by J. S. Scott
Ten o’clock approached, and I slipped under the white satin sheets that I’d selected for the occasion. Red on white. Was it too much? Too Valentine’s Day-ish?
Stop overthinking.
I sat upright and scanned the room. Was I hearing Levi’s voice or was I simply paranoid now that I knew we had a psychic connection that dated back to my days of playing on a swing set?
I laughed at that notion, but it wasn’t really a laughing matter.
I laid back on the bed and tried to relax.
If I could go to sleep, I’d enter a different kind of fantasy. If I could drift off…away from the day and into the night…I might…sleep.
“There you are,” he said, a husky edge in his voice.
I turned and took in the large room I’d just entered. Candles were lit. Chocolates and strawberries were on a silver tray resting on the bedside table.
And roses.
Red and white roses were everywhere. Petals were strewn across the bed. Long stemmed flowers were in vases throughout the room.
No one had ever gone to this much trouble for me.
“Damn. Stand right there. Let me look at you.” A carnal growl slipped from his moist lips. “Christ! You’re beautiful.”
As soon as he stepped away from the window, I noticed the scenery behind him. He must’ve been standing on a beachfront balcony. We weren’t in Houston. I’d cleaned my room and changed my sheets for this? But I’d had no idea what to expect.
And I’d do it again.
This view trumped mine in Houston.
“You must’ve pulled some hefty strings tonight if you whipped this all up by way of imagination.”
“Cupid and I go way back,” he teased, but his tone changed when he said, “Look at you. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve this moment but I can’t take my eyes off you. I’ve never seen anyone sexier.”
“Tell me,” I said, wondering where that came from.
“How about I show you. I can’t wait to run my tongue all over you.”
My heart skittered, and I took a deep breath. Uncomfortable with the more provocative compliments, I changed the subject and said, “I was afraid you wouldn’t make it.”
He took measured steps as if he wanted to revel in the building tension, the temptation that would undoubtedly build into an inferno of passion, heat, grinding sex, and lots of fulfilled promises, promises we’d made to one another many years in a row.
We were going to figure it out, figure out how to see one another, all of one another, in the comfort of our dreams.
“You kept your promise,” I said. “You made it here.”
“I’d never break a promise to you. And I was fucking determined to give you the Valentine’s Day you deserve.” He lifted his hand and slowly inched his fingers closer to my face. As if he were afraid he wouldn’t be able to touch me, he withdrew right before he brushed my skin.
The not knowing was killing me. I wanted to touch him. I needed to kiss him.
I closed the distance between us, and wrapped my arms around his neck. I immediately exhaled, loving that I could feel his hard chest beneath mine as I breathed him in, sucked in the moment, and just enjoyed being close to him.
“I want to lay you down on that bed and fuck you until neither one of us can move,” he breathed, nuzzling my ear.
“If you don’t, I might hold it against you,” I said, coming to terms with the fact that our first time together would definitely unfold in this dream. It wasn’t ideal, but it wasn’t imperfect.
I wanted this man any way I could get him.
I could feel the heat of his skin warming mine. I could feel his erection against my belly. I could feel…Levi.
My hand dropped to his bare chest, and I traced the jagged scar from his collarbone to his chest. “All I ever wanted to do was make it better for you,” I whispered, my heart aching from remembering all the pain he went through because he’d wanted to save an unknown woman from harm.
Slowly, I was piecing together all the bits of memories that had been missing.
“Not now,” he said, bringing my hand to his lips. “Right now, we’ll enjoy our time together. Our past doesn’t matter.”
“My possibilities have more to do with right now than what we’ve meant to one another through the years,” I confessed.
“Then show me,” he said, stalking me until my knees hit the back of the bed.
I was seated then, but didn’t really remember my ass hitting the bed. His jeans were off but I hadn’t removed them. Did he?
I reached out for him desperately.
“You’re getting ahead of yourself,” he said, sliding his hand up my cheek and into my hair. “We have all night.”
“But if we don’t…”
“We do,” he said. “Trust me.”
“Because you’re psychic.”
“No. Because I don’t want anything or anyone more than I want this moment right now with you.”
His lips seared mine in an explosive kiss as he pushed me against the bed. His tongue worked inside my mouth, kissing me into a state of eroticism. My nipples were on fire. His lips teased one while his fingers played with the other, and I moaned from the pleasure that his mouth gave me.
“Let me touch you,” I pleaded, sliding my hand down his chest. I needed him more than I needed to second guess any of this, and until he was inside me…
I felt the warmth of his cockhead, and rubbed the back of my fingers against his straining shaft before grabbing a good grip, and stroking up and down.
“Um. That’s nice, gorgeous. Too nice.”
I smiled at the aroused look on his face. I wanted him to move against me. I needed him to thrust inside me, ease that burning desire that wouldn’t be cooled, couldn’t be cooled, until he stroked away the dull ache that had been there for what seemed like eternity.
He gently pulled my nipple between his teeth, and closed his lips around the tiny bead, suckling until I was bowing my back and pleading for more.
I needed a more definite connection.
I wanted the pummeling strokes, the seedy growls, the carnal pleasures that only he could give me.
We’d waited for this.
We’d dreamt of it.
We’d tried to bring our bodies together more than once.
Now…we could. And it was driving me crazy.
“More. More. More.”
His kiss silenced me as his fingers plunged inside me. When had I removed my panties? When had I disposed of my lingerie?
“Wish it. Command it. It’s yours,” he rasped. “It’s your night.”
It suddenly hit me that Levi had made it possible for anything I wanted to happen in a heartbeat. I didn’t know how, but I knew it was true.
“If I do that, you’ll be fucking me for the next four hours.”
“Careful, lover, because I might,” he said, his fingers dipping into the soft recesses of my pussy. He rose over me, and watched as he pumped his firm digits inside me, the expression on his face intense.
Watching himself pleasure me seemed to satisfy some sort of primal urge.
It was sexy and surreal.
There was pleasure. So much pleasure.
I’d never needed more than I needed him.
I’d never wanted more than I wanted him.
I wanted him between my thighs. I wanted his body to move over mine with such precision and speed that I couldn’t comprehend what was about to happen between us next.
He shifted his body, and his tongue quickly entered me, and I gasped as I realized my “wishes” materialized with as much speed as I’d hoped.
I had no idea what kind of magical world Levi had put us in with his psychic powers, but at the moment, I didn’t give a damn.
He pushed my thighs apart, and struck out at my pussy with a lightning fast tongue, driving into me with such exactness that I swore under my breath.
Anticipation was my orgasm.
His eagerness was my elixir.
His body housed evidence of pain in his life. It was scarred and imperfect, but his flaws didn’t make him damaged.
It made him more appealing, more attractive because Levi had lived through it. His stubborn, hardheadedness had brought him through it.
I closed my eyes, and let him take me to the brink of pleasure, but my mind kept churning with everything I wanted to feel with him in reality.
I didn’t want to consummate our relationship here, not in the dream world, not like this. We needed to wait. We needed to discover more about one another in the real world. Then, when we came together, everything would be right and perfect.
“Ah sweetheart,” Levi rasped.
For some reason, his urgency slowed. Perhaps he had shared my thoughts. Maybe he wanted to wait until we were physically together again. We could fuck in our minds, but it wouldn’t be as fulfilling, would it?
When we finally made love, I wanted him on top of me in my bed, and driving into me with such force that I’d cry out his name, and rake my nails down his back until neither one of us would doubt that we were together.
“Shit,” he said, rolling away from me. He rested his arm over his eyes, and released a burdened breath.
“What?” I immediately jerked and turned my head to study him. “Was it something I did?”
“No. It was something you thought,” he corrected, rolling over to face me.
“Tell me you’re kidding.”
“I wish I was,” he said, groaning.
And that was that.
I realized it had ended because I’d wanted it to end. Now, I wanted it to begin again, and my wish wasn’t coming true.
Hours later, we were still cuddling. Thanks to my wish for passion in the real world, I’d made it virtually impossible for our dream tonight to go much further.
Levi was tender and loving. He didn’t hold it against me in the least, but he didn’t have to.
I had been just about to come when he’d rolled away from me.
Dammit! Why can’t I turn my damn thoughts off sometimes?
“Are you disappointed?” I asked, hoping that this dream would soon become part of my reality.
“In you, never,” he said, sounding resigned. There wasn’t anything more we could do about our predicament. “Just know that I’ve never wanted anyone more than I wanted you—want you—tonight. But that will never stop. There’ll be other nights, baby.”
“There must be something we can do for each other,” I said, wishing I’d let the moment have us rather than thinking about it too much. “Name it and I’ll try.”
He dragged his fingers up and down my arm. “I can think of something, but it would involve phone sex, and a little hand action. That definitely wouldn’t satisfy either one of us. I prefer this. Here, I can see you. I can feel you, or at least I can to some degree. Depth perception is off a bit now, but…”
“Very funny,” I said, dragging my hand down his bare chest and reaching for his cock again.
“But this…” I wrapped my hand around his erect cook. “This won’t satisfy you tonight.”
“No, not tonight,” he said truthfully.
Whatever crazy dream world he’d put us in was going to deny us carnal pleasure.
He straddled me, and rested his arms on either side of my head. “But I’m interested in far more than one night. And so are you.”
Chapter Eleven
Amy
We spent the next two weeks talking whenever we had a free moment. Levi wasn’t able to return home the first week, as he’d planned. The Miami mall was a complete disaster, and his company had been hired officially for consulting purposes.
Since Hayden was on her honeymoon, I spent a lot of time at the office. Demi and I split up the call times, which made working overtime a little easier to handle, but we were definitely feeling Hayden’s absence.
Demi mentioned meeting for lunch on Saturday, but I politely declined. I hadn’t told her how things with Levi had progressed, so I didn’t want to reveal that my secret lover was returning later that evening.
“If you change your mind or if Levi misses his flight, give me a call.”
I looked up from my computer and grinned. “Somebody’s been talking to Mac.”
“Somebody forgot to mention she was getting along rather well with her brother-in-law’s brother.” She shrugged her shoulders. “And Mac is a dream.”
“Let’s hope not,” I said, giggling.
“He is…” she sang, completely unaware of what I’d first implied.
“We’re both guilty of keeping our secrets,” I said, thrilled for Demi. She and Mac looked like a great pair and shared mutual interests.
“Want me to lock you in?” Demi asked, flashing a handful of keys.
“No. I’ll go ahead and finish here, and head home in a few. See you Monday.”
She waved farewell, and a few minutes later, I heard her speed away on her motorcycle. I silently wished I had enough guts to ride away on two wheels. I’d have more luck crossing a busy intersection in the middle of rush hour.
The front bell jingled, and I looked up in time to see a massive form enter. I couldn’t make out the man behind the roses, but if two dozen roses were any indication, my intruder in denim jeans and a black jacket was none other than… “Levi!”
I leapt to my feet, and practically jumped into his arms. Fortunately, he set aside the flowers when he saw how quickly I’d left my post behind the desk.
“Hey gorgeous,” he said, throwing his arms around my waist, and dragging me against his body. “I missed you.”
“Ditto,” I crooned, standing on my toes so I could enjoy a proper kiss.
As if he remembered our whereabouts around the same time that I did, he backed away with a sheepish look. “What time do you lock up?” His smile didn’t change, and that solid erection didn’t diminish. I bit my lip, and made a show out of noticing.
“Keep it up and I’ll take us in the back, and pick up where we left off on Valentine’s Day.”
“You probably wouldn’t want to do that here.”
“Yes, I would. Give me a reason you wouldn’t.” He kicked the front door closed, and turned the lock. “Forget the reason. It’s a date. Now.”
As much as I wanted to go with it, and let Levi have his way while giving me mine, I couldn’t. A minute earlier, I might have gotten down and dirty with him, but now it wasn’t possible.
I jabbed my finger at the window. “Mrs. Carpenter and her pot belly pig just pulled in.”
His disappointed look was priceless. He eased me to my feet, and glanced over his shoulder. “Will this be an emergency?”
“It always is. Clyde’s diet includes shoes, hammers, a box of nails, and anything else Mr. Carpenter might keep in his garage.”
“Seriously?”
I nodded rapidly before steering him to the side office away from the reception area. “Wait for me here?”
“Give me something to think about?” The play in his voice matched the mischief in his eyes before he ran a lone finger between my breasts. “First thing that comes to mind. Tell me.”
I couldn’t pop out something sexy on a whim.
Mrs. Carpenter rang the after-hour’s buzzer. “Hello? Anyone in there?”
“Go,” I mouthed, pushing him into my office. Before I closed the door, I made a pointed remark, “I can’t wait to pick up where we left off, but I want more than what we had in our dreams. I want your cock inside me, thrusting and grinding until we’re both completely satisfied.”
I shuddered, blushed, and closed the door. Squeezing my knees together, I cursed the very image that I’d created. I was so fucked.
Unfortunately, our good times together would have to wait until I sent Mrs. Carpenter and Clyde on their merry little way.
MMM
Levi
If I ever got between those soft thighs again, dream or not, I wasn’t moving.
I grinned at the thought. Men my age enjoyed that racy belief that
we were full of steam and throttles, but the fact of the matter was, I wouldn’t be surprised if I blew before I ever started fucking for the finish.
My dreams with Amy were profoundly intense. We’d talked about everything over the last two weeks on the phone, and found that we easily remembered the discussions we’d had in the past.
I stifled a yawn.
There wasn’t much rest for the horny.
She kept me awake night after night, but I didn’t care all that much. I was keeping my eye on the future prize.
If she needed to postpone the final deed until marriage or something, I’d call a damn clergyman tomorrow.
If she’d just wanted to wait until we could do the deed for real, then I wasn’t moving from this office until I had her sweet body bent over this desk.
As I grew impatient waiting for her, I noticed a picture of Amy and Hayden on the corner of her desk. I couldn’t help but feel nostalgic. I remembered her when she looked like this. After Germany, after we’d both developed more as adults, I couldn’t ever see her face clearly in my dreams, but I remembered her as a teenager. I recalled those braids, and even remembered when she wore braces.
I’d once teased her about the train tracks, and she’d promised to turn my dreams into midnight horror shows if I ever made the same mistake again. I made a pact, in and out of my dreams, to never insult her again.
My girl had a temper.
“What’s keeping you,” I muttered, trying to resist the prowling urge. I wouldn’t want her rummaging through my stuff, right? On second thought, I wouldn’t care if she ripped my office apart.
I didn’t have anything to hide.
Amy wouldn’t want to keep secrets from me, either. She never had.
As soon as the thought left my mind, I noticed a pink call back note.
Amy. Darren called. He’s back from the Rockies. He wants to see you. Says you have some of his stuff. I told him you burned it. He’s stopping by your place on Saturday around four. Sorry. I tried to tell him you wouldn’t be there. The nerve of this guy. He’s no Levi.