My Secret Fantasies

Her nails dug lightly into his shoulders, her head thrown back, putting her breasts right at mouth level. He traced circles around one pink tip, making the bud tighten to pebbly hardness. He drew on her, lavishing one full breast with attention and then the other. Increasing the rhythm, he felt himself losing control. Her fingers raked through his hair. Her thighs clenched him tight. She met him thrust for thrust, as lost to the moment as he felt.

When a ragged cry left her lips, he felt the first pulses of her sex around him. Her release set off his own, their shouts mingling above the drone of the hot tub. He fell into her, spent, even as the contractions kept milking a response from him. He came and came, powerless to the sensations that drained him dry. Hell, he probably would have collapsed on her if Miranda hadn’t held him tight, her slender arms steadying him with surprising strength.

Holy. Crap.

He couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. Damn near couldn’t see straight. It took time for his breath to return, along with awareness of anything besides Miranda and the incredible way she made him feel.

“I’m taking you upstairs,” he announced, rolling to one side. He reached for more towels—fresh, dry ones—to wrap her in.

At her sweetly compliant nod, he couldn’t help but smile. If he asked her to move in with him or let him take care of her, would she agree as easily?

He guessed not. But right now, he was just happy as hell to have her in his house and on her way to his bed.

7

I’D NEVER WOKEN UP in a man’s bed before.

Sunlight streamed over my face and arms, my limbs tangled with white sheets from the time Damien had awoken me in the middle of the night and we... A smile stole over my face as I tried to remember all the incredible highlights from the night before. Being with him—every time—had been amazing. Instead of feeling like a failure, I felt like a seduction superhero. Call me the Orgasm Queen.

Of course, I have no idea if I was any good in bed. But Damien had enough sexual smarts for both of us, apparently. Besides, it was impossible to question myself now, when I still felt so freaking amazing.

“You look happy.” A voice came from behind me on the king-size mattress. A sexy, rough, he-man voice that had filled my dreams in the few stolen hours of sleep I’d had.

“How can you tell?” I turned to peer far enough over my shoulder to see that he faced me. His eyes were open, his jaw shadowed with dark stubble that made him look even more like a sexy pirate.

Immediately, I had another idea for a story. One that involved a lot of bodice ripping and a great deal of ravishing. This one would be better than anything I’d saved on that flash drive, but even so, I’d feel better if I found it.

Damien lifted a hand to my face and smoothed his fingers along my jaw.

“I’ve been watching you wake up. When I saw your cheekbone lift, right here—” he brushed it with his thumb “—I knew you were smiling.”

“Hmm.” I turned into his arms, battling a small stab of insecurity about my body. I could be thin the rest of my life and never get over that flash of instinct to hide myself. “You were watching me without me knowing. I hope you enjoyed the view.”

“Enjoy it? Lady, I can’t get enough.” A heavy hand spanned my waist on top of the sheet, and my body came to life right away. Awareness pricked along my bare arms and down to the tops of my breasts, barely covered by the sheet.

I slipped my knee between his, marveling at the heated warmth of him.

“Me, either,” I whispered as I pressed kisses to his chest. It was too soon to think about what last night had meant. Maybe if we stayed in bed all day, we wouldn’t have to think about it.

Or talk about it.

The doorbell rang, however, before I could kiss him as much as I wanted.

We separated enough to exchange glances. I knew we were both thinking about the foal. He was new enough for us to still worry about his health.

“You can stay here,” Damien assured me, when I hopped out of bed after him.

“That’s okay.” I slid into his bathrobe, since my own clothes were nowhere near. “I’d just eavesdrop to make sure everything’s okay.”

He chuckled softly while he pulled on a pair of jeans, commando. Now I’d be thinking about how naked he was under that denim.

“Maybe it’s Violet Whiteman?” He moved toward a set of blinds covering the massive windows that wrapped one side of the master suite. “Did she ever catch up with you yesterday?”

Nerves tightened my gut while I tied the sash on the heavy, Turkish terry cloth robe. I didn’t want to think about my old life intruding here on my new happiness.