“I can’t escape you, can I?” she said, feeling amused by the dream and how incredibly irresistible and sexy her subconscious made Jacob look.
It actually wasn’t much different from how he looked in her waking life, although he wore fewer clothes in the dream.
His gaze swept over her barely there black bikini. “You look so good.”
“Thank you.”
He grinned and glanced around their surroundings. “I can have you all to myself here. Nobody to interrupt us.”
“Do you want me all to yourself?” she asked.
“You know I do. But this isn’t real.”
She swung her legs over the side of the lounge chair and then got up to close the distance between them. She ran her hand down his arm. “Feels pretty real to me.”
“It does, doesn’t it?” His Adam’s apple shifted as he swallowed. “You are so beautiful. I want you so much, Amanda, I can barely keep my hands to myself right now.”
The statement thrilled her. She desperately hoped nothing would wake her up for a while as she explored all the delicious possibilities this situation presented.
She reached around to the back of her bikini top and undid it, then shrugged it off. It fell to the ground. Jacob’s appreciative gaze slid down the front of her.
She turned around to press her backside against him, feeling his erection against it, and brought his hands up to her breasts. “Then don’t keep your hands to yourself. I want you to touch me.”
He didn’t resist. He rubbed his thumbs over her tight nipples which shot a hot line of desire straight to her groin.
“This is very good,” he said as one hand drifted down her belly to slide into her bikini bottoms. He stroked his fingers against her sex. Her breath came quickly now but she didn’t want him to get the upper hand, so to speak, quite so quickly.
She turned around and undid the loose tie at the front of his trunks and slid the elastic down over his hips to free his erection. She took him in her hand. Licking a hot wet line down the center of his chest and over his washboard abs, she settled down onto her knees in front of him and took him in her mouth.
Jacob swore loudly as she worked his length with her hand and mouth, skimming her tongue along his hard, thick shaft.
She felt so free. This was what she wanted, to have him like putty in her hands. To have him moan her name over and over. When they’d made love when she was awake it had been a blur, a wonderful orgasmic blur, but she hadn’t felt in control of herself. Here, she was. It was her dream and she could do anything she wanted.
She wanted it to be real. She wanted him here with her with the sun on their bodies as they made love with no restraint or second-guessing.
“Amanda,” Jacob moaned her name. “Too good. It feels too good. I wish this wasn’t a dream. I want you so much.”
Yes, just a dream.
She licked and kissed her way back up his body while her hand still stroked his length. She concentrated on his throat, the underside of his stubbled chin, his lips that parted for her, his tongue sweeping against hers. She was so ready for him. She wanted him inside her so badly that she ached.
“My favorite dream ever,” she said out loud.
“Definitely,” he agreed.
He skimmed her bikini bottoms down her legs and then leaned over to kiss her flat stomach, parting her with his fingers so he could slide his tongue against her. She gasped and arched her back, fisting a hand into his black hair as he pleasured her with his mouth. She’d never had a dream that felt so real before.
Kissing a hot trail back to her mouth, he got to his feet and lifted her into his strong arms, a dark, frenzied look now on his face. “I need you.”
She just nodded. Yes. She needed him, too. More than he’d ever know.
He carried her back to her lounge chair, laying her gently down on her back. She looked up at him.
“This can’t be your favorite dream,” he said. “Because it’s my favorite dream.”
She groaned as he parted her legs and rubbed the tip of his shaft against her entrance. He was teasing her when all she wanted was to be filled.
“Don’t need protection in my dream,” he said with a crooked grin.
“My dream,” she said.
“Mine,” he corrected. “But let’s not argue. That’s what we do when we’re awake.”
She wanted him inside of her so badly that she couldn’t think straight, but despite the incredible pleasure she felt, she frowned. “You’re saying this is your dream?”
He nodded, and leaned forward to brush his mouth against hers. “I earned it after that scene at your house today. Your mother is fairly horrible. I don’t think she’ll ever accept me as her son-in-law.”
“This isn’t your dream. It’s my dream.”
He smiled. “Afraid not. I think I know when I’m dreaming. Now if you don’t mind, I’m trying to concentrate here. Wouldn’t want to wake up yet. You feel way too good.”
“This is my dream,” she said again. “It’s a good one, amazing in fact, but it’s still my dream.”
“Possession is nine-tenths of the law,” he whispered against her lips.
“What if…what if we’re both dreaming?” she asked, sliding her hands up to his broad shoulders. “What if this is just another manifestation of the curse?”
He frowned. “That’s impossible.”
“Is it?”
He leaned back to look at her and there was something in his green eyes that made her believe he didn’t think it was so impossible. That he was seeing that she wasn’t simply a naked figment of his imagination.
“I don’t want to wake up,” he said.
“Then kiss me,” she suggested, and he didn’t need to be told twice. He kissed her hard and deep and she tried desperately to hold on to the feeling of his body against hers, almost inside her—so close—touching, tasting the smooth, hot skin against hers. And in the next moment, all of those sensations vanished and there was no pool, no resort and no Jacob.
As she woke, she opened her eyes to find that she was staring at the ceiling, her body covered in perspiration, her bedsheet twisted around her. A dark, unfulfilled need gnawed away inside of her.
Her phone rang. She reached over to grab it and pressed it up against her ear.
“Yeah,” she managed.
“So was it?” Jacob asked quietly. “Or wasn’t it?”
She swallowed hard and licked her dry lips. “It was.”