Page 36 of Death Warden
“I was?” I lift my chin and graze his jaw with my nose.
He makes a soft sound, almost a purr.
“What happened to you, Fin?”
He pulls away slightly to look down at me. “It’s strange seeing you through these eyes.”
I touch his cheek, the corner of his mouth. “You have no idea.”
His mouth twitches. “No,youhave no idea. It’s been so long…”
“Did you know this was possible?”
“No, but I dreamed it.” His hand skims over my shoulder and slips into my hair. “I dreamed of touching you like this.” He massages my scalp, and an involuntary moan slips from my lips. “Dreamed of tasting you.” He brushes his lips over mine and they part involuntarily to admit his tongue. He sweeps it against mine, stroking, teasing, lapping, and before sense can penetrate I’m sucking on it, moaning and pressing against him.
This is wrong, but it feels right.
He rolls on top of me, settling between my thighs. Where are my clothes? Oh, God, when did I take them off? Oh…Fuck, he’s big. Sliding against me, rubbing my clit, and nudging my entrance.
“I dreamed of fucking you,” he purrs, and thrusts into me.
I snap my hips up to meet his, reveling in the burn and the tingles that vibrate through me.
“Yes. Please. Yes.”
He raises his head, emerald eyes glowing in the gloom, lips curving in a wicked smile.
“You have what’s mine, Blackmore,” he says. Except it’s no longer Finley’s voice. It’s someone else’s, rumbling and gruff as he thrusts into me, claiming me.
This is wrong. This is…I come hard, squeezing his cock with the force of my orgasm.
He throws back his head and lets out a bellow of triumph, and when he looks at me his eyes are pure black. He is no longer Finley.
This timeI woke on a strangled gasp, pussy throbbing from the dream orgasm, heart pounding like a jackhammer.
I scrambled off the bed, away from Finley’s sleeping form. He hadn’t moved. It was a dream.
Nothing but a dream.
Pre-dawn light filtered into the room. It was morning. It was…Fuck. I rubbed my face with my hands. I needed to get a grip.
My knickers were wet from the sexy, scary dream, the details of which had already drifted out of my grasp. “This is what happens when you don’t get laid enough.”
I needed to shower and change, but I didn’t have any fresh clothes. Wait, was that my overnight bag and suitcase? Someone had dropped them off while I was sleeping. Thank God.
I rooted through my stuff, grabbed some clothes and a towel, and headed for the bathroom across the hall.
It was early, enough time to shower and maybe get in some words on the novel. For some reason, I was feeling inspired.
CHAPTERNINE
Imanaged two chapters before there was a knock on my door. Logan popped his head into the room, his gaze zeroing in on the bed where Finley continued to sleep.
“He hasn’t stirred.” I closed my laptop.
“I think it’s okay for you to leave the room,” Logan said. “I’ve asked one of the girls to check in on him every hour.”
I didn’t want to leave Finley, but if I was going to be staying here, I needed to do my part. “Okay. Breakfast and then you need to put me to work.”
