Page 15 of Navigating His Heart
She read romance books, so she had some idea, but still, it was shocking to her to have that kind of dream about a virtual stranger.
In her dream, though, he was anything but.
He was possessive and refused to give her space or time.
He wanted her to go, and she was hard-pressed to say no to him.
She found she hadn’t wanted to.
He had come to her apartment in his full uniform, hat included.
When she opened the door, he had stepped inside, crowding her against the small table she had in the entryway.
He lifted her, leaning down and growling when his hat got in the way.
He shoved it off his head, letting it drop to the floor with a ‘thunk’, and then took her mouth in a rough kiss.
She had wrapped her arms around his neck, unable to do anything else, and gasped when he lifted her and placed her on the table at just the same height as his hips were.
When she gasped, he pushed forward and slid his tongue deep into her mouth, making a noise in the back of his throat when she had brought her tongue into play with his.
He had shoved his hips between hers, and when his cock brushed her folds in the dress she was wearing, she had broken away from his mouth to moan.
Her hips had lifted from their violation, and she wanted more from him.
He seemed to read her mind, lifted her from the table, walked down the hall with her butt cradled in his huge hands, and laid her on the bed, coming down over her.
His shirt was gone in her dream; he was sexier than she was ready for.
With his huge pecs, his boulder-like arms, the six-pack of abs he had, and the small tattoo that rested on his chest of a pair of wings.
She ran her fingers down said chest and could swear she could feel the heat of his skin, and as he lifted, she was naked under him.
She knew it had to be a dream, but dream her didn’t care and practically preened under his gaze.
He leaned down and kissed her, grabbed her breast, and got between her legs.
She spread them, ready to accept him fully, and just before the tip of his cock brushed against her folds, she woke up.
Groaning into her pillow, Avery was shocked at herself. She never thought this would be her.
To have a dream about someone that was a stranger and someone she would never meet anyway.
She shut her eyes and tried to calm her racing heart and ignore her throbbing clit.
She was so wet, and her folds were sticking to her panties; she reached down, and when her fingers rubbed over her clit, she let out a small noise.
She needed this. To be able to get through work today and stop thinking about him.
Keeping her eyes shut, she rubbed her fingers over her clit in small circles, and just picturing his face made her gasp as it seemed to be the thing that would make her come.
And thinking about the dream she had, with his body poised above hers, made her come within seconds, and she opened her eyes and lay panting on her bed.
She wiped her fingers on her pajamas, knowing she would wash them today before work, and got off her bed, her legs shaking from her powerful orgasm.
She had never in her life had one that quickly or that hard.
Bracing herself as she walked to the shower, she stripped out of her clothes and stepped under the cold water.
