Page 28 of An Accident Waiting to Dragon

“I’m going to put my arms around your middle,” he said, lips close to her ear.

It took every ounce of her self-control not to shiver for a completely different, very inconvenient reason. “Okay,” she murmured.

He slid his arms up under hers and across her stomach, his palm flattening against her belly. More warmth seeped into her. With her knees drawn up, all he had to do was move his fingers a tiny bit downward and…

Get your mind off anything that has to do with his fingers and your body, Gwendolyn Moonsoar.

Except now that her imagination had gone there, memory after memory of dreams she’d had of the two of them together over the years barraged her without mercy. A holdover from the days when she’d craved his touch, when she’d thought they had a future. That’s all this was.

Although, come to think of it, a certain part of his anatomy was pressed to her lower back right now.

A hard part of him.

Oh my gods.

She tried not to wriggle. Tried not to feel it. Tried like hells not to react to it.

“You should sleep,” she said. Maybe if he did, she could breathe easier.

The hand at her belly tensed a little, then relaxed. “Wake me in a few hours,” was all he said in return.

He seemed to adjust his position somewhat, and then went still and silent. It still took a while, but eventually his breathing turned deeper and heavier, and she knew he was out. Asher had always been able to sleep anywhere at any time.

Military training, he’d used to say.

Not Gwen.

Especially not like this.

CHAPTER TEN

Gwen

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Warmth surrounded Gwen, and the hand softly stroking her belly drew a contented smile to her lips. Humming low in her throat, she leaned into the solid body pressed up against her back. She didn’t remember falling asleep.

The dream again.

The one that had caught her up in its fantasy more nights than it hadn’t over the last thirteen years. The one where Asher had mated her, built a life with her, and would make love to her every day. In her dreams was the only place she could allow herself not to be mad at him. In her dreams, she could touch and be touched and just enjoy. No guilt. Her dreams weren’t real—just in her head. The only problem was the guilt that came with waking, for still wanting him. Okay, there were two problems. The fact that she was guaranteed to wake up disappointed in the end also sucked.

Maybe this time he wouldn’t disappear when things started getting good. Those teasing fingers continued to play over her belly, but she wanted them lower, so she scooted a bit trying to hint, and a low chuckle sent an answering shiver of need prickling over her skin. Impatience had her taking his hand and showing him exactly where she wanted his touch.

“Here?” Laughter hung in Asher’s sleep laden voice as he trailed those questing fingers under the band of her leggings and past the barrier of her panties but stopped short of the right spot.

“Lower,” she whispered.

“Mmmm… Here?” His fingers explored.

She hummed, arching to chase what she wanted.

Don’t wake up yet, she urged the dream. Not yet. Not?—

Finally, he swept a finger lightly over the bundle of nerves at the junction of her thighs, and Gwen pressed back into him with a sigh of bliss as sensation lit through her, joining the warmth of their bodies. Maybe she’d actually get to reach the end of this dream for once. Usually she woke up unfulfilled and frustrated as hells, and angry at herself for indulging yet again.

But for now…

Hanging onto the dream as tightly as she could, she sighed and moaned and melted into the touches that were making her hotter and wetter and…oh gods. Did she dare ask for more?

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