Dream Keeper (Dream Team 4)

He shook his head.

Dropped his hands from my face.

Looked away.

Swallowed.

“How you were harmed by that?” I suggested softly. “How you needed that as a kid? For them to respect each other and you?”

He didn’t answer.

He stared at the coverlet at the end of the bed.

So I took his face in my hands and made him look at me.

“And how you see that if you have Juno and me in your life, you’ll have that?” I whispered.

He didn’t say anything but there was something burning deep in his black eyes. Something so intense, it was like his irises were molten. Rippling. Undulating.

Fascinated by that, I kept whispering when I said, “I have travel mugs, Auggie.”

“I need to fuck you,” he rumbled.

Oh yeah he did.

And I needed that too.

So we’d decided not to do that.

Plans change.

And you roll with it.

I was so rolling with this.

“Oh—” I breathed but didn’t get the “kay” part out.

I was on my back and Auggie was on top of me.

He was kissing me, and he was touching me, and before I even registered how much I liked the taste of his tongue in my mouth, his weight on my body, his hands were in the tee and it was going up.

He arched away and I lifted my arms for him to get rid of it, and there I was, in his bed wearing nothing but a pair of pink lace panties.

And Aug had a hand in the bed, straight-armed, looking at me like he was about to take a bite out of me when it happened.

The same thing that happened in the entryway at my house.

It was so much, and yet it was still simple.

I needed him.

So I put a foot in the bed, heaved up, caught him on the go with one of my arms, and he was on his back, and I was straddling him.

I went after the drawstring on his pajama pants.

He curled his fingers around my wrists and did an ab crunch up to sitting.

“Pepper,” he murmured.

“Get these off, baby,” I panted, trying to pull my hands away from his hold.

He could deal with his pajamas.

I was going to get rid of my panties.

“Pepper,” he repeated, not a murmur this time, and he shook my wrists gently.

I looked at him.

And I stilled.

Completely.

“Baby, I’m gonna fuck you,” he said the words that were stamped in his expression. “You’re not gonna fuck me. But first, I’m gonna eat you. Then I’ll fuck you. There’ll be times I’m down with you going for it with me, but I’m into control so either you chill out and let me take my time, or I’m tying you down and then I’ll take my time.”

I was wrong.

I wasn’t panting before.

Because I was panting now.

“You gonna chill out?” he asked.

“Y-yes,” I stammered, squirming against the shaft of hardness I was sitting on and wondering if that was the right answer because I also kinda wanted to be tied down.

“Kick off your panties as you roll over, onto your back,” he ordered.

“Oh…kay,” I whispered.

I did that and I didn’t waste time doing it.

Auggie watched me do that.

Total turn-on, him watching.

When I was as he told me to be, he took his time bending to me, taking my mouth, kissing me.

As usual, the heat quotient escalated fast, but when I was about to become swept away by it, I checked myself.

He was into control.

And I was into letting him have it.

I got my reward.

Auggie lowered his weight to me.

In short order, I found that he’d lied.

He was not going to eat me first, then fuck me.

Nope.

First, he kissed me dizzy. He did this while he touched me everywhere he could reach.

Then he cupped my breast under the swell and bent to it, lifting it to his mouth, swirling the nipple with his tongue, before sucking on it until I was writhing under him.

He did the same to the other one.

He spent some time exploring the skin of my belly and the round of my hips with his lips, tongue and teeth, before he spread my legs apart.

So by the time he settled between them, I was so far from chilled out, it wasn’t funny.

The only thing I knew outside of feeling the things he was making me feel was that I was going to let him do whatever he wanted to do, because from all experience, he seriously knew how to do it.

But I had no idea.

No idea.

I should have, with the way he kissed. How it made me wild. The way he took over. The way everything but Auggie and what he was doing to me was the only thing in my head.

But I didn’t put the two together.

It didn’t hit me that, since he could make me wild kissing me, if he kissed another part of me, what would happen.

And it happened.