Come by Becca Jameson Page B

one side broke the magic. “You’re mine, bitch.” His words reached deep inside her, penetrating every cell and shaking her to the core. In a flash, the orgasm she’d experienced vanished from her memory, replaced with fear.
    She gripped Rafe’s arms tightly, but it wasn’t enough. The faceless voice to her side interrupted again. “I’ll fucking get you, bitch.”
    Katy screamed. She bolted upright, her eyes wide as she stared around the room.
    She was alone. It had been a dream—that turned into a nightmare. What the hell was wrong with her?
    She gasped for breath, her heated skin chilling against the night air as the covers had fallen to her waist when she sat up, leaving her naked chest covered with goose bumps.
    Katy wrapped her arms around her as she drew the blanket back up and lay down once more. She shivered beneath the sheets.
    What a strange premonition. Eerie.
    It took her a long time to catch her breath and get her heart rate to slow. The imaginary voice of someone threatening her wouldn’t fade.
    When she finally fell asleep, she was restless, barely sleeping more than a few hours before morning. After watching the sun slowly rise through the window, she stayed in bed, drifting in and out of consciousness as she attempted to catch more sleep.
    Katy’s cell beeped from where she’d left it by the front door the night before, and she dragged herself out of bed, pulled on a robe, and shuffled to the front room about noon.
    She smiled as she glanced at the message. “Dinner?”
    After her weird night with Rafe, the master of her body, he wanted date number four?
    She was almost surprised and secretly relieved. She might have spent an inordinate amount of time wallowing in bed to avoid facing her emotions where Rafe was concerned.
    Katy liked him. A lot. More than she should.
    He had secrets. Or at least one of them. She had to fight with her mind to avoid straying in that direction. She couldn’t imagine what sort of skeletons a man could have that would keep him from wanting to disclose them.
    She almost felt insulted he couldn’t trust her enough to reveal the private details of his life. Maybe that was the point. Perhaps she should lighten up and give him a chance. After all, every time they were together was another opportunity for Katy to prove herself worthy of his trust. And she desperately wanted to earn that trust. Was it a conquest? Or did she really like Rafe as much as her body insisted?
    Maybe he was divorced. Or had a kid. Or two. Maybe he’d been in jail. The possibilities were endless, and she busied herself cleaning her condo for a few hoursto avoid dwelling on Rafe too much. Every time her thoughts wandered back to him, she had to fight to keep from masturbating. Not that she had anything against the act. She could easily enjoy a half hour with her vibrator like any other red-blooded woman.
    What bothered her was the places her mind strayed when she visualized Rafe—over her, inside her, under her… When she got in the shower around two, she was a ball of arousal. If she met him for dinner in this high-strung state, she would maul him and make a bigger fool of herself than she had the night before.
    As the conditioner rinsed from her hair, Katy took the spray nozzle off the wall and rinsed her body.
    She gritted her teeth and stiffened when the water hit her clit. She couldn’t fight the need another minute. Planting her free hand on the wall to steady herself, she directed the spray intentionally between her legs and spread them wider.
    She tipped her head back and moaned as the water worked its magic against her clit. Normally it would take her much longer to get off this way, if at all. But not today. Her body was primed and ready. Her legs shook with the effort to remain standing. If the nozzle had been long enough she would have given up the fight and lay down on the tile to finish herself off.
    Instead, she locked her knees and aimed the spray closer to her pussy, not