him to an unbearable degree.
“That’s my girl.” Gripping hips, he thrust upward, bouncing her hard. “Take what you need.”
Her body went lax as an orgasm loomed, its promise giving her goosebumps. It had been so long since she’d held this feeling of completeness.
Liam continued to thrust, not letting up. “Only come when I say.”
So, bossy.
He ruled in their bedroom, and she loved it, but in this dream, she wanted to take control.
Holding his shins, she met each upward strike. “Not this time.”
He sat up, snatching her by the throat to give it a rough squeeze. “If you want us to be a family, you have to do as you’re told.”
“What?”
