Page 56 of Malice
“I’m not sure how to do this. I’ve never intentionally dropped into a dream with someone who wasn’t already sleeping.”
I shrugged, hardly an expert myself. “Well, you’re not technically asleep when you enter someone else’s dream, right?”
“No, I guess not.”
“So how do you usually find the person whose dream you’re trying to join?”
“I just sort of think about them.”
“Maybe try that?”
“But you’re not asleep.”
“Is that a prerequisite?”
“Maybe?”
I gave her a little squeeze. “Just try it, Red.”
She took a deep breath and nodded before closing her eyes. In the time it took her to exhale, I was unconscious.
The first thingI noticed was the warm breeze caressing my body. And I meanallof my body.
I opened my eyes with a laugh. “Couldn’t wait to get me naked, could you, Red?”
She hummed softly and nuzzled closer to me. I didn’t know how she could possibly get any closer, though. She was nestled against me, her face resting on my chest, body pressed to mine, leg thrown over me.
“I love the way your skin feels on mine,” I murmured.
“Things you might hear from a lover or a serial killer for two hundred, Alex.”
“I’m not sure about serial killer. More of a mass murderer, if anything.”
Merri let out a shocked laugh as she scrambled to get away from me. “That’s it, I’m out of here.”
“Like hell you are,” I said, grabbing her by the hips and tugging her back. Then I proceeded to tickle her sides until she squealed, her hands attempting to pry mine off her.
“I yield! I yield!” she shrieked.
I stopped with a smile, taking in her flushed cheeks and wild hair.
“What the hell was that for?”
“I didn’t feel like chasing you right now. We can try that another time.”
Her flush deepened as she picked up on my meaning, but instead of taking the bait, she asked, “So you went with tickle fight?”
“Seems to have worked.”
“You know what we don’t do with girlfriends? We don’t tickle them.”
I grabbed her and moved her until she was straddling me, her red hair a tumble of scarlet in the sunlight.
For a moment, she was all mine, her attention only on me, but then she glanced around at the dream world she’d conjured for us. “Apparently we’re exhibitionists. Outside in the middle of a meadow, naked as the day we were born. Anyone could come upon us, Chaos.”
The thought of someone watching me claim what was mine sent arousal careening through me. I’d fuck my woman anywhere and any time. I didn’t care who saw.
Sliding my palm across her lower belly and then up until I cupped one breast, I watched her watch me. She wasn’t looking at my hand; she was focused on my eyes, my expression.
