Two men stood at the curbing at the edge of the avenue, but only one of them stood out. It was as though the atmosphere around him glowed, and her heart actually did skip a beat and then made up for the offense by beating faster.
His beaver-skinned top hat was set saucily on his head of black silky hair. His black cloak had been rakishly thrown back over one shoulder, revealing not only the cream silk lining but the breadth of his obviously muscular chest.
Sassy’s gaze traveled up to his face, and unconsciously a small breath of air escaped her lungs and swished up her throat; she heard herself audibly gasp.
He was the most handsome man she had ever seen, but more than that, he was the man who had been making passionate love to her in her dreams!
This was madness. This was … and before she could complete the thought, it happened. Only this time it was different. This time he right there. He was nearby—the man of her dreams was standing only thirty feet away …
His blue eyes had suddenly locked with hers, and all at once she felt herself transported to another place.
It was a bedroom—and she recognized the bedroom, for she had been there many times in her dreams. It was as though she were in a theatre shamelessly watching herself, watching him—watching, experiencing things she had no physical knowledge of.
She was a virgin, and yet in her dream she had been his intimately many times. Now, with him so near, she saw herself naked and lying across dark silken sheets.
He was bending towards her, his blue eyes glittering, his black silky hair falling across and touching her breasts as he licked her nipple and then suckled there with expertise that sent her body into a convulsion of pleasure. His fingers moved over her flesh, and she could feel herself clench with desire as he touched …
What …? No, no—this was just schoolgirls’ talk coming back to haunt her. This had to stop. She had to stop … she tried to break with the vision. How could she know what it would feel like to have a man—how could she know …?
And then she saw something in his eyes across the avenue that told her a fact she could not deny! She wasn’t having this illusion alone. He was as well. It was so real and not only for her … but for him.
He took a step into the street towards her, and Sassy Winthrop ran as fast as her little walking boots could take her and escaped around the corner.