But this is no dream.
I walk to him and his hands are strong and warm as he wraps them around my low back and pulls me closer, the rough fabric of his pants scratching my bare legs, his taut, hard, muscular body against mine waking sensations in me that I have no name for.I just know I want to feel them all the time.
“Were you waiting for me?”he asks in a hoarse whisper that tickles my very soul and has my skin erupting in goosebumps.
“Yes,” I breathe, leaning my head back in expectation of the kiss I know must come now.
“You should be more careful,” he says instead of kissing me.“You shouldn’t just trust the first guy who shows you some affection.It’s dangerous.”
Something in his voice sends my heart pounding, hammering in my chest with equal parts excitement and fear.
“Are you dangerous?”I ask, trying to sound flippant, but it comes out too serious.
The grip of his arms around my waist tightens.
“You’re not,” I answer my own question.“You saved my life twice already.Three times, if we count the kisses.”
He smirks.But the darkness in the room seems permanently attached to him, like it’s a part of him.Or he’s a part of it.
“Are we counting the kisses?”
“Most definitely we are,” I say with a wide smile on my face.“And I’d like another, please.”
He doesn’t wait this time, doesn’t issue any more pointless warnings, just touches his lips to mine.
And then I’m falling, held only by his arms and the magic of the kiss as I free fall into blissful soft nothingness, where only our closeness matters.Where only this magic we found in each other matters.
I’m transported to another world.One where there are no tall towers to keep me locked in.No boredom.No sadness and pain.No curses.
His lips are the perfect texture, soft yet hard, tasty like the best things in the world, strong like promises.His hands travel up and down my back, cupping my hair, caressing my neck.His thumb over the thumping of my heartbeat in my neck sends my free fall into overdrive and makes my heart race even faster.
I wish he’d touch all of me, not just my hair, my back and neck.My breasts are yearning to feel his strong hands.My butt and my legs too.I’m about to explode with the desire his lips and his tongue are waking in me.
My head is spinning as he pulls away from the kiss.I lean forward, chasing his lips, because I have not had enough.But he stops me by firming up the hand he has wrapped around my throat.The sudden jolt of panic transforms into an even wilder desire inside me.
“So eager,” he says.“Slow down.”
“I don’t know how,” I whisper and it’s the absolute truth.Now that I finally have a taste of what I’ve been missing, I need all of it.Right now.No delay.
“I’ll show you,” he says and kisses me again.Slower this time.So sensually my whirling mind and the roiling desire rushing though my veins actually speed up and spin out, unable to take the change of pace.
But each time I try to force more, try for a deeper kiss, he pulls back, his hand squeezing my throat and his eyes admonishing me.So I stop trying to force it.I just surrender.Let him lead this slow dance.
And just like that, my urgency for more fades, letting the desire expand out, my need for him no longer a white-hot, pulsing thing, but a slow flowing river of bliss, every little wave carrying more pleasure than I’ve ever felt.
He guides me to the bed, uses his hand around my neck to make me sit down.And my chest is exploding in happy anticipation, and a little bit of fear over what comes next.But I can’t wait for him to take my nightgown off.For his lips and his hands and the rest of him to touch the rest of me.
He releases me and stands back, looking down at me, lighting up my skin with his sun-filled eyes.
“Lie down now,” he says.“Time for sleep.”
I’m halfway on my back when his words finally register.“What?”
“I will see you soon, Goldie,” he says, already turning for the door.
I leap off the bed and grab his arm to stop him from leaving.And feel like a total fool as his eyes turn stern.
“Do as I say,” he says and I release him automatically, knowing somewhere deep that I’ll get nowhere by arguing.We’re doing this his way.And so far, it’s been exactly what I needed.I should trust him.
