The dream seemed real enough. It came the same time each night, just minutes after Sara switched off the bedside lamp and snuggled beneath the fluffy white comforter which graced her Queen Anne bed. And the dream was precisely why she went to bed at exactly eleven o'clock. Not a moment before and not a moment after.
"Hello, my sweet." The words blew across her skin like the faintest brush of the wind.
Scrunching her eyes tighter, Sara rolled to her back, arms spread wide. "You're back." She felt the touch of warm lips against the inside of her thigh and sighed.
"Did I not tell you I would return?"
The voice carried a slight trace of a European accent, and Sara longed to see his face. But he only came to her beneath the cover of night, deep in the darkness of her dreams, allowing her only the briefest glimpses of sexy, blue eyes every now and again. Though it saddened her that she couldn't see him, she reveled in the times she could hold him in her arms.
"What are you thinking about, love?" His hair tickled her leg, and she shivered.
"That I wish I could see you."
His hands cupped her ass. "All in good time."
"You've said that before." She couldn't keep the petulance out of her voice.
The mattress shifted beneath his weight, making Sara wonder if she was more than a little crazy. Way more. "Do you trust me, Sara?"
Hysterical laughter bubbled up in her throat. "Trust you?" I don't even know you. Besides that, you don't really exist! You're a figment of my imagination!"
He tsked and ran a long, wet tongue from the juncture of her thigh to her bikini line. "Do I not feel real to you then?"
She squirmed beneath his touch. God, yes, he felt real, but if she were to open her eyes, he would disappear. "Tell me your name," she demanded, knowing she was asking the impossible. Imagined men did not have names.
"My name is Luke."
Her eyes popped open, but she saw nothing save the wind stirring the curtains in front of the open window. "Where did you go?" On a moan, she flung one arm over her eyes. In a matter of seconds, the warmth of his touch returned. "Luke?" Her voice broke, and this time, she dared not open her eyes.
"I am here."
"Where did you go?"
"Sara, you must be patient." Wickedly clever fingers tiptoed over the indentation in her waist, and Sara wished, not for the first time, she had a model-perfect body instead of the overabundance of breasts, hips, and thighs genetics had given her.
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An enticing blend of paranormal and contemporary erotic short stories. Best Friends Olivia and Ethan have denied their feelings for as long as they can, and now, with the guilt of their memories, they come together to explore the passions they've long banked. The Good Lawyer: When Deidre Manning's days get long, she allows herself to escape into wild fantasies. Locked inside the sanctuary of her office, she enjoys more than just the satisfaction of the moment, especially once a visitor makes it a party for two. The Perfect Employee: A perfect employee takes a walk on the wild side with the man who signs her paycheck. Once Upon a Time: A matchmaking witch puts her magic to good use to help one lonely woman find her Mr. Right.and this is only the beginning. Volume I of Isabella's Chronicles.
