I reach up and undo her hairpins. She sighs as I dig my hands into her glorious locks. I can’t get enough of her lips, but I force myself to stop and lean back.
Her green eyes are dark now, reflective, curious. Auburn hair loose around her shoulders, catching the low light. “You’re so beautiful.”
“It’s the makeup.”
I shake my head. “No. The first time I saw you, that’s what I thought.”
“You thought I was beautiful?” She scrunches up her face, clearly not believing me.
“My exact thoughts were, ‘fuck, that gorgeous woman is going to mess with my mind and my libido.’”
She throws back her head and laughs.
“I wasn’t wrong.” I catch her hand, brushing my thumb along her knuckles.
She exhales loudly. “If this is another dream, I don’t want to wake up.”
I lean in, pressing a kiss to her temple, then her cheek, unhurried. Each one is deliberate, like I’m mapping her, memorizing. “It’s not a dream. This is very real,” I breathe into her ear.
Her hand slips to my arm, fingers flexing. Not grabbing. Just there.
“Ethan,” she whispers.
“Yes.”
She looks at me, eyes shining. “I want you. Take me to bed.”
Fucking yes.“I thought you’d never ask.”
I stand and throw her over my shoulder, securing her with one arm across her thighs while the other caresses the silky fabric across her ass.
“I can walk,” she laughingly protests.
I swat her ass and grunt in reply like a caveman because once again, my brain has lost the ability to shape words.
It would take too long for her to walk.
And I’ve been patient for a very long time, waiting for this exact moment to come true.
Chapter Nine
ETHAN
When we getto the bedroom, clenching my hands to not pounce on her like the Neanderthal I’ve apparently turned into. I love sex and I like it rough, but what if I scare her away with my demands?
I need to slow down and find out what she likes.
If it’s gentle, vanilla sex, always in the missionary position, I’d happily do that for the rest of my life. But she did say there was dirty talk in her dream.
She watches me, cheeks flushed, and eyes sparkling with the same hunger I feel.
At least I hope she wants me as much as I want her.
“What do you like?” I grunt out.
She frowns. “What do you mean?”
“What type of sex do you want?” I clarify, gesturing vaguely to the bed.
