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“It’s beautiful!” Kerry stood and lightly ran her hand over
the silky material. “Something this well-preserved should be in one of the
museums around here.”

Broderick shook his head. “This belonged to my mother. Would
you like to try it on?”

“I don’t think it would fit me, but thank you.” Kerry
squatted down directly in front of the trunk. “What other kinds of secrets are
hidden in here?”

“I can’t remember the last time I looked through that trunk.
For now though, let’s go down so you can try the dress on. I’ll put my jacket
on as well.” Broderick picked up both pieces of clothing and then extended his
hand to Kerry. She accepted his helping hand, pausing for just a moment to note
the definite coolness of his flesh and then they made their way back down the
stairs.

Chapter Four

Kerry showered quickly, blow-drying her hair. Fearing the
worst, she stepped into the dress. Stunned that it covered her body much better
than she had anticipated, Kerry glanced in the mirror. Her heart soared because
it appeared as if the dress could be closed as well. Excited, she picked up the
skirt and ran down the hall to Broderick’s room. For a moment, she stopped as
her eyes adjusted to the lack of light. More time than she had thought must
have passed while they were in the attic. The sun had completely set, leaving
the passageway in total darkness.

As she ran, she pressed one hand flat to her breastbone to
hold the bodice in place. Her shoeless feet were soundless as she came to a
halt outside Broderick’s bedroom. Breathing rapidly, she tapped once and then
opened the door. The bedroom was lit only by the small bedside lamp. Kerry
stopped abruptly upon entering. Breathless before she entered, she was now
hyperventilating. Her eyes lingered over Broderick’s half naked body. Clad only
in worn jeans, he turned towards the door and Kerry could see the surprise on
his face.

Suddenly, Kerry felt foolish. Broderick had told her to come
and show him as soon as she was ready. But now, by the look on his face, the
surprise was caused by her being there at all. “I’m so sorry for just barging
in…I just wanted you to see how the dress fit.”

* * * * *

Broderick was indeed looking at her, from her beautiful long
hair, down over the long green dress, and coming back up to where her full
breasts were half exposed. He’d wondered what the prim miss would look like
with her hair down. By all means, this surpassed anything he could have
imagined!

“Other than needing some closure, it looks beautiful, Ms.
Perry. Mind if I ask where you got the dress?” Broderick watched the confusion
that suddenly filled Kerry’s eyes.

“You—”

Broderick could see tears brimming in her eyes. He shook his
head. Today had been a long day, following a very restless night filled with
strange dreams. But he was positive that he had not given this woman that
dress. Before he could think of a reply or a suitable question, Kerry spoke up.

“You did too! We were upstairs in the attic, going through
an old trunk. You found this dress and a jacket for yourself. The dress
belonged to your mother and you were dressed in a period costume.”

Broderick shook his head. “Not my mother! She detests all
this colonial crap, as she calls it. And there is no nice way to put this, but
she wears a size four.”

In less than thirty seconds, Broderick was assured he’d made
a colossal mistake. Despite the near darkness of the room, he could still see
that a shimmery wetness was now overflowing her eyes and running down her cheeks.
Cursing his lack of smoothness with women, he took a step towards Kerry.

“No!” Kerry held her hand up towards him. “I’ll take the
dress off and return it to you in the morning.” Without another word, she was
gone, running back down the hall. A few seconds later, Broderick heard her door
close with a click.

Sitting on the edge of his bed, he considered her words as
he sipped from the second glass of fine brandy he had poured himself in his
study. She had not been lying about the dress, or his being with her. Ms. Kerry
Perry was the kind of person who couldn’t lie without it being obvious on her
face. He was sure of that. Dropping back to lie across the bed, Broderick
considered the fact that Kerry seemed to be more familiar with him than what
he’d expected, considering this was the second time they had met.

Closing his eyes, he thought about Kerry. It didn’t make any
sense, but it was as if the intimacy of last night’s dream with her was true.
After spending all day fighting remembrance of the dream, Broderick took a deep
breath and let the memory wash through him. He had awakened abruptly and she
was standing beside his bed. Pulling Kerry onto the bed had released quite a
few pent up desires, and once again he told himself he was lucky it had only
been a dream, or he’d have found himself awakening to face a lawsuit or worse.

It would be a close call, but Broderick was leaning toward
thinking it would have been worth it. Even though it had been a dream, it was
the most erotic dream he’d had in years. And if the bed had not been empty when
he awoke, he’d have sworn on a stack of Bibles that it had not been a dream at
all. It was both disheartening and embarrassing to his manhood to admit that
such dreams were so few and far between since he’d inherited this white
elephant a few years ago that he couldn’t even remember the last one. Between
restoration of this place and reestablishing a law practice here, he’d had no
time for building a social life.

That had to be the only reason he’d dreamed about his prim
and proper guest. Although in his dream last night, she had looked like a
luscious, full-figured lingerie model. Smiling, Broderick remembered how real
it all seemed, right down to the silky feel of her clothing. Added to his
previous arousing dreams, the reality of seeing her a few minutes ago was going
to guarantee another restless night. He had no doubt the sight of her long
hair, naked shoulders and brief glimpse of a heaving bosom were going to star
in tonight’s dream.

Broderick shifted around in the bed, pulling the bed linens
sideways to cover himself. The room seemed much cooler all of a sudden. Turning
over, Broderick opened one eye. As he looked toward the moonlight filling the
room, it almost looked as if the moon beams were turning into a puff of fog.
Perhaps he’d not latched the balcony door earlier—

* * * * *

Kerry opened her eyes, noticing they still felt swollen from
her tears. Coming fully awake, she rubbed her eyes. It was still dark out
except for the small amount of moonlight streaming in the gap between the
curtains. Hearing the door creak, she turned toward the sound. A moment later,
Broderick was walking into her room. Suddenly, the embarrassment she’d felt
earlier came rushing back.

“I thought you were going to show me how you looked in the dress.”

Kerry shook her head, shoving her hair back with one hand.
“One of us must be going crazy!”

“You look too beautiful to be a lunatic.” Broderick picked
the dress up off the floor. “And while I am sure you would look lovely in the
dress, you are entrancing in nothing.”

Kerry blushed and realized she was naked. Before she could
make another move, Broderick had crossed to place one knee on her bed. His
mouth covered hers as he pressed her back onto the bed. She felt the same
coolness of his hands that she had earlier in the attic. Kerry lifted her hands
to his shoulders, pushing against him half-heartedly. When Broderick moved his
mouth down to the side of her neck, Kerry stopped pushing and slid her hands
into his hair.

“If I’m not crazy, then I must be dreaming. I don’t think
there can be any other logical explanation.” She stopped speaking as
Broderick’s hand shifted to cover one breast. Her breath soughed out as he
started to squeeze the soft, round orb. “Oh, God! Yes!”

Kerry lifted her hands to his shoulders, expecting to feel
the silken fabric of his jacket beneath her hands. Instead, her palms were
caressing smooth, muscular and very warm masculine skin. Trying to think amidst
her sensual haze, Kerry thought Broderick’s hands seemed so much warmer than
they had earlier. Now his hand, caressing and molding her breast, felt hot to
her naked flesh.

“I love hearing you cry out as I caress your body. I missed
hearing it over the years, my maiden girl.”

Kerry shook her head as his words didn’t make any sense. But
then, like most dreams this probably wasn’t going to be logical. Feeling his
mouth moving to enclose her nipple, Kerry reminded herself that this dream was
too good to waste her time trying to reason it out. If all she had was this
erotic dream world, then by God she was going to enjoy it!

Broderick released her nipple and smiled down into Kerry’s
eyes. When her hands pressed against his shoulders, he moved to lie back on the
bed beside her. A moment later, Kerry was straddling his upper thighs. Lowering
her mouth to his, she kissed him hotly, drawing his tongue out to meet hers.
After several moments of stroking against one another, Kerry withdrew her
tongue and moved her mouth down the side of his face. Soft kisses dotted his
jaw until she came to his earlobe. Sucking on it lightly, Kerry then slid her
lips down the side of his neck. Reacting on an elemental level, Kerry sucked on
the skin of his neck, knowingly choosing to mark his flesh.

Reaching down, Kerry rested her hands over Broderick’s masculine
nipples, her fingers curving to fit his muscles. Touching him was electric and
she eased backwards, down his body. Her hands moved to his hard cock, and
caressed and stroked until his essence oozed forth. Feeling totally unlike her
usual demur self, Kerry leaned forward again. But this time her mouth began the
truly erotic and seductive assault upon his flesh. As she continued to arouse
him, Kerry could feel the tension in his body building. If this was a dream,
she didn’t want to wake up, ever!

The world tilted, and then spun wildly a moment later as
Kerry found herself beneath her dream man. Hell, she thought suddenly. Maybe he
was a ghost! Shivering in reaction to her idea, she still spoke hurriedly.
“Protection?”

She felt the immediate reaction in his body, and a moment
later she heard a tearing sound. A few seconds later, Kerry gasped as he
entered her body, slowly at first. His slowness allowed her to feel the wetness
on her pussy as it parted to welcome his presence. For just a few seconds, she felt
Broderick pause as he felt or sensed the tight fit. Kerry realized that he now
knew, or at least guessed, that her experience was extremely limited. Lifting
her eyes to his, she felt him so intimately joined with her, but a moment later
she became less thoughtful as he thrust deeply and completely, so he was now
fully inside her body.

“Oh, yes!” Kerry cried as his body filled her emptiness.
Looking up, she saw his face, partially highlighted by the moonlight. Her hand
lifted to caress his cheek, trailing her fingers lightly across his lips. His
skin was so warm, and his lips soft. How could this be a dream?

Broderick’s mouth parted and covered her index finger.
Pausing, embedded deeply within her body, he lightly sucked on her finger.
“Feel my mouth around your finger,” he paused his sucking to explain. “Imagine
something that is a thousand times hotter, tighter and sweeter—that is how it
feels being inside you.”

A gasp escaped Kerry’s throat as she heard his words. This
was better than the dialogue she wrote in her stories! How could her dream be
more creative than she was?

“Look at me, Kerry.”

As their eyes met, Broderick began thrusting in and out of
her body, slowly. Kerry lifted her thighs and wrapped them around his hips,
deepening his entry. Her clit was super sensitized and the slightest rubbing
seemed to send her through the roof. She quickly realized by rocking her hips
back and forth, side to side and even some erratic wiggles brought her clit
pressure and manipulation as her pelvic bone moved against his. Combined with
his thrusts, just a few additional movements and an orgasm rocked her
foundation. She couldn’t stop or hide her instantaneous reaction. Her body
quivered and then her hips jerked spasmodically upward.

“Let go, my sweet. Just be free—”

Kerry stopped thinking and let the waves of pleasure sweep
through her. She met each thrust eagerly, and when his pace quickened, she
knotted her hands into the sheets. Closing her eyes, Kerry let her body savor
the sensations. When it started, she couldn’t say. The orgasm hit her like a
tidal wave, crashing down and carrying her with it. As her hips jerked, she
could feel her muscles squeezing around his hardness. His body started to pull
out of her, and unconsciously her muscles clamped down, slowing his withdrawal.

Soon, Kerry felt his heat coming deeply into her body. Her
feelings seemed as old as time. Suddenly, she wasn’t a modern woman making her
way independently through life. She was basic, primal instinct. The sensation
of his hard manhood so deep inside her was intoxicating. In that moment, Kerry
wished for his seed, hot and life making. It was a crazy, risky thought. But
she felt a little crazy, and not at all her usually prim, proper and totally
logical self. Her last thought, right before she dropped into a deep,
unconscious sleep was modern. It’s a good thing this was
just
a dream.
Safe sex and birth control had no place in a fantasy about such deeply sensual
acts such as she had just dreamed.

* * * * *

Broderick awoke suddenly. Sunlight was streaming through the
windows and he quickly glanced at the clock beside his bed. “Shit,” he muttered
as he saw it was nearly nine o’clock in the morning. Flopping back down onto
his pillow, he closed his eyes. He couldn’t believe he had slept so late. The
last time he’d slept past six was in college following a particularly wild
party involving a keg of beer. Broderick had learned a valuable lesson that
night, especially since he had a final the day he overslept. He knew his limit
was two drinks a night, period.

So why he was feeling like he had a hangover wasn’t making
any sense at all. After the unusual interlude with his houseguest, involving an
old dress, he’d downed two snifters of brandy. Something about moonlight and
fog in his room was the last thing he remembered—

Therefore, Broderick rationalized despite the throbbing in
his temples, the other part of what he thought was a memory was really just a
dream. He didn’t feel better though. Having erotic dreams about a woman who was
a stranger was just strange! Granted, maybe one dream would be reasonable. Of
course, remembering how prim and proper she had looked when he first met Kerry
only made him question his sanity. The plainly dressed “school marm” type was
not his usual choice in females.