Page 94 of Finding New Dreams

I assisted and whipped it away. Her pearlescent breasts bounced in front of my eyes, and this time I didn’t wait for a command.

I cupped them. Dragged my thumbs over the hard tips. “So perfect,” I murmured before I set my mouth to one. Then the other. Gentle. Then not.

She cried out and bucked against me. “Damn it, Flynn. That feels so good. More, please! Use…your…teeth!”

Snarling, I tugged hard on her nipple with my teeth.

Her soft center slammed against my painful erection. I saw stars. “Fuck!” I shouted.

This couldn’t end yet.

I seized her little body and raced to the bed. I hurled us onto it, landing her on a pile of pillows as I hovered over her.

Her eyes were hooded with pleasure. Her cheeks and breasts were flushed.

I kissed her, long and deep, trying to be gentle. “Wait for me, sweetheart.”

I backed up and stripped out of the rest of my clothes, including my boxers. My erection bobbed against my belly button.

“Damn,” she whispered. “You’re even better than my dreams.”

I grinned. “Honey, the dream doesn’t exist that compares to what we’re doing right now.”

She smiled and slowly sat up, easing off her thong as she did. “Then show me what living beyond a dream is like.”

My chest clenched so hard I couldn’t breathe.

Shit. I’m gone for her.

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ROSE

Euphoria.

It wasn’t a word I used often, but I didn’t know how else to describe how I felt. Completely naked with the naked Greek god lookalike from my dreams.

How was this real?

How had I been living so long without it?

Flynn stood, still as a statue, next to the bed, looking down at me with an almost pained expression. “You’re perfect,” he whispered hoarsely.

Feeling flushed from head to toe, I looked him up and down. “You should’ve been Michelangelo’s real muse.”

He smirked. “Since he’s not around, I guess that makes me yours.”

I tapped my lips, pretending to think about it. “Well, I don’t do sculptures, but I have a few paintings at home you might want to see.”

“Ah, I knew it.” His long fingers made quick work of the condom from his pocket. “Now you’ll have to show them to me.” He bent to his hands and knees on the bed, slowly easing over me.

His hot skin kissed mine, from chest to hips to thighs. Everything in my body sizzled and thundered. His beautiful eyes stole all but one thought.

“Am I yours?”

His body went rigid.

I blinked. Then opened my mouth to clarify “muse,” but he spoke first.

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