In a world that seemed to slip between my fingers, he was the only constant.
His body was coiled tight underneath my greedy palms with the kind of tension that needed to be released.
I was on the brink right alongside him. My mind had conjured him up more times than I could or wanted to count, leaving me breathless night after night.
But the real Ryker was so much more than anything my imagination could build.
His lips were relentless against mine, his hands snaking on my body as if he thought he’d never get the chance to embrace me again.
I matched his intensity, the connection between us burning with need. My fingers twined at the back of his neck.
In the next stolen breath, I coiled my legs around his waist, as if daring him to lose more of his control.
His grip tightened deliciously as his hands found my thighs.
Then he whispered against my mouth, making my breath hitch, “You haunted my dreams.”
In normal circumstances–when my heart wasn’t threatening to beat itself out of my chest and into his–I might have frozen. Blushed.
In this reality, I tensed my legs, pulling him impossibly close to me.
“I dreamt about you, too,” I muttered.
He gave a satisfied groan, mouth abandoning mine so he could trail a line of kisses and small bites down my neck that made my toes curl.
“What was I doing in those dreams?” he rasped against my skin, breath hot as he licked a line right up to my earlobe and caught it between his teeth.
I sucked in a breath. The moan that escaped my throat was impossible to stop. “Driving me wild. Like you’re doing now.”
His growl vibrated through me, settling in my chest.
Suddenly, each of my senses narrowed on him. His pulse raced through my veins, my breaths filled his lungs as the connection between us pulled taut.
The border of his mind brushed against mine.
We both stopped, staring into each other’s eyes, excited, but still unsure.
When his words had echoed in me, we’d been flowing through words.
Now, we were trapped in a rhythm once more. But this one was physical. Demanding. Claiming.
The wild side of me, now uncaged, wanted to stretch the limits–dance on the border and jump over it.
My heart in my throat and heat rising in my cheeks, I let my mind wander back to those dreams. Flashes of reddened skin. My tongue swirling around his fingers. His hands in my hair, pulling.
I let them infuse the edges of my thoughts and course through my body until the hairs on my arms stood up.
With a gulp in my throat, I gently, hesitantly pushed them against the pulse of him in my mind.
I didn’t truly know what I was doing–just that I wanted to try.
The groan which vibrated in his throat was all the answer I needed that Ryker had, indeed, received the message.
My fingers dug harder into the back of his neck.
More images invaded my mind.
These were new.
