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Mason toweled off and headed for his bed. It had been a long ass day, but he knew sleep would elude him until he dealt with the issue of his raging hard-on. Hisgiftcalled to him again as he climbed into bed and closed his eyes. His mate’s face filled his mind, the sound of her voice ringing in his ears. Drawing in a deep breath, he opened his mind to do something he swore he’d never do again.
Mason lucked out when he connected with his mate instantly in her dream state. Keeping himself invisible, he watched as she dreamt of him. No matter how hard she had tried to deny that she’d had any interest in him, clearly, she had. If not, she wouldn’t be dreaming of him now.
Their conversation replayed on a loop until she finally gave in and said yes to his request to go out. His mouth hit the floor when she stepped from behind the counter and smiled up at him. That was exactly the way he had expected her to react to him the first damn time.
SEVEN
All Jane wanted to do was say yes to the sexy-as-hell customer who had asked her out. Would it really be that bad to finally say yes for once? Stepping out and away from the counter, she came face to face with him.
“So, you’ll say yes to me in your dreams but not in real life?” he asked with a sexy smirk on his face.
“Something like that.” Jane smiled up at him. He was a good foot taller than her, which was perfectly fine with Jane. She liked feeling soft and feminine next to a man, and she definitely felt that standing beside him.
Her sexy stranger didn’t waste a single second, pulling her into his arms. He was hot and hard in all the right places, sending her into a sexual spiral she hadn’t felt in what seemed like for-freaking-ever. The scent of musk and wild male washed over her, drugging her senses. His lips were soft and warm, his tongue searching out hers. The kiss sent a volley of heat straight to her core. Good God, she could get lost in his kisses and would gladly do so.
Jane pulled back, worried about her customers seeing her make-out session. One quick glance confirmed they were the only two in the bakery. It was one of the best things about knowing when you are dreaming.
“I’m Jane. What’s your name?” she whispered. When she had first laid her eyes on him, she thought that he had looked a good deal younger than her … by like a decade or so, but she had thankfully been wrong. The slight gray stubble was there in his five o’clock shadow. As were the tiny wisps of gray scattered through his hair.
“Mason.” His mouth crashed over hers again. This time with more force. The first kiss was soft and light, exploratory. This kiss … yeah, it packed the heat and made her want to drop her panties and bend over for him right there in the middle of her bakery, consequences be damned.
Hell, it was only a dream. Right?
Jane wanted him. Far more than she had wanted anyone in more than a decade. Mason had managed to do what no other man had done since her ex. He set her body ablaze. It felt as if the blood in her veins had turned to molten lava, flowing freely through her. She welcomed the heat threatening to consume her.
“I need you, Jane,” Mason growled in her ear. His hands moved swiftly down her curvy hips before parting her thighs.
“Mmm,” she moaned, loving the fact that he was so damn vocal about his intentions.
“Do you want to feel my cock inside you, Jane?”
“Yes.” The word slipped from her mouth before she could stop it.
Mason quickly spun Jane around with her back to his chest. Lifting her arms over her head, he yanked her shirt from her body. He kissed and licked the back of her neck and shoulders.
“I want to see you with your hair down.” He reached up and set her hair free from the ponytail that held it firmly in place. Running his fingers through her long chestnut locks, he tugged her head back gently. “I can’t wait to hear you calling out my name when I bury myself balls deep into your pussy.”
Jane loved the blunt vulgarity Mason used when telling her what he wanted. It was such a breath of fresh air compared to her ex, who used medical names for body parts. It made any sort of dirty talk creepy when it was supposed to be sexy. Hearing that one wanted to lick your vulva wasn’t a turn-on. At least, not for Jane.
Mason’s fingers slipped under the waist of her jeans. He nimbly unbuttoned and unzipped them in less than a second. Pushing them from her hips, she gingerly stepped out of them and left them in a pile at her feet, along with her discarded shirt.
“Black lace. So fucking hot. I approve,” he said as his fingers slid under the lacy material of her panties.
“I’m glad,” she purred as his fingertips brushed over her pussy. She relaxed against him, spreading her hips wider to give him better access to her core.
“You’re so wet for me,” he said as he continued to kiss and lick her neck, throwing in a few nibbles for the fun of it.
“I am.” Why bother lying or playing coy like she had no idea what the hell he was talking about? They were both adults who knew what they wanted. At least in her dream, Jane was free to be as bold as she wanted. No harm, no foul. It was kind of like what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. The same concept applied here, considering it was a dream.
Mason parted her lips with his fingers and slid one into her channel.
“Oh, God!” she said, leaning her head back against his shoulder.
“Well, not God. But I don’t mind the comparison,” he teased.
“Smart ass,” she laughed, but that laugh soon turned into a series of soft moans as he slid a second finger inside of her and began a steady pace, scissoring them in and out of her heat.
