Her full, parted lips reminded me of the danger-sweet cherries growing wild in Tanselm’s forests. Once past the spiny protective layer coating the fruit, the sweetness of the berry burst upon the tongue, leaving an unforgettable taste.
Running a finger over her petal-soft mouth, I watched with satisfaction as her pupils dilated, passion spiraling once again.
“You aren’t as immune to me as you’d like me to think.” I recalled the many instances at work when she’d avoided me.
“Maybe.” Her gaze locked on mine, full of fiery desire and spirit that made me want to devour her whole. Incredibly, I was rock-hard again.
The water churned around me, responsive to my feelings.
“Tell me what you really want, Tessa.” I started thrusting inside her again, moving in and out, slowly, building to a new frenzy.
She grazed my nipples with her fingertips, the sensation going straight to my cock.
She pulled and tugged, eating away at my control.
Then soft, silken limbs broke free from my will holding her tight. And she took charge, touching me, tantalizing with the promise of feminine mystery.
Until I came so hard I saw stars.
“I want you, Marcus. River Prince, lord of my soul, father of my sons?—”
A bright light flashed, and I sat up with a groan as I spilled onto the satin sheets covering my bed. My orgasm consumed me, and I had to work to catch my breath as Tessa’s phantom eased my sexual needs.
Confused, it took me a moment to realize my time with Tessa had been nothing but a fantasy.
I blinked down at my messed sheets, wondering how in the hell this had happened. Sure, I’d been without a woman for a while, but I’d been without one for longer and hadn’t come from a dream since my youth.
Frowning, I wondered just what had happened, and if my experience had been a dream or something far more significant.
Chapter 6
Tessa
I woke with my heart pounding and no idea why.
Staring unseeingly at my white ceiling, I counted the cracks around my light fixture until I could catch my breath. A glance at my alarm clock showed Saturday had arrived.
The sun shining in my eyes, in addition to the crazy time on the clock, told me I’d slept the morning away.
But instead of feeling rested, I felt shaky. Dizzy. For the life of me, I couldn’t recall what I’d been dreaming about.
After my whopper of a Friday, I’d retired to bed early, fantasizing about making Marcus Storm look like the jerk he was in front of my company’s many female clients.
Wearing a loincloth and nothing else, the eye-candy would apologize until he was hoarse, worshipping me with his eyes while steadfastly promising never again to sleep with his clients.
Oh shit. I’d accused the company’s wonder boy of doing just that, which left me baffled and a little worried about losing my common sense.
The reality of yesterday hit hard, and I tried to hide from reality under my comforter.
After stirring me up with the best kiss I’d ever had in my life, Marcus Storm—seemingly unaffected by our encounter—had dashed my confidence to shreds by leaving me shaking like a leaf, bereft in front of his desk.
Then he’d had the gall to accuse me of sleeping with Davis.
As if I’d do anything that repulsive…
But hadn’t I accused him of something similar?
I argued with my conscience, “But it was something I’d heard from almost everyone on his floor.”
