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over his hardened abs and across his crotch. Just so very lightly, she brushed him and felt him turn into a girder beneath her fingers. He was certainly built like a human.
A groan shot through him and his whole body quaked.
She stepped back with a secret rush of pleasure. “Congratulations,” she said.
“Whoa,” he breathed, “I’m still vibrating. What did you do to me?”
She wasn’t sure herself. “It was just a touch, and barely one at that. Maybe it was what I didn’t do.”
It seemed as if he needed to sit down to get his bearings. He stepped back and ended up on her bed, but when he looked up at her, he was shaking his head.
“You’re not going to believe this,” he said with the huskiest of voices, “but I don’t think that was it. No, I don’t think so.”
“What? How could it not be? Your stomach muscles were practically in spasm.” She really was at a loss—and then lightning struck again. God, the creative process. She loved it.
“Do you think it could be that you need to touch me ?” she asked.
She was still bundled inside her igloo, and he looked her over as if to say that he couldn’t see how much touching was going to get accomplished with only her face showing.
“Here,” she said, “I’ll just move the comforter off my shoulder. See, like this.” She touched her fingertips to bare skin and quivered. “Oh! Try that.”
His fingers brushed her flesh and her igloo fell away. It dropped to the floor, revealing her tank top and bikini panties. She stood there, staring at him, wanting to gasp, gasping deep in her soul where shudders start. That was the moment she knew that something momentous was going to happen to her tonight. He was going to touch her in ways she’d never been touched before, redefine the very word, touch. And not only that, she wanted him to. Let the journey begin. It was only a dream, after all.
And she hadn’t shuddered this way in such a very long time.
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Chapter Five
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Whatever you secretly desire in life has already imprinted itself on you. All you have to do is recognize its existence…
Kerry heard his voice as if he’d just whispered the words, but he couldn’t have. He was doing something much more thrilling and terrifying with his mouth than whispering. He was showing her what she secretly desired. It was the only part of him that touched her body, his hot, whispering mouth.
“Oh!” she cried as he rolled her nipple between his teeth. She felt the sharp edges against her aching flesh, and nearly swooned with pleasure. It was sweet relief. She was stretched so taut that even a nip would have felt good. Anything that released the pressure. How she wanted his hands on her! How she wanted to be touched and squeezed and fondled until she did swoon. She would fall into unconsciousness, aroused only by each nip, by each sharp, unbearably sweet thing he did to her.
It’s a dream… it has to be … I couldn’t do this if it weren’t .
She had fleeting thoughts of turning away from him, of trying to cover herself, but that was impossible… and this was perfect. In some way, it was perfect.
She was naked and wantonly displayed for her dream lover …. The comforter had fallen away at his touch, as had her tank top, and she couldn’t remember how it had
happened. She didn’t know when her breasts had come to be bared. How her whole body had come to this wild flash point of desire.
She had to turn away.
This was her last chance.
That thought took hold of her, but when she tried, he spun her back into his arms. Her head dropped back with a gasp and weakness flooded her. Shock burned her face and her jaw fell slack. What was happening? The more powerful he became, the weaker she got, and that made her utterly breathless .
“You can’t win this game by bluffing, Kerry. You have to show your hand.”
“I’m naked,” she whispered. “Look at me. What more can I show you?”
“Yourself, show me that.”
Show him that.
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