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She looked at him in the darkness with a heated and hungry expression.
“Kimber, what is it?”
Her hand snaked up his arm and cupped his biceps possessively. “Kiss me.”
Chapter Twelve
Kimber
Hewasnaked.
He wasnaked!
Running her hand over his arm, Kimber enjoyed the feel of hard muscle and smooth, warm skin. Her fingers traveled over his bare chest and ribs. Her mind was fuzzy, as if she wasn’t completely in control of herself. Perhaps she was still sleeping… she’d been having the most amazing dream about a castle with turrets that disappeared into the sky. The building was all round and smooth edges that effortlessly connected one area of the massive structure to the next. Long narrow windows held stained glass with a greenish backdrop and colorful symbols artfully worked inside each panel. Inside, the castle floors were lined with gold and dark green, the walls slate gray and shining with gold dust.
It was the most luxurious and odd-looking place she’d ever seen.
And it had felt like home.
Even now, as she reached for Ethan, the sensation that she knew that place, that it was a part of her and she needed to get back there, was strong. Ethan had been in the dream. Though she hadn’t seen him, she’d felt his presence lingering in every corner. She’d felt joyful knowing he was there, as if they were supposed to be there together.
When she opened her eyes, she saw his face for only a moment before he faded into the blackness of the room. She’d woken up wanting him, needing him, with a frenzy she couldn’t explain.
The dream had shown her something she’d known all along. They were meant to be together. And she was going for it. Her life was a mediocre replay day after day. Work, problems. More work. More problems. Ethan was new and exciting, and he wasright here. And she was going for it. So what if it had all been a dream? What was wrong with a brief fantasy?
His sexy body rolled on top of her, and she gasped. Looping her arms around his neck, Kimber hooked her right leg over his hip to hold him close. The room was chilly and damp from the rain and he was the warmth she needed. His masculine scent wrapped around her. It was familiar and intimate, and she drank it in.
Dipping his head, Ethan took her lips as a growl rumbled deep in his throat. The kiss was deep and all-consuming, pulling her in until she was dizzy from the force of it. Shivering, she gripped his biceps and gave herself over to him. Whatever he wanted, she was all in.
She wished she could see him, but the room was so dark. Even the lightning outside the window was fading and she absently noticed the rain seemed to have let up.
“Kimber.” It was a question and a demand all in one.
She nodded and lifted her hips, pressing herself against him. His hard length jutted against her abdomen, and she grinned. He was all in, too.
“Tonight’s been a disaster,” she whispered. “Let’s fix that.”
Taking his cue, Ethan worshipped her body as if giving her pleasure was a penance or his sole purpose in life. Kissing and touching every inch, stroking where she needed it the most and then doing it again, teasing and tasting until she was writing on the bed, barely hanging on.
She cruised his muscular body with her hands and splayed her fingers through his soft chest hair and smoothed lower. Every inch of him was a pleasant surprise—the smoothness of his skin and hard ridges of his musculature. The way his skin tasted as she kissed along his shoulder and the curve of his neck.
Ethan moved over her and covered her breasts with his big hands, kneading them softly as he kissed between them and worked lower. His palms brushed against her nipples, then moved over the stiff peaks in light circles. Moaning against his neck, she dug her nails into his shoulders. He kissed her belly and gripped her hips with strong fingers, then nuzzled between her legs and teased the apex of her thighs with the tip of his tongue.
Trying to stay quiet was nearly impossible as he pleased her. Itwasimpossible when he thrust his tongue inside her and worked the sensitive knot of nerves at her center. Her fingers curled into the sheets as she whimpered quietly, trying to hold it in as wave after wave of pleasure assaulted her. He whispered her name and went back for more, lapping and stroking her with his tongue until she shattered against his mouth.
Stars burst behind her eyes. Ethan moved his body over hers again and kissed her long and hard, sharing her own taste as he urged her legs farther apart with the nudge of his knee. She complied and reached to feel his hard length, but he diverted and lowered himself against her. His hand wrapped around the base of her neck as he thrust himself into her. He was so thick, filling her up to the point of pleasurable pain until he seated fully inside her. He went completely still and kissed her while she adjusted, but she didn’t want to wait.
Arching her hips against him, Kimber urged him to move in the way she needed the most. He smiled against her lips and began an amazingly fluid thrusting of his hips that drove all of him against every sensitive inch inside her.
All the tension and budding pleasure exploded. Burying her face against his shoulder to hold back her sounds and failing terribly, Kimber lost herself completely to what he was doing to her.
Her mind drifted. Like she was floating on another plane, aware but not aware. A faded purple hue surrounded her, but it was more than color. It was tangible, like colorful particles in the air that encased her in a glowing shroud. She could filter them through her fingers, where they glistened like tiny gems.
Ethan’s deep moan and hard thrusts pulled her back to him. He pressed his forehead against hers and shuddered hard as he emptied inside her. She held him tightly as he relaxed on top of her. His breath moved in and out in time with hers.
A wonderful sense of peace and calmness fell over her. Smiling, Kimber softly caressed the hard muscles in his back until he rolled beside her, and they faced each other again. She felt incredible. So relaxed and warm. The need to touch him was overpowering. Sliding her hand over his arm, Kimber sighed at the relief of feeling his skin. Scooting closer, she moaned happily as he put his arm over her body and held her close. It seemed to natural, so perfect. No regrets. No what-ifs. Just pure contentment being in his arms.
“I’m glad I got into the wrong bed,” she said lazily.
