In My Dreams by Lynn Davis Page A

fervor as his orgasm raced hers to the surface.
    “Motherfucker,” he groaned into her neck, pulling her closer still, trying to merge with her down to her very cells. His biceps flexed to full capacity, keeping her ribs from fully expanding. Not that she could take a deep breath anyway. Her breath was little more than shallow, with desperate pants that left her light headed and grasping him for security.
    “ Close,” she moaned, “Almost there, almost there, almost...”
    Never one to miss a good opportunity, James flipped her over, pinning her to the bed with his weight and relentless thrusts. His arms were still wrapped around her, holding her fast to him. One hand snaked through her hair and tugged her head back so that he could attack her neck with licks and bites. Her shaking legs lifted and wrapped around his waist. One hand slapped the space above her head, the fingers of her other hand twisted in the sheets so hard she thought she might rip out a chunk of the mattress.
    “Come on!” he hissed in her ear. “That's it little girl, show me. Show me how much you missed me.”
    She growled and arched her back as much as she could under his weight and the pounding he was giving her. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth parted but no sound came out. It didn't matter. She didn't need to make a sound for him to know that he'd done his job. Her body stilled, clenched him from within, pumped against his with a tremulous moan, and then relaxed into a series of sporadic tremors that pushed him to the edge. With her pleasure secured, he could move towards his own. He tucked his head into her neck, listening to the sound of their slick bodies joining and separating with increasing speed while she panted desperately in his ear. He pushed faster, pumped hard, and jumped off the ledge of pleasure. Suspended in air he stilled, trembling; only a groan and a plaintive cry escaping his throat.
    “ Fuck, Des, fuck! Oh, fuck...”
    Then he fell, wave after wave of pleasure spilling out of him and into her still pulsing core. He died and was reborn again within her, shuddering to completion the way only she could make him.
    He came back to earth when he felt her nipping at his ear. Still inside of her, still rocking against the last remnants of pleasure, he lifted his head and kissed her gently.
    “ I love kissing you,” he said softly between kisses that were tender and hungry, just like his desire for her.
    “ I love kissing you ,” she answered, merging her words with a smile that touched his lips. “God, I love kissing you...”
    They showed each other how much for several hours that night, until they both fell asleep exhausted and full from feeding their repressed longing.

Chapter Thirteen
    James decided that they would have a morning of shopping on Rodeo Drive. For the most part, Destiny had made it clear that under no circumstances was she a charity case. She had wanted to tip waiters at restaurants and buy her own trinkets. James smiled at her independence. He had been having a good time with her and if he admitted it to himself, he wanted to see her more. He thought about what she would be willing to do when the weekend was over. He could get used to having her around. But how would he approach the subject.
    H e was able to relax around her, and that meant the world to him. His lifestyle was hectic and it took a special kind of girl to deal with all the bullshit he had to put up with. Des had done that and more. In the short time they were together, the phone calls, the changing of plans and the paparazzi hadn’t fazed her once. She had not missed a step nor did she lose her cool.
    More importantly, he liked that she lived a life that was full and had a real sense about who she was.  He had always thought that being with a woman not in “the life” would be hard because they would not understand the schedule demands.  However, Destiny from their conversations was just as busy and, in her own right, was the