“I want more of you,” he’d told her before starting all over again.
She shivered at the heat of that memory. She turned away from the naked avatar.
“I want more. It’s all been virtual or in darkness or some kind of mind meld sex,”she said. It was everything a woman like her should abhor. But there was no denying he had used it to intrigue her and she’d found it seductive. Defensively, she tossed a shrug, and said over her shoulder,“What, don’t you think the real thing with me would live up to your fantasies? You know, there can’t be any real bonding without real intimacy. And no, the other night doesn’t count because you came to me when I wasn’t ready.”
“You were ready,”he drawled in that lazy Southern voice that she’d given him.“And it was me in the dark, not your fantasy of a blond Adonis. You responded to me, not some visual sex candy.”
She should have thought about making him look like some hairy ogre with Darth Vader’s voice. He laughed softly, reminding her that he was able to catch images of her thoughts.
“What makes you think that would stop me from touching you?”he asked.
“But I wouldn’t be turned on,”she retorted.
“Tsk. Shallow.”
She shrugged. The bait had been giving her the power to create an image. She’d taken it and created something she’d personally find attractive.
“I’m not into ogres,”she said.“If I were, then you wouldn’t look so pretty right now. What I’m saying is, had I known, I wouldn’t have fiddled with that program, and you would still look like Derek’s version of Tarzan of the Big Man Boobs.”
He laughed again. Her own lips curved up reluctantly and she added,“I know, I know. This is a ridiculous conversation.”
He came up behind her.“You forgot something.”
“What?”
“That I’m turned on by you.”His hands settled on her shoulders, squeezing gently.“That I’m dreaming of having sex with you. There’s nothing virtual or Hades about that.”
Helen blinked in surprise. She hadn’t had time to process what was happening to her to think of all the possibilities. She had been too busy nursing her bruised ego at having been tricked.
But her subconscious hadn’t been. In fact, it had somehow sought out the culprit and tried to tell her, at every possible turn, who was behind the avatar. Only, she’d been too busy with the physical aspects that she’d ignored her strength—her instinct.
He wanted her. Not just as someone to seduce, because people didn’t dream about doing erotic, sexy stuff to someone if they weren’t turned on by that someone in the first place. Dammit, it felt good to that bruised ego to know she could turn him on too.
“You do turn me on, Elena. In my sleep, I dream of doing you in every way imaginable. But you already know that, don’t you? I know you want more, and I was going to let you have your way with me tonight before we were interrupted. So you’ll just have to make do with another virtual date.”
She felt his hand slide over her breast and sucked in her stomach at the sudden heat of his touch on her bare flesh. She frowned and looked down. Her eyes widened at the sight of a familiar red bustier. The very same one that she’d seen earlier while she was trying to remote view on her own. Her breasts strained against the neatly tied bows. The thong was a mere scrap of cloth, not much protection from his hand.
She made a sound of disgust.“I thought that stupid garment was torn to pieces! You can’t use the same cheap slut suit on me twice!”
Before she even finished her sentence, the red bustier had morphed. She was now wearing a hot pink number, the décolletage so low and tightly held together, her breasts were in danger of poppingout. In fact, she could see her nipples... Glitter caught her eye. She shrieked.
“Tassels! You...gave me tassels!”
“You said slut suit,”he reminded her, laughter tingeing his voice.
Helen struggled half-heartedly, distracted by his amusement and the sight of his tanned hand sliding lower. She reached behind her and circled his arousal. It was hard and ready. There were a few moments of silence as their hands imitated each other’s teasing.
“When we’re into each other like this is when we’re most in sync. We don’t need any setting. Just you and me, giving each other pleasure, thinking of what we’re doing to each other.”
Thinking? There was no thinking at this point. All she could do was emit a groan. She widened her stance.
“Swivel your hips for me like you were doing,”he whispered in her head.“Slowly.”
“I’m not. Swiveling. My hips. Ooooh!”
He’d simply pulled the strip of thong aside. His intimate touch was unerringly on target.
Helen bit down on her lower lip. She could feel herself getting wet and she couldn’t help but wonder if in real life, her panties were getting wet too.
