Page 48 of Absinthe Dreams
“Furry little traitor,” I heard behind me, and I looked back over the couch. She was standing there, wrapped in a light cream satin robe.
“I was coming to say goodnight. I didn’t want to be rude.” She blushed a light pink, and it was delightful the way it crept up her chest and dusted her cheeks.
“Not rude at all,” I said. “G’night, though. I’ll get you to the hospital just fine and head on in to work myself.”
“Sounds good,” she said… and she lingered a moment before saying, “Night,” one more time and turning for her bedroom. I liked the way her robe clung to her figure as she went.
“Ow! Hey!” I looked down at her wildly purring kitty and lightly smacked his paw where he’d dug claws into my knee.
“What’s that all about, huh?” I demanded.
He head-butted into my hand in response.
“Demanding little shit,” I muttered, but I was smiling. I obliged Charlie in all the pets he wanted until he got up, jumped down, and relinquished the entirety of the couch over to me, opting to go back to his chair.
I sighed, an almost contented one this time, and stretched out.
I fell asleep watching some television with the lights out, the blue glow of the boob tube, and the low volume of one of theAquamanmovies lulling me to sleep.
I jolted awake not terribly long later, as the credits rolled, and sat up. Listening intently, all my senses on high alert.
Something had roused me, and I waited, listening hard and trying to home in on whatever it’d been.
The cat was looking at me curiously from his spot on his chair, and if the cat wasn’t missing or freaked out – I wasn’t…yet.
A light but sharp sound came from behind the couch, and I sat up, the cat jumping down, and I nearly had a heart attack.
Genesis was standing there. She took a shy, half-step back and asked, “Aren’t you coming to bed?”
I pushed off from where I’d been lying against her couch to sit up better and said, “Yeah, sorry.” I picked up the remote and turned off the television. I didn’t want to scare her by getting up too eagerly, so I got up slowly and deliberately stretched before taking her offered fingertips and following her into the bedroom.
She got into bed first, and I sat down gently on the bed at her hip, taking up her hand.
“You sure?” I asked, and she looked at me like I was some high school idiot.
She scooted closer and put her arms around me. I wrapped mine around her lithe form and held her close, pressing her forehead into my shoulder, the strands of her blonde hair like silk against my rough fingers. I massaged the back of her skull, where it met the long line of her neck, trying to ease the tension out of her.
She pulled back and looked me in the eyes. “You’re being stupid,” she complained. “We’ve already done this once.” Before I knew it, her soft lips were on mine, and I was drowning in the siren’s song of her touch all over again.
I pulled back just enough to defend myself and say, “I didn’t know if it was just a one-off thing, you know?”
She smirked, shook her head, and, saying nothing, just returned to kissing me. Fuck, that was hot.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Genesis…
I knew I had been dreaming the other night, but I hadn’t wanted it to end. It was nice, and it’d been so long for me. At least a year…mm.
His touch had been featherlight in the dream, his hands warm, and the rough texture delicious against my skin. He touched me like he looked at me, with a reverence and awe that bespoke he held me on some type of pedestal, which I honestly felt wholly undeserving of.
Who knew that dream would be so prophetic? Because he held and touched me much the same tonight as he had in that dream from the night before.
It felt wonderful, and I fully indulged in those hands sliding over my body, touching every inch, taking his time with me until I writhed and moaned and begged for something deeper.
The look in his blue eyes was like a bucket of ice water dousing the flames. Something vulnerable there, and almost frightened as he asked, “So, not a one-off then?”
It struck me that years ago, he had been a… bigger guy, thicker, and that he was likely used to rejection, but there was none of that here. I grasped his face between my hands andwhispered against his lips, “Definitely not a one-off.” I kissed him soundly, pouring all of my hunger for his touch into it as best I could.
