She tried to
smother a yawn but it didn’t help. “I hit the curb when I was almost to my
house and fell. Scraped my knee pretty good. Probably should have had stitches
but didn’t, thus the scar.”
Nico covered them with her comforter he must have pulled out
of thin air. He hugged her close, running his fingertips up and down her spine.
“You’re a bit unexpected, Rose Petal.”
She liked the sound of that and relaxed into his side. She almost
drifted off to sleep and shook herself awake, checking to make sure he was
still there.
He palmed her cheek as soon as she looked up at him. “I’m
still here.”
“But are you going to be here when I wake up tomorrow?” She
traced his pecs, following each dip and curve of his muscled body.
“No. It’s only a dream.”
She glanced up at him again but he’d shut his eyes, blocking
her out. But she could have sworn sadness rolled off him. Loneliness may have
fit it better. What a strange emotion to feel coming from him. The rest of the
dream had been so wonderful. It had been perfect.
“Maybe if I cuff you to the bed you’ll still be here.” She
tried to get up but he chuckled, pulling her down next to him again.
He threw a leg over her to keep her in place but his laughter
had lightened the mood. “I don’t know what to do with you.”
On the verge of unconsciousness she kissed his chest. “Love
me, It’s all I need you to do.”
He stiffened but she didn’t care. It was her dream and she
could tell him exactly what she needed if he wasn’t actually there to listen.
She didn’t have to worry about him freaking out and leaving because that didn’t
happen in dreams.
“I don’t want it to end tonight. I don’t want you to leave.”
She yawned.
As she drifted off, Nico whispered into her hair, “For the
first time, I don’t either.”
Sun filtered in her windows the next morning through the
gauzy curtains she had covering the windows. She rolled over, knowing he wasn’t
there, nor had he ever been, but…she rolled out of a wet spot where her pussy
had leaked onto her bottom sheet. She was never that wet, not ever, even after
great sex. Well she’d never really had great sex, minus the dream sex she’d had
with Nico.
She glanced over, noticing an indentation in his—
Not his, in her second pillow.
She rolled over onto it, swearing she could still smell the
faint scent of damn sexy cologne which would have smelled amazing on him. Like
sex and orgasms and the beach, all wrapped into one yummy scent. If she could
bottle it she’d make millions. Dark and sexy and virile and mmm…damn sexy. She
ran her fingertips over the pillow, catching sight of red marks on her wrist.
“What the hell?” Cuff marks circled her wrist. She rolled
back over, halfway sitting up, focusing on her ceiling where she knew it had
been completely smooth when she’d been chatting with him the night before.
There wasn’t a hard point, a hook or any chain where he’d
fucked her in her dream that night but the ceiling definitely looked a bit
different where the hard point had been.
Or hadn’t been?
She flopped back down in bed, closing her eyes, her pussy
clenching on nothing when she remembered all the deliciously depraved things
she’d done with Nico in her dream the night before.
It’s not real. He wasn’t here.
Two questions popped into her head one right after the
other.
“Am I losing my mind?”
“Do I really care?”
Chapter Six
The questions plagued her all morning, running through her
mind, taunting her with possibilities.
Talking to Nico seemed the only plausible course of action.
She’d picked up the phone a million times to text him but she had no clue how
to start a conversation like she needed to have. “Hi, I know I only met you two
days ago—well kind of met you—and I’m dreaming about you. Every night. Not,
hey-how-are-you kind of dreams. And I think somehow you’re really there with
me.”
She flopped down on the
smother a yawn but it didn’t help. “I hit the curb when I was almost to my
house and fell. Scraped my knee pretty good. Probably should have had stitches
but didn’t, thus the scar.”
Nico covered them with her comforter he must have pulled out
of thin air. He hugged her close, running his fingertips up and down her spine.
“You’re a bit unexpected, Rose Petal.”
She liked the sound of that and relaxed into his side. She almost
drifted off to sleep and shook herself awake, checking to make sure he was
still there.
He palmed her cheek as soon as she looked up at him. “I’m
still here.”
“But are you going to be here when I wake up tomorrow?” She
traced his pecs, following each dip and curve of his muscled body.
“No. It’s only a dream.”
She glanced up at him again but he’d shut his eyes, blocking
her out. But she could have sworn sadness rolled off him. Loneliness may have
fit it better. What a strange emotion to feel coming from him. The rest of the
dream had been so wonderful. It had been perfect.
“Maybe if I cuff you to the bed you’ll still be here.” She
tried to get up but he chuckled, pulling her down next to him again.
He threw a leg over her to keep her in place but his laughter
had lightened the mood. “I don’t know what to do with you.”
On the verge of unconsciousness she kissed his chest. “Love
me, It’s all I need you to do.”
He stiffened but she didn’t care. It was her dream and she
could tell him exactly what she needed if he wasn’t actually there to listen.
She didn’t have to worry about him freaking out and leaving because that didn’t
happen in dreams.
“I don’t want it to end tonight. I don’t want you to leave.”
She yawned.
As she drifted off, Nico whispered into her hair, “For the
first time, I don’t either.”
Sun filtered in her windows the next morning through the
gauzy curtains she had covering the windows. She rolled over, knowing he wasn’t
there, nor had he ever been, but…she rolled out of a wet spot where her pussy
had leaked onto her bottom sheet. She was never that wet, not ever, even after
great sex. Well she’d never really had great sex, minus the dream sex she’d had
with Nico.
She glanced over, noticing an indentation in his—
Not his, in her second pillow.
She rolled over onto it, swearing she could still smell the
faint scent of damn sexy cologne which would have smelled amazing on him. Like
sex and orgasms and the beach, all wrapped into one yummy scent. If she could
bottle it she’d make millions. Dark and sexy and virile and mmm…damn sexy. She
ran her fingertips over the pillow, catching sight of red marks on her wrist.
“What the hell?” Cuff marks circled her wrist. She rolled
back over, halfway sitting up, focusing on her ceiling where she knew it had
been completely smooth when she’d been chatting with him the night before.
There wasn’t a hard point, a hook or any chain where he’d
fucked her in her dream that night but the ceiling definitely looked a bit
different where the hard point had been.
Or hadn’t been?
She flopped back down in bed, closing her eyes, her pussy
clenching on nothing when she remembered all the deliciously depraved things
she’d done with Nico in her dream the night before.
It’s not real. He wasn’t here.
Two questions popped into her head one right after the
other.
“Am I losing my mind?”
“Do I really care?”
Chapter Six
The questions plagued her all morning, running through her
mind, taunting her with possibilities.
Talking to Nico seemed the only plausible course of action.
She’d picked up the phone a million times to text him but she had no clue how
to start a conversation like she needed to have. “Hi, I know I only met you two
days ago—well kind of met you—and I’m dreaming about you. Every night. Not,
hey-how-are-you kind of dreams. And I think somehow you’re really there with
me.”
She flopped down on the
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