Authors: Dee Tenorio

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The world is waiting for her…and he’s waited long enough.

Wander
lust

Meg Snow is having hot and wild sex with Cory Traven…in her dreams.

Four years ago he had his chance for a relationship with her. Instead, he joined the military, leaving her to endure Milcott, South Dakota on her own. Now it’s her turn for adventure and a chance to banish those erotic Cory fantasies once and for all—on a singles cruise to Jamaica.

Cory has come home for what he’d denied himself four years before. Meg. But she’s made it clear she wants anyone except him. There’s only one way to show her that what she wants and what she needs are two different things. How? Storm the beaches of Jamaica. Infiltrate his way into her bed. Breach the walls of her heart.

And show her that paradise is not in the Caribbean, but in his arms.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Wander
lust
:

Cory sat on the couch, in the dark. After their conversation on the sidewalk, Meg had practically run into her side of the duplex. She didn’t want to hear any opinion that differed from hers.

He leaned back and closed his eyes. Images of Meg drifted through his mind. She’d responded when he’d kissed her. Had they been alone rather than the middle of a family barbecue, he felt certain the kiss would have led to more. Could he sleep with her and then let her go if she still chose to leave Milcott?

After unbuttoning his shirt, he shrugged it off. Toe to heel, he slipped off his shoes. He thought about stretching out on the couch and watching the television, but he’d be dragging ass tomorrow if he didn’t get some sleep.

He went to his room, dropped his jeans and crawled into bed in his boxer briefs. Outside the open bedroom window crickets chirped. Off in the distance a motorcycle revved up and drove away. Sounds familiar to Milcott lulled his mind. His eyes grew heavy and closed.

And then he heard a soft murmur. His eyes snapped open, frozen wide as he focused his hearing. He heard it again. Next door. Meg’s window had to be open. He sat up and tossed off the covers. Going to the window, he listened intently.

He’d heard her vibrator on other nights—and a few mornings. He loved knowing her sex drive demanded release. He didn’t hear the usual rattle and hum, but moans and sighs.

“Cory.”

She couldn’t know he listened.

“I need you.” She moaned long and low.

Damn, should he go to her? He paused with indecision.

“Please.”

If she were sleeping, she obviously dreamt of him and if she were awake, could she know he stood at the open window? Did she want him to come to her bed? An hour ago, she’d made it clear that although she’d enjoyed the kiss, wanted the kiss, all they would have is friendship.

Dashing from the bedroom, he stopped in the kitchen to grab her spare house key and slipped out the front door. He stood at her door with the key in his trembling hand. After a moment, he inserted the key.
Click
. The handle turned.

He didn’t worry about walking around his side of the duplex in the dark. However, Meg lived in an obstacle course. Too much crap and not enough room. Laundry strewn about wasn’t really a problem, but he couldn’t be sure there wouldn’t be a half-full can of Diet Pepsi sitting on the floor.

Waiting until his vision adjusted to the darkness, he then moved toward the bedroom. If she slept, he’d simply slip out, return to his bed and get some sleep.

Unsure of what to expect, he paused at the threshold of her room. Meg lay in the center of the bed. The comforter lay on the floor and silk sheets twisted around her legs. One arm bent over the top of her head, and her other hand rested on her bare midriff. She wore a tiny wisp of fabric for panties and nothing else. Beautiful, round breasts rose and fell with each breath she drew. Either the cool air from the open window or the intimacies playing out in her dream puckered her luscious, red nipples.

Cory’s chest tightened. Blood pumped into his shaft. Fierce desire to climb into bed with her overpowered him, but he remained rooted where he stood. In the throes of an erotic dream, she had no knowledge that he watched her.

“Mmmm,” she moaned again. She bent her knees and spread her smooth, tapered thighs. He ached to be between those legs. His gut tightened when her fingers drifted lower on her flat tummy and disappeared into her panties. Her head thrashed once on the pillow.

“Cory.”

He took a step closer to the bed to ensure she was indeed asleep and not calling for him to join her.

The scent of her desire drifted on the air. His nostrils flared, taking in more of the intoxicating aroma. His chest expanded as he filled his lungs.

“Cory?”

Her voice, no longer muddled with sleep, questioned his presence next to her bed.

“I heard you calling for me.”

She blinked several times and leaned up on her elbows. “So you used your key to come into my house…into my room?” She sat and clutched at the sheet to cover her nudity.

He nodded. “I should’ve left when I discovered you were dreaming, but I couldn’t.” Her eyes focused on the clear evidence of how long he’d been there. His erection throbbed in his boxers and the thin fabric did little to hide his arousal.

Her lips twitched into a smile. “Well, I’m fine, just horny.”

“You called my name.”

She lifted a shoulder. “Because I was having sex with you.” She pulled the sheet a little higher. “It was a dream. I’m not responsible for the participants. Johnny Depp could have just as easily ravished me.”

Cory sat on the edge to the bed. Warm, sweet scents of woman, uniquely Meg, fragranced the sheets.

He leaned in.

She didn’t flinch, but her breathing quickened.

Threading his fingers into her hair, he pulled her into his kiss. Tentatively, he supped at her lips. Her tongue initiated. Parting his lips, he encouraged her to explore more of his mouth.

“I want to stay,” he whispered into her mouth.

Meg nipped at his lip then giggled. “That’s evident.”

He pressed his forehead to hers. His large hand cupped her delicate cheek.

She moved his palm to her lips and kissed him in the center of his hand. “But a one-time experience isn’t worth jeopardizing our friendship.”

“Actually, I think it might be.” He gave the sheet a gentle tug.

She leaned back putting distance between them. “I’ve been sleeping with you for years, Cory. Go home so I can get back to you in my dreams.” She smiled. “Not that your ego needs stroking—”

“No, not my ego.”

Meg snorted. “Goodnight.”

He stared at her sleepy-eyed beauty for a moment more, and then stood. “I’d say sweet dreams, but I’d rather you have raunchy, hot as hell, sex with me instead.”

“Go home so that I can.”

Cory navigated his way to the front door. Back in his own side of the duplex, he went straight to his room and crawled into bed.

He stretched his arms, yawned and cradled his hands behind his head. A wide smile found his lips as he closed his eyes…and listened to Meg’s vibrator rattle through the walls.