Chapter One
The second I saw Gabriel’s naked body splayed over my bedsheets with a sensuous smirk sitting on his lips, I knew I was dreaming. So I prayed to God and all that was holy that I didn’t wake up. I’d had this fantasy of my best friend so many times, I’d lost count. It always ended the same, with our sweating, heaving bodies tangled in my bedsheets.
This could be the only dream I ever had, and that would be okay with me. Because holy shit, was hefine.
The details of that chiseled, lightly bronzed body lying in my bed were a sight of such sinful perfection, my entire core ached. But my heart hurt even more because it was just a dream.
That’s all it ever was.
But I couldn’t seem to keep my sex-starved brain from imagining that mouth-watering body in my bed as if he were mine. It was a cruel trick my asshole brain loved to play.
I’d seen much of Gabriel’s body before. When you grow up with a guy and end up living with him, you get bits and pieces of him over the years that you store away like little treasures. In the dark of night your mind pieces them together to create pictures that could never become reality.
At least, not for me.
When I closed my eyes, Gabe was all I saw. Every detail of him was seared into my mind, and ittorturedme because the moment I woke, the fantasy dissolved.
Life is a bitch when you fall madly in love with your best friend. Even more so when said best friend is also your roommate.
Was it wrong to lust over my best friend? Yeah, probably. But hey, a girl’s gotta dream. And I’m afraid my dreams are the only place I’ll ever get to experience him like…that.
In my dream, Gabriel smiled at me with that cute, lopsided smirk of his, but only here in the sanctuary of my mind did it contain something forbidden, something sensuous and raw and all mine.Desire.
Though the details were a little fuzzy, I liked being with this version of him because, in dreams, I got to pretend he reciprocated my feelings.
It’s there that I allowed my mind to run wild and imagine a reality where he wanted me in all the ways I wanted him.
“Come here,” he purred in that smooth, velvety voice that warmed my core. He patted the side of the bed in a seductive manner, the corner of his mouth twitching into a wolfish grin. His cerulean blue eyes glinted with a wickedness that filled my chest with a fluttering sensation like there was a swarm of butterflies trapped in my ribcage. With an aching heart and a throbbing mess of wet heat between my thighs, I floated forward, dazed, horny, on cloud nine.
Gabriel possessed the body of an Olympian, lithe and athletic with well-toned muscles that rippled beneath taught skin with every small shift in movement. He had a physique so perfectly masculine, hard and sleek, it was almost intimidating. But his face was softer, with kind eyes the color of a clear, summer sky and unkempt blond hair that seemed to have a mind of its own.
In this dream, he wore nothing but a small corner of white bedsheet covering his cock. It’s nice, but damn what I wouldn’t give to get him completely naked. I’d never exactly visualized that part of him in my naughty dreams. Probably because I’d never seen his goods, so my brain didn’t know what to put there. In fact, with the exception of some more nefarious corners of the Internet, I hadn’t seenanyman’s business below the belt line . And that’s not for lack of interest from men. They always looked my way, sometimes they asked for my number. Even guys at work have asked me out from time to time.
I inherited my dad’s pouty lips and my mother’s big eyes and curvaceous hourglass figure that seemed to catch a lot of attention. But despite my incredible luck in the genes department, I completely lacked experience in the area of dating and most certainly the act of love making. I mean, there’s porn. But those cheesy videos weren’t exactly a girl’s how-to guide on the world of men.
In any case, it didn’t matter. Could I date? Sure. Did I want to date? Eh. Only if it’s Gabe.
I guess I’m a glutton for punishment and not the fun kinky kind. Just the boring stay celibate until my lady parts dry up kind.
And yeah, okay, so my pining was just a tad bit on the pathetic side. But hey, the heart wants what it wants. And my brain has been all for hopping on that Gabe fantasy bandwagon because my sex-starved body and my overactive imagination run wild at night.
I secretly craved those dreams. At night, I let loose and imagined Gabriel looking at me with lust-filled eyes, the kind of hunger in them that other men have had when they look at me.
“Come here,” dream Gabe said again, that time with more force. His voice was low and raspy as his gaze roamed over my skin like a lover’s touch.
I slowly crawled onto the bed on my hands and knees, drinking in that sultry expression carved into the chiseled planes of his face. With a shift of his body, I could see by the way the sheets poked up that he was excited to see me.
He reached out, feathering his fingertips gently over my cheek. My eyelids fluttered shut at the pure bliss of the simple touch. This man had some kind of spell over me, to be brought to such heights of pleasure by even thethoughtof his touch.
When he touched me, the world around me screeched to a halt. Everything around us blurred, and for the smallest shred of a moment, all that existed was him and me.
It waselectric.
I opened my eyes to look down at the tent where I knew his member waited eagerly for my attention. I reached to lift the flap to venture a peek and see what was underneath.
“Mel,” Gabe said through an amorous growl. “Are you going to get that?”
“Depends,” I answered with a wink. “Are you going to give it to me?”
