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This is what he does…
With a faint nod of my head, I surrendered.
“An excellent decision.” Ambri smiled and smoothly slid out of his coat—it pooled around his knees. I watched, transfixed, as he removed his scarf, his suit jacket. He wore a vest whose sole purpose was to give shape and suggestion to the slender, muscled body beneath. He unbuttoned his dress shirt, rolled up his sleeves, as if preparing to get to work.
Because he is, God help me.
But there was no God here. I’d gone off the edge of my own imagination into something dark and reeking of danger. And sex. Ambri was a walking, talking incarnation of every fantasy conceivable and a few that had yet to be.
He got to his feet and stood over me, studying me. “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”
I nodded mutely and my heart nearly exploded as he planted his hands on the bed on either side of me, forcing me to lean back. His sudden nearness made me groan. Like a hunger pang. His face was an inch from mine; the heat of his breath feathered over my cheek. His nose nearly—but not quite—brushed mine as his blue-green gaze roamed. Examined. His lips followed and it was all I could do to keep from craning my mouth to taste him.
“It’s been too long since you allowed someone this close to you,” he said, low and seductive. “Too long since you felt the heat of another. Since someone gazed into your eyes—your magnificent artist’s eyes that see straight down a person and into their soul. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Someone to see intoyoursoul. To see you and say,Yes, Cole. You are everything to me. You are perfect. You are enough…”
A sound erupted in my chest as hot tears flooded my eyes. I reached for my aching cock, but Ambri reared back, moving out of my space. Too far away.
“No touching, remember?” he scolded. “Fair’s fair.”
I stifled a groan but obeyed. My hands made claws in the bedsheets, barely restrained need coursing through me like thunder. Mercifully—torturously—Ambri closed in again, the timbre of his voice now moving down my neck. Fires ignited along my skin, shooting down my back, making it arch to him. I shut my eyes, my body shuddering, aching, needing…
“I need…” I moaned. Begged. “I need—”
“I know what you need,” Ambri whispered with dark, seductive authority. “But not yet. You cannot come until I say you can. I want to relish your desire a few moments more. To feast on how badly you want me…”
I moaned again. In the dark of my closed eyes, I could sense his lips were maddeningly close to my skin but not touching, and I cursed myself for making him keep his word.
If he doesn’t touch me, I’m going to fucking die…
“No more thinking. Lie back, Cole. All your need and want and hunger… You’re going to give it to me now. It’s mine.Mine.”
I nodded helplessly, my eyes still closed, noting with some alarm that the only thing in the entire fucking world I wanted to be was his.
But the thought was burned up in the heat of the rawest lust I’d ever known. The presence and power of Ambri pushed me onto my back. I sank onto the bed and felt him come with me, leaning over me, but still somehow so far away. My hips lifted and came down, seeking him, but there was nothing.
Finally, when I couldn’t contain it another second, his honeyed voice poured into my ear. “Come for me, Cole. Come for me right now.”
Instantly, my back arched off the bed, my breath coming in desperate gasps, shortening as the orgasm climbed to a peak. I couldn’t help myself but opened my eyes to witness my imagination’s creation—a beautifully perfect man, bringing me to climax with just his words, his presence, as if there were nothing else he wanted more. As if he were made to do only this, only for me.
My flat was empty.
My own hand was wrapped around my cock, stroking furiously. The raw, ravenous need Ambri had drawn from me coursed through me, wave after wave. I trapped a gritty cry between clenched teeth as my climax erupted hotly over my fingers, shuddering as it moved through my body in heavy, hot ribbons of pleasure.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I sucked air in harsh gulps, my heart pounding and then slowing. Disappointment swooped in as the ecstasy faded. Ambri’s absence was a cold bucket of water just when I’d finally begun to thaw from my despair. When I’dfeltsomething besides hopelessness for the first time in months.
When the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life ebbed away, I sat up and glanced around, dazed. If it had been a dream, I don’t remember waking from it. Lingering too, was that ferocious curiosity. Whatever Ambri was, he was impossible, but I’d created him nevertheless. Why? Who is he?
Will he come back?
That last question burned hottest.
I cleaned myself up, then slumped back against the pillows, reality returning on icy drafts. Ambri wasn’tabsent; there was no Ambri. I’d merely woken up. And now awake, the insidious whispers that plagued me returned with a vengeance.
Your pathetic neediness has taken physical form. An imaginary friend. A beautiful man who wants only you. Who compliments your paintings and calls you extraordinary. How sad.
I groaned and rolled deep into my covers, shutting my eyes against the thoughts. But they followed me into the cold night that was colder now that my dream was over.
