Page 13 of Safe in Shadow
Under the bed, it was dark and silent, like being plunged into an icy lake where nothing of the living world could reach him.
So how come he heard her breathless whisper, just like it was in his ear?
A soft, disoriented cry of, “Where’d you go? Come back...”
GRACE WOKE UP WET—WHICHwas a new thing.
She hadn’t done much in the way of dating in the past six years. Relationships petered out after a few months when the men she met weren’t interested in her hobbies. She had to admit, hanging out with seniors and studying the stock market didn’t make her exciting.
Still. The guys she liked weren’t even polite about her interests. They were eager to get away and look for someone “fun.”
That was okay. Nana said those young men weren’t right for her, and young men hadn’t been her cup of tea, either. “You’ll find yourself with an older man and be very glad about it; you just trust Nana. G-Pop was ten years older than me, and everyone told me I should look for a younger man, but from the second I met your grandfather, I knew. He treated me like a queen—his treasure—and someone never to be trifled with! Yes, Gracie, older men know how to look after you while seeing that no fools get in your way.”
In her dream, there was someone with her. Someone in the shadows of her dimly lit bedroom, moving on top of her, inside of her, leaving her breathless with pleasure—but stopping before she could peak.
“Not your fault. I woke up,” she mumbled, hand immediately sliding between her legs. It had been a long, long time since she had the energy, freedom, or privacy to do this.
Maybe being alone at secluded Hilltop would be fun—at least for this kind of thing.
Legs bent at the knee and pulled back in a lazy V, Grace rubbed her clit in slow circles, building to something quicker and harder as she slid wetness from her slippery opening around her folds and up to her nub. Her head turned toward that peculiar dark corner of the bedroom as her fingers slipped inside, one, then two, and began to thrust.
She wanted something bigger. Much bigger.
Mind tumbling from sleep to sex, Grace’s eyes struggled to stay open, but they kept blinking and briefly focusing on the stubbornly shadowy spot beyond the foot of her bed.
Sunlight beckoned outside the gauzy white drapes. It was a bright May morning. It felt lovely and luxurious to be pleasuring herself in the silence and privacy of her own mansion.
Okay, her own money pit was more accurate, but a girl has to dream.
So why did she care about the corner?
Because I don’t understand. Why is it still so dark? Even now?
Is it spreading? Shrinking?
It was doingsomethingover there.
Her tunnel gave a greedy pull on her fingers as the heel of her palm rubbed hard on her clit. “Oh! Oh, fuck, yes!”
NYX ECHOED HER UNDERhis breath, a pained gasp as his form took on some definitely human, masculine traits—like a throbbing erection.
He’d been with a woman in life.
But it had been a dark, drunken fumble each time, a hidden hurry that brought him pleasure but didn’t seem to create the same sensations in...
He’d forgotten her name.
Well, he’d forgotten his own.
But he felt like he would never forget Grace’s name, or her scent, or the sight of her sweet pink tunnel hidden between golden thighs and swimming on crisp white sheets.
Aphrodite incarnate.
And how she moved so easily, so freely, touching her most secret parts with shameless joy.
She glistened when she was done, wet, juicy slit leaving shining trails on her inner thighs.
Suddenly, he remembered the feel of a hot, tight body around his, urging him to release. But his previous partner never cried out, never breathed heavily and bucked her hips like Grace was doing.
