See You in My Dreams: Speed, Book 1 (8 page)

He’d been wrong.

Chapter Five

Long moments passed before either was capable of speech. Long, exquisite moments where Sophie lay sprawled over him, too exhausted and too satisfied to talk. Nathan seemed to be in no hurry to move either, which suited her just fine.

When he did, it was only to take care of the condom. Then he was back, holding her close.

Sophie stared deeply into his eyes. With a feather-light touch, she ran a finger around his left eye. “You have a scar here.” She’d seen it so many times in her dreams and now she couldn’t help but wonder how he’d gotten it.

“Yeah, I do. Compliments of my brother.”

“Which one?”

“The younger one.” Nathan rolled his eyes the way any big brother would when discussing an annoying younger sibling. “He was obsessed with guitars when he was little. Carried one around with him wherever he went—and the damn thing was bigger than he was.” Nathan rubbed his scar. “I made a bad mistake one day. I stood behind him while he was holding his guitar. Seth turned around and nearly took my eye out in the process.” He grinned. “I’ve had a deathly fear of guitar-wielding four-year-olds ever since.”

Sophie smiled back at him. “You should thank Seth. It’s sexy as hell.”

The conversation moved on from there and didn’t stop. They spoke and spoke and spoke.

She asked him more about his business venture, and Nathan told her about how his brothers, Seth and Zachary, and Zachary’s good friend, Luke, had first gotten started.

“We were in a local bar, getting smashed on cheap beer and brainstorming ways to make a little extra cash. Seth came up with the idea first.” Nathan grinned. “It was a pretty good idea, so we stayed up late drinking and drawing up a business plan. We were stoked.” Nathan laughed. “Problem was, we drank so much that the next morning I had no memory of any of it. I knew we’d started talking, even remembered writing down some stuff on bar napkins. The rest was a blur of beer and pretzels.”

“Zachary, Seth and Luke were no better than me, all of them hungover, so we forgot about it. Put it down to an evening of booze and big talk. Then about a week later, Luke put on the jacket he’d been wearing that night, and there they were. The napkins. With a far more detailed business plan than any of us remembered drawing up. I swear, he yanked me out of a lecture to show them to me. I’ve never seen Luke that excited about anything. When I read what we’d written, I understood. The plan was inspired. It was sheer genius.”

Sophie grinned with him. It was hard not to smile when he did. “What was the plan, and the business?”

It took Nathan a while to answer. “We had this product we wanted to sell, but didn’t know how it would go down, how receptive the public would be to buying it. So we made a video about it and put it on YouTube. Then we spread the word to a few friends on campus.”

“Did that work?”

Nathan nodded. “The first day we received about a hundred hits. The second around five thousand. By the end of the week, the video had been viewed almost seventy thousand times.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Uh-uh. We were blown away. Couldn’t believe our luck. Thought it was probably coincidence, so we made a second video using another product.”

“And?”

“And it went viral. Within a month we’d received over a million hits. We also started getting a shitload of emails from people interested in our product. Real big deals in the industry. They had money and they were willing to spend it on us. Willing to back the venture.”

“That all came from a YouTube video?” Holy cow, it must have been some video.

“Yeah. Cool, huh? Luke did the math, did some research, put some figures together, and contacted four or five of the people who’d emailed us. They started talking.” Nathan shrugged. “About three years ago, the first product officially hit the shelves. And the rest, as they say, is history.”

Sophie was intrigued, wanted to know more. “What was the—”

“Uh-uh. Enough about me. I’ve already spoken more about myself to you than I have to anyone other than my family and Luke in years. Tell me about you. Tell me about your gramma. Sounds like the two of you were close.”

Sophie couldn’t resist telling him all about Gramma Rosie. How wonderful she was, how much she’d loved her. She told him about her eccentricities, like the way she swore she could tell the future, but only with the good things. Rosie had never admitted to foreseeing the accident.

Sophie half-suspected that she herself always needed routines because Rosie had always just lived for the day. Sophie had felt compelled to find facts and theories behind everything in her life because her gramma had been just the opposite, always following her gut instinct. She’d done what her heart had told her to do.

Sophie did nothing unless she could find meaning behind it.

Even being with Nathan was her way of finding meaning. Perhaps if she spent enough time with him, she’d finally be able to understand her dreams.

On the other hand, on the more basic and honest hand—the hand Gramma Rosie would have held up—perhaps being with Nathan was nothing more than following her heart and her instincts, and enjoying every limited minute she had with him, end of story.

If it was, her gramma would be proud of her.

Sophie told Nathan how she’d had to quit her studies for a year when Rosie became ill. The cancer had made her increasingly fragile. Sophie had taken the job at the flats as a cleaner to earn money for Rosie’s medical bills. The public health system had covered most of the expenses, but there were always extras.

Sophie had refused to let her gramma go without them.

It was too hard to talk about her gramma and not cry, so Sophie stopped trying.

In return, Nathan held her tighter and told her he understood. His grandmother had held a special place in his heart. She’d always been Nathan’s own personal cheerleader, telling him continually he could achieve whatever he set his mind to. Like Rosie, she also fancied herself a bit of a fortune teller, and took great pleasure in heaping nonsensical prophecies on all of them. Even Luke had been given a little prediction about his future—although Edna had a strict policy never to tell non-family members their fortunes.

Edna had died five years earlier, but not before sitting them all down and insisting they follow their dreams. Insisting they make sure everything they’d fantasized about became a reality.

As a result, he and his brothers had thrown themselves headfirst into the business venture with Luke, and they were now at the top of their game and loving every minute of it.

But the work was hard and relentless, and gave Nathan precious few moments to himself. Which was why he’d spent two months in Queensland. Nathan didn’t go into too much detail about what the business was, just told Sophie its success afforded him the opportunity to take such a long break—and to live in the lap of luxury.

They laughed about how their lives had taken different paths, and about how they lived in different worlds, yet they’d still managed to meet. Still managed to find these two days to enjoy each other’s company.

With every moment that passed, Sophie found herself liking Nathan more and more. Neither her dreams nor her research had prepared her for the easy camaraderie that flowed between them. She could hardly believe she felt so comfortable and so good about herself with the man who seduced her so thoroughly while she slept.

Couldn’t believe she’d shared so much personal information with him.

She wondered what the psychological theory would say about opening up so completely to someone you only knew from your dreams. Freud would have had a field day with her.

Briefly, Sophie toyed with the idea of telling him about the dreams but decided against it. She and Nathan were growing close. But not close enough that he wouldn’t think her a little crazy if she told him she’d seen him every night for ten years—before they’d ever met.

She still struggled with the concept herself.

It was also on the tip of her tongue to tell Nathan she wished it were more than two days. She wished it were a lifetime. But she didn’t. She thought it wiser to keep that to herself too. No reason to dump her feelings on him. Especially since her feelings seemed to be evolving into something a whole lot more than sexual attraction.

There were things that just weren’t appropriate to tell a bloke you were having a fling with. Especially a bloke who lived in another country. The fact that you feared you were falling hard for him was one. The fact that you’d dreamed about him—or his eyes at any rate—for the preceding ten years was another. Said bloke would beat a retreat so hasty, Sophie would still smell burning rubber months after he’d left.

Time was running out, Nathan knew.

He needed to meet the band in just a couple of hours to prepare for tonight’s concert.

But a couple of hours still afforded him a lifetime of rapture with Sophie. Well, he intended to cram a lifetime of rapture into the next few hours, anyway. He rolled off the couch and caught Sophie in his arms, lifting her up.

“What—? Where are we going?”

“Outside.” He reached over to grab a paper bag from the kitchen counter. The same bag he’d managed to take a condom from before Sophie had seduced him on the couch. Then with his arms and hands full of her and everything they might need, he walked them onto the balcony, grateful for the privacy provided by the shaded glass. “I dr…fantasized about this last night,” he whispered. “You and me, naked, in the spa.”

A delicious thrill ran through her belly. She nipped his shoulder. “And what were you and I doing in your fantasy, naked in the spa?”

Nathan kissed her, gratifyingly aware of the soft purring-like sounds that vibrated through her ribs. “Everything.”

He dropped the packet on the floor before stepping carefully into the hot water. Then he leaned over to set her down carefully on the seat.

Before he’d straightened his back, Sophie turned around and nuzzled her nose into his groin.

Nathan froze.

Holy fuck
. That felt incredible.

Her hot breath blew over his shaft, sending shivers up his spine. Hell, the woman made him shivery.

And then she made him shake as she licked the head of his dick. Just once.

It was all it took. Drops of pre-come spilled from his tip. Sophie made a soft purring sound and licked him again, sweeping away the drops with her tongue. More leaked out. She lapped them up as steam swirled around her head.

Christ, never mind his cock, she was blowing his mind. Making him crazy. “Sophie—”

She looked up at him and he lost his breath.

Eyes of fire, heart’s desire…

Her familiar gaze trapped his, and for endless seconds they stared at each other. Just stared. The air shimmered between them. No words were spoken. They weren’t necessary. They’d talked for ages inside, formed a bond Nathan had forgotten was possible with a woman. And now, without words, the silence of their communication spoke volumes. Something special was happening between them. Something unexpected.

A million times he’d felt the connection in his dreams. In real life? Never.

In that single moment Sophie became a part of him. No matter that they led different lives, no matter that they lived worlds apart, he would never forget her. Never forget those eyes, which finally, finally had a face to go with them. Never forget the emotions she brought out in him: hope, anticipation, tenderness. Never forget how—

She licked him again, and he forgot everything. Everything except the way her glossy pink tongue looked against his straining shaft. And then his eyes rolled back into his head and he couldn’t think at all. Sophie’s mouth closed around him, sucking him deep inside. Heat, hot and wet, encased him.

Holy shit. He’d died and gone to heaven.

He caught her head in his hands, slipped the silken strands of her hair through his fingers and held on for dear life as her mouth performed tricks he’d dreamed about. She sucked and suckled, licked and nuzzled. She grazed the tip with her teeth and then drew a testicle gently between her lips before sucking his full length back into her mouth and bobbing her head up and down. She bewitched him and bewildered him, until his balls drew back into his body, his spine stiffened and the world grew black.

“Sophie…stop,” he gasped.

She didn’t.

“Soph—” Fuck. He couldn’t talk. Couldn’t think. Could only focus on her mouth. And the way the base of his spine tingled.

Her velvety cheeks tightened around him.

Lights exploded behind his eyelids, the tingles spread, fingers of electricity snaking up his spine.

He fought it off. Damn, he fought.

Didn’t help. Those lips. That tongue. Her mouth…

Nathan came.

After the ferocity of his previous orgasm he would have thought he had little left to give. But rope after rope of come burst from his balls, flooding into Sophie’s mouth and down her throat.

As the last violent spasm jerked through him, wrenching one final stream of come, Sophie purred and swallowed around his shaft. The vibration of her throat muscles against his sensitive cock head had his eyes popping open and his chest gasping for air. When she finally slid her mouth off, she looked up at him and wiped a tiny white glob from the side of her mouth. Then she sucked her fingertip clean.

Nathan’s legs buckled beneath him. He collapsed into the heated water with a mighty splash.

It took several minutes for his erratic heartbeat to normalize. He’d gone from zero to a hundred and back in a matter of minutes, and he had not a drop of energy to spare. Sophie had utterly depleted his reserves.

Heart still pounding, he looked at her through the steam rising between them. She sat opposite him with a smug, satisfied grin. The ends of her wavy blonde hair trailed in the water, and her cheeks had turned pink from the raised water temperature. His initial assessment of her had been spot-on. She was absolutely beautiful.

“That was…” His voice came out all croaky, and he cleared his throat and tried again. “That was unbelievable.” Hands-down the best blowjob he’d ever received.