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The evening ends with an exchange of hugs andtext me when you get homereminders. I’ll try my best to remember but won’t make guarantees.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” The Nina Simone in Erica’s tone coaxes me awake. It’s a battle to keep my eyes open as our car sways, nestling me into soft leather cushions.
My voice cracks, in need of water and a rewind from all the tall and plentiful cocktails. “Yeah.”
“What a night.”
The moon reflects off the cars parked along a tree-lined street. Leaves flutter on branches, undisturbed by the rush of nightlife from the surrounding streets. The brick walkways are quiet, with no trace of bar hoppers seeking solace.
I’ve made this drive a few times, but I still feel the flutter in my stomach when we reach the second-to-last house on the right next to a home covered in vines.
“Why are we here? The place you’re staying at tonight is closer.”
Erica shakes her head, moonlight dancing off her earrings. “I wanted to make sure you made it home safe.” Her voice drops to a whisper. “And myplacetonight is a friend’s house a few streets up from you,” she says with a wink.
“Lucky bitch.” I nestle back against the seat. “I’m tired, but I’m not ready to go in.”
“So let’s stay out.”
“What about your friend?”
“What about him?” Erica’s tone leaves no question he’ll wait up for her and leave the light on. “I still have a couple hours in me, and you are kid-free tonight. One nightcap, and then we’ll go to bed.”
I’m going to regret tomorrow morning. “Okay. One drink.”
Chapter 10
Ella
My dream takes a turn in the middle of the night. The stress and lack of sleep are more potent than the cocktails I drank. I can’t get up, and I don’t want to.
“Come here.” The command is a deep timbre, smooth in delivery with no room for challenge. It skates from my face down to my toes. Long fingers tilt my chin, and my lips find comfort against a plush pair in a series of probing caresses.
A hand moves over the back of my neck to draw me closer. The tip of a tongue brushes across my lips, breaking my mouth apart with an expert touch. My breath hitches at the dance of our tongues. My head angles toward the hungry possession of my mouth with a passion that sucks the air from my lungs.
This is my dream man. One chiseled in fantasies, cloaked in a powerful bare chest and strong shoulders. My hand meets smooth skin cased in hard muscles that wrap me into a protective hold.
My body quivers with longing only he can satisfy—issatisfying. Charles never took his time like this. He wasimpulsive, whereas my dream man invests in my pleasure, claiming me. Holding me.
He explores the valleys of my body, from the curves of my breasts to the dip of my hip. A low rumble rattles in his throat before I’m pressed so close to his chest, it’s hard to breathe.
A thick bulge pulsates against my stomach, inviting my fingertips to trail across the swollen outline in silk fabric. He moans into my mouth and drapes my thigh over his leg. His fingers grip my ass, rocking his erection into my center.
I don’t dare open my eyes in fear he’ll vanish, leaving me cold and alone. He might be a fantasy wedged deep in untapped desires, but tonight, he’s mine. I yearn for more and jerk in his arms as he pulls down the strap of my nightgown, revealing skin I doused in cocoa butter hours ago. To think I almost wore an oversized T-shirt and boxers to bed. Thank the panty angels I didn’t. I’m not wearing any, and the thin barrier between my vagina, which is weeping for release in Mariah Carey high notes, and his dick ignites delicious friction. My skin heats at the flurry of open-mouthed kisses down my neck.
I’m panting, and I lick the sweat forming on his wide chest as he cups my exposed breast. My nipple pebbles at the swirl of his breath and the steady chill from the air conditioning. He teases my bud between his fingers, a prelude to the skim of his tongue on the tip.
I cry out and rub harder against his waist. His hands guide me up and down his shaft to quicken the pace. My essence coats the fabric of his shorts as our mouths devour each other. The slap of my pubic bone against his girth has my sex pulsating. Large hands angle my ass for an assault of piston thrusts.
My coochie will get an apology tomorrow for the pounding she’s taking. For now, she better enjoy the ride.
The feeling in my legs is the first to go, which makes sense, given they’re spread wide open. My thighs tremble, and mystomach contracts at the rush of heat jolting through my body. I come in a string of whispered curses that morph into a shout.
Holy shit.
The dream man’s breathing picks up to match each thrust. If this bed had a headboard instead of a crown of pillows, I’d have a concussion by now.
His back muscles tighten at the same time the kickstand between his legs pulses. “Fuck.” Warm liquid soaks through his shorts, interlacing with my arousal and coating my thighs. He presses his nose into my neck and inhales.
