See You in My Dreams: Speed, Book 1 (5 page)

Last night she’d awoken moaning, her body writhing, caught in the middle of an intense orgasm.

Nathan sat up, the doona falling low on his waist, revealing the exquisite chest and shoulders Sophie had… Oh, God, she’d kissed them in her dream. Licked, kissed and nipped every inch.

Dreaming about a sexual act may represent a repressed sexual desire or a need for physical or emotional love.

Is that what her dream had meant last night? And every night for that matter? She needed physical or emotional love?

Okay, maybe. It wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility. Sophie longed to be in a loving relationship. She’d broken up with her last boyfriend a while ago—and no, her dreams had not influenced that decision.

Did seeing Nathan’s face for the first time now mean she wanted
his
physical or emotional love?

Bah. Impossible. She didn’t know him. How could she want that from him?

“I wanted you yesterday too,” Nathan whispered. “When you knelt at my feet to pick up your bottles—all I could imagine was your mouth on my cock and your gaze on my face.” A look of pain creased his features.

Sophie swallowed. Yesterday, she’d come this close to his dick. And even closer to licking it. God help her, she’d wanted to lick it. Just stick her tongue out an inch and taste the tip…

In her dream she had tasted it. Licked, kissed and sucked every inch.

The memory made her lightheaded. Made her breasts tighten and her pussy pulse.

She wanted a real taste.

Maybe her dream had nothing to do with emotional love and everything to do with physical. There was no denying how her body ached to join with his. How she longed to feel his lips on hers, his mouth on her breasts…

“I wanted you yesterday at the pastry shop too.” Nathan’s voice drizzled over her like melted chocolate. Sweet, creamy and so damn smooth.

He swore softly. “Walking away almost crippled me.”

“Then why…” Again Sophie was forced to clear her throat. Audible speech seemed impossible. “Why did you leave?” A whisper of hurt settled in her chest.

“I didn’t want to.” Nathan shook his head and regret laced his tone. “But I did have an appointment. One I couldn’t miss. If I’d stayed a second longer with you, I wouldn’t have made it. I wouldn’t even have been capable of making a phone call excusing myself.”

“Oh.” It wasn’t an acknowledgement of his confession. It was a soft sigh as his words sank in. A realization that perhaps he’d wanted her as much as she’d wanted him.

He gnawed on his lower lip contemplatively before saying, “I dreamed about you last night.”

Her chin dropped.
He’d
dreamt about
her
?

Okay, that idea had never once occurred to her. If it had, she’d have researched the idea to the nth degree.

“An erotic dream.” His nostrils flared. “So damn sexy.”

Sophie’s knees turned weak. He’d had an erotic dream. About her.

Her brain scrambled to analyze how that could be. How he could have been the one doing the dreaming. She needed to understand it, almost as much as she needed to understand her own dreams.

In a way it kind of made sense. Nathan had made no secret of his desire for her yesterday. Heck, he’d nibbled on her finger and then raced off, denying them both any further physical pleasure. Perhaps repressing his desire had not made it go away. Perhaps the need had remained with him and expressed itself subconsciously—in a dream.

“Nathan…” She didn’t finish her thought. What could she say? She’d dreamed about him too? The guy would definitely think she was crazy. Or making it up. Besides, Nathan had dreamt about her once. That was all.

She’d dreamt about him her entire adult life.

“It’s your eyes, Sophie.” His gaze caught hers, trapped it. “Your bedroom eyes.”

Her heart seemed to stop beating, just for a second or two, then it kicked back to life, working overtime.

“Every time I think about them, I…” He stared at her, dazed, as though surprised by what he’d been about to say.

“You what?” she asked, her voice a mere murmur. She couldn’t speak any louder. Didn’t have the strength.

His chest rose and fell as he inhaled deeply and then let the air escape in a hiss. She could almost feel it breeze over her cheek, warm and feather soft. “I get an erection.”

Dear Lord. “D-did you have an erection when you dreamed about me?”

He’d had one in
her
dream. A thick, pulsing erection which he’d fed to her. First to her mouth and then to her drenched, swollen, aching pussy. The same pussy that had woken her as it convulsed around the dream erection, clasping it deep within her body, pleasure swimming through her veins, ecstasy abounding… Until the realization dawned that she held nothing but air, and the last of the dream had slipped away, leaving her disappointed, alone and shivering in the aftermath of another mind-shattering, unreal climax.

His voice was so low when he answered, Sophie nearly came just listening to him. “I had a lot more than just an erection.” He smiled at her, a slow, sensual grin, and kicked a towel off the bed. She hadn’t noticed it there. “Woke up so damn sticky I had to take a shower.”

Holy shit. He’d come too. “W-why are you telling me this?”

“The same reason I waited for you to come in here this morning.” His gaze held hers, implored, seduced. “I don’t just want the dream. I want the real thing. I want you.”

“For what?” She could have kicked herself the second she asked the ridiculous question.

“For whatever we can have together. Look, Sophie, we can’t kid ourselves. I live a million miles away, and I’ll only be in Sydney another two days. But we’re here now, and whatever forces have thrown us together, this feels good now. It feels right.”

If by right he meant tingly all over, shaky with anticipation and desperate to touch, then yes, now did feel right.

“It feels as if it was meant to be,” he said softly.

Well, if her dreams were any indication, this was certainly meant to be. Hadn’t she just read last night, in one of the three hundred articles she’d Googled:
Pay attention to what dreams are telling you! You may find your romantic life getting a whole lot more interesting.

Nathan stared into her eyes, taking her breath away. “You want me too.”

It wasn’t a question, but she nodded anyway. She always wanted him. Every time she went to sleep she anticipated meeting up with him in her dreams, making love to him.

Again Nathan muttered under his breath. “Thank fucking God.” He held out his hand. “Come here.”

Sophie hesitated before taking a shaky step forward. Could this be happening? Were her dreams about to come true?”

“Make my dream a reality,” he whispered.

His dream
and
her dreams. Sophie shivered. She could no more resist his call than she could cease blinking. With two more shaky steps she stood before him and placed a trembling hand in his.

His smile was blinding.

Sophie had maybe a second to be dazzled by it before he tugged firmly on her hand and she tumbled into his arms. Nathan flipped her so she lay beneath his body—his gloriously naked body—and with a hoarse moan he dipped his head and crushed his lips to hers.

Oh, God.

Oh, sweet Lord.

His kiss was exactly like it always was. Hot, heady, heavenly.

Sizzling pleasure shot through her. Nathan’s mouth moved over hers in a dance of sheer seduction. His tongue swept across hers, sending reason and logic sprawling from her mind, leaving her in a dizzying whirlpool of sensation.

The man could kiss, but then she’d always known that.

With his mouth alone he brought her body temperature up to boiling. Her breasts swelled against his chest, her nipples tightening into hard beads of passion. Waves of longing washed through her. Warm heat seeped between her legs, gathering in her pussy.

It was all so new, yet all so familiar. He’d induced this sensation in her a million times before now, yet she’d never felt desire as powerful as this. As real.

Nathan whispered her name. “What have you done to me?” He didn’t wait for her answer. His mouth claimed hers in another sweltering kiss, and she melted into him.

Even with her jeans on, the rigid length of his cock pressing against her thigh was unmistakable, a solid, provocative reminder of what they’d begun in the pastry shop.

He wanted her to make his dream reality? God, he had no idea he was bringing her dreams to life. She was finally meeting the image, discovering the person behind the eyes, the man behind the seducer.

She groaned and wound her legs around his waist, pushing her pussy against his cock, desperate to ease the ache there. He ground his erection against her clit, making her cry out from the sweet torture.

Sophie couldn’t get close enough. Couldn’t get enough of him. She slid her hands over his back and shoulders, savoring the vast expanse of muscled flesh, the satiny heat of his skin.

He felt so right beneath her palms, so familiar. As if she’d run her fingers up the length of his torso a million times, felt the ropey muscles bunch in his arms and chest.

She broke the kiss, her heartbeat erratic. “You know, I, er, I usually get to know the last name of the man I’m about to have sex with.”

He raised a brow. “Usually?”

“Always,” she amended with a grin. Damn, Nathan’s kiss had her way off balance.

He looked at her with eyes darkened with passion. “Pace.”

“Huh?”

“My last name. It’s Pace.”

“Nathan Pace.” She rolled his name over her tongue.

“Nathan James Pace, to be specific.”

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Sophie Rose Butler.”

“Hello, Sophie Rose Butler.”

“Call me Soph. All my friends do.”

He kissed her nose. “I kinda like Sophie Rose better.”

“I kinda like the way you say it. Even if you have a funny accent.”

“I kinda like the way you feel lying beneath me like this.” He ran his hand down her side, skimming the edge of her breast.

She let out a sigh of delight. “I think I’d like it more if I didn’t have so many clothes on.”

“I can take care of that.” True to his word, Sophie’s singlet and bra lay on the floor seconds later.

A shiver raced up her spine at the sensation of skin against skin. His hair-roughened flesh against her bare breasts. Man against woman. Nathan against Sophie.

Nathan’s heartbeat racing in time with hers.

His real heartbeat. Not some dream one.

Hearing a heartbeat in your dream suggests that you are not confronting or recognizing your feelings. You need to approach things head-on.

Sophie kind of figured sleeping with the man whose heartbeat she heard in real life
and
in her dreams more than counted as approaching things head-on.

Never mind heartbeats, she could lose her heart to him. So very, very easily. Already feelings she had no business feeling were creeping into her chest, lodging themselves deep inside. She couldn’t help it. The lines between fantasy and reality had blurred for her. She was making love to her dream man.

It was all too easy to slip into the secure familiarity of being with a known lover. And Nathan was known to her. In a very bizarre kind of way.

“Did you make your meeting on time?” she asked, needing to minimize the intense wave of emotion rushing at her.

Before answering, he moved a little lower on the bed and swooped in to kiss her breast. Her heart lurched.

He grazed her nipple with his teeth before sucking it into his mouth for one delicious moment. “Yeah,” he murmured finally. “But I couldn’t concentrate worth shit. All I thought about was you. And this.” He flashed her a wicked smile, took her other nipple between his teeth and bit it.

Red heat shot through her, an intense mixture of pain and pleasure. “Um, hmmm.”

“Sophie Rose?”

“Mmm?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For not running away this time.”

She got lost in his nut-brown gaze. “Thank you for being here this time.” Her voice was breathless.

And then there were no more words. Her jeans joined the pile of clothes on the floor, followed closely by her panties. He kissed and caressed his way over her stomach and down between her legs, only to treat her pussy to the same salacious delights he’d bestowed on her breasts.

Only there was no nipping or biting. His tongue traced the outline of her lips before dipping in to taste her juices. Lord, the response his mouth evoked. Ripples of pleasure flowed through her, starting between her legs and undulating outwards until every nerve ending was awakened. The slightest caress of his hand on her hip sent a million goose bumps racing over her skin.

He spread her legs wider and slipped his tongue over her clit, again and again, increasing the pressure until she could barely think rationally. As the sensation built and light receded into dark, he pulled away, leaving her to whimper at the sudden absence of heaven.

He always teased her like this. Brought her close to the edge then pulled away. Tantalized her almost to the point of no return, then left her teetering.

No, he didn’t. She’d never made love to him before now. Never met him before yesterday.

Dear Lord, how was she keeping her act together? Pretending she wasn’t losing her mind? Between dreaming up Nathan and meeting him for real, she was a complete mess.

“Nathan.”

“Mmm?” Warm air wafted from his mouth.

“God, Nathan…” She couldn’t say more. Wasn’t capable.

The wet heat of his tongue swept over her clit once more, and his finger slipped between her lips, pressing deep into her pussy. A moan escaped her.

She’d died and gone to heaven. Or maybe, she’d simply fallen asleep.

No, no, no, no. This couldn’t be a dream. Absolutely could not be.

Moisture seeped between her legs, soothing his passage as he pulled his hand away and then pushed back in again. And then again.

Tiny, sensuous waves rolled through her. His hand explored and his mouth delighted. He pressed his tongue firmly to her clit, licking at her with increasingly hotter and hotter kisses. His finger trailed lower, creeping into the cleft of her ass.