Page 32 of Dreams That Bind Us
A vision of James, wet in a large, white bathtub, played in her head. His head thrown back as her mouth moved down his corded neck… She shivered.
"Anna, are you okay?"
She jumped at his words. "Huh? I'm sorry, what?"
His eyes narrowed, and he edged closer. "You had a glazed look on your face. For a minute, I thought you might pass out."
She drew in a sharp breath and backpedaled several steps. "You know, I'm really tired. It's been a long day, and I just got a little lightheaded, that's all. I should probably go."
Concern flashed on his face. "Here." His hands circled her waist and he lifted her as if she was light as a feather, then plunked her on the side of his bed. "You rest here for a moment. I'll get you some water."
"No, it's okay. I just need to?—"
"Stay!" James gripped her upper arms when he muttered the command, sending a thrill through her body. "I'll be right back. Don't move."
Anna blinked at him, dazed and utterly turned on. She was on very dangerous ground and she knew it.
James rushed from the room, and she didn't move a muscle as she listened to him jog down the stairs. It was a bad idea to stay in this house a moment longer, but her body disagreed wholeheartedly with that logical assessment.
It took him less than a minute to return with a glass of water. "Here. Drink this." He squatted in front of her, his eyes levelwith her boobs. To his credit, his gaze didn't flicker from hers a single time.
He studied her while she sipped her water, his brow pinched with unease. "Does this happen often?"
"No, not really. I've just worked a lot over the last week and haven't slept well lately because of…" Heat flooded her cheeks when she realized what she was saying.
Oh my god! I nearly said I dream about him. Abort! Abort!
"Because of what?" he asked softly, dropping a knee to the floor. It brought him closer, and she wondered idly what he'd do if she shifted her legs apart.
She shivered. "It's nothing, really. I just have trouble sleeping sometimes."
He grunted and planted his other knee, bringing him even closer. "Have you always had this problem?"
"No. It's recent," she admitted.
His eyes sharpened, and he inched forward even more. His stomach was nearly touching her knees as his hands dropped to the mattress on either side of her hips. "How recent?"
She chewed her bottom lip, watching dazedly as his eyes dropped to her mouth, then lifted one shoulder. "A few months or so."
"Interesting," he murmured, the deep tenor of his voice vibrating through her body. "I've had problems, too. At first I thought it was just the move and the dramatic change in lifestyle from New York City to Key West, but I was wrong."
Anna angled toward him, her body moving of its own accord as if drawn in by a magnet.
I could just lean in now and kiss him. See if he tastes as good as he does in my dreams. It would be so easy.
"You were wrong?" she breathed, certain he'd hypnotized her. The muscles in his jaw flexed as if he were grinding histeeth. She jolted as his hands turned to cup her hips. A ragged breath escaped her lips, loving the feel of his hands on her.
He nodded slowly. "It's not Key West that has a spell over me." His chin tilted up, his lips nearly brushing hers. "It's you."
A shuddering moan escaped her as his mouth captured hers, energy shooting through her as if she’d touched a live wire. A multitude of sensations bombarded her unlike anything she'd ever felt before. She wondered idly if she was having an out-of-body experience.
Her hands dropped to his shoulders, clenching into fists in his shirt as she kissed him back, arching into his chest. He growled and flexed his hands, pulling her flush against him, his arms wrapping around her like steel bands.
Anna gasped, her legs instinctively parting to make room for him. His tongue took advantage and dipped in for a taste, tangling with hers.
Her fingers threaded through his short, silky hair, bringing him even closer as she whimpered. She was quickly losing any semblance of control and knew she was ready to throw all restraint out the window. His muscled arms clenched as his hands cupped her ass.
It's even better than the dreams.
