“I’m so sorry.” A sad expression covered her face. “Your father just passed most. It has to be hurting you.”
“Yes.”
She stroked my arm. “My grandma used to tell me that when someone passed away that you loved, it was normal to have odd dreams about them.”
Researching Ava’s background long ago, I knew of her parents’ death. It had been a car accident. Her father had been intoxicated. The coroner reported several drugs in both her parent’s system. Ava had been sleeping in the back of the car. It was a miracle that she hadn’t died with them.
Without hesitation , the state had given custody to her grandmother.
Ava’s voice grew soft. “When my parents died, for weeks I would dream about sitting in a broken car.”
I hated that through that.
She whispered, “Do you want to talk about the dream?”
“No, I’m okay.” I turned away from her and sat on the edge of the bed.
I’m used to death. Why would I wake up like that?
I shook my head. “Just give me a minute. I’ll be fine.”
“Death is not easy. You don’t have to be fine, and you can take more than a minute.” Ava leaned toward me and landed a kiss on my back. How the hell was such a tiny ballerina, so warm and soft, yet strong and protective at the same time?
Forget about the dream. I finally have Ava. Focus on her. She’ll save me.
I lifted my head and stared into the shadows on the wall.
“Anytime you need to talk to someone. . .” She scooted closer to me and leaned her warm body against mine, comforting me down to my soul. “Anytime you need. . . a hug, someone to talk to. . .anything. . .I hope you feel okay with coming to me.”
How easy would it be, to come to Ava anytime I needed her? And it would be every minute of the day. But I had to gain control, when it came to her. She had no idea what I was capable of and how badly I wanted her.
Would she open herself so easily to me, if she knew how long I had been watching her?
I turned to Ava. “I will see you more, regardless.”
“Good.”
“And I’ll be wanting more than a hug.”
She grinned. “I’m not guaranteeing you’ll get more, but I’m open to those discussions at a later time.” She rose onto her knees and wrapped her arms around me, pulling my back against her breasts.
And then the dream withered away as those stiff nipples pressed against my skin.
I grunted unable to tame the wild beast inside of me. “Are you tired?”
“No.” Her lips feathered over my throat.
My cock grew stiff as a fucking bat. “I heard that a beautiful woman was the best thing for nightmares.”
“Really?” She landed kiss on the back of my neck. “Who told you that?”
Fast, I turned her around, planted that small frame on the bed, and hovered over her. “Are you questioning my sources, Ava?”
She grinned. “I’m simply wondering how a beautiful woman could help with nightmares.”
“Let me show you.” I devoured that mouth.
She wrapped her arms around my neck. Passion bridged between us. My tongue slid between her soft lips. My hands trailed over her body.
No longer was my father, mother, Sasha, or the past deaths of others in my mind.
Last night, I fucked her against the wall. We passed out after that. But I learned a lot about her body in that hot session. Already, I understood where to touch her to make her groan and grab the sheets. Already, I knew where to stroke and caress her. Already, I could make that pussy clench.
Already, I knew how to make her beg.
Excitement lay in her eyes. She opened her legs in wicked anticipation. But I didn’t thrust my hard cock into her. Instead, I lowered and put my mouth between her legs. I licked her. I tasted her. I drove her into a frenzy.
In no time, Ava came against my mouth. Her hands gripped my hair. Her hips rocked toward me. “Misha! Oh God!”
Already, I knew how to make her scream my name.
And there was so much more I yearned to show her. I kept lapping at that sweet pussy. I craved her so bad. I rubbed my cock against the bed just to get a little relief.
But I had to prove a point.
I may have woken up from a nightmare like a kid, but I’m a man, Ava.
Minutes passed, and I still couldn’t stop licking. I brought her to the brink of another release. Her body spasmed. Tears spilled down her cheeks.
Orgasming hard against my mouth, she cried out, “Oh. . . my. . .God.”
Damn it. I didn’t want you to be done. How I wish I could lick this pussy forever.
My face was wet. My body shook with hunger. I rolled away and stood, trying to calm myself before I slammed my cock into her.