See You in My Dreams: Speed, Book 1 (9 page)

She smacked her lips together as though tasting something in her mouth.
Him
. “You liked it?” The mischievous grin was back.

“You have no idea.” The words sounded like sandpaper scraping against a wooden surface.

Sophie shivered.

“Are you cold?” he rasped. Her high, pert breasts floated in the water, the nipples puckered into hard beads.

Slowly she shook her head. “Not cold, no.” She closed her eyes and rested her head against the edge of the tub. “It’s your voice. God, Nathan. Just listening to you talk turns me on.”

Her answer caught him in the chest and his heart stumbled over a beat. “It does?”

“Whatever you say, I feel it on my skin. At the coffee shop, your words were like hot honey running down my neck.” Her breathing slowed. “Lying on the couch now? I asked questions just so I could hear you answer. If we hadn’t just had sex, I’d have been totally aroused. And now, after you’ve come…your voice sounds…feels like a million silky fingers roaming over my breasts and my stomach…and lower.” One of her hands hovered in the water, and she dragged her nails across her nipples and moaned. “Your voice feels like the first flutters of an orgasm.”

Nathan watched, speechless. For the life of him, he could not think of one single response. It wasn’t as if he’d never heard a compliment about his voice before. Hell, his entire career revolved around his vocals. It was the way Sophie said it. As if his voice alone could bring her sexual fulfillment.

She caressed her breasts without opening her eyes. “Talk to me, Nathan. Say something. Anything.”

Still he stared, dumbstruck. Watching her stroke herself was possibly the sexiest thing he’d ever had the pleasure of witnessing.

Her arm stilled. “Nathan?”

“No,” he objected. “Don’t stop. Let me watch you touch yourself.”

Sophie let out a small moan and pinched a nipple between two fingers.

Nathan swallowed. “Do you have any idea how much of a turn-on that is?”

“What?” Sophie whispered.

“You,” Nathan whispered back. “Pleasuring yourself to the sound of my voice.”

“Do you have any idea what a turn-on your voice is?” Sophie asked.

“Show me.” Nathan bit the inside of his cheek. He wanted to touch her almost as much as he wanted to watch her. “Move your hand lower.”

Sophie froze.

“Don’t stop, sweetheart. Listen to me. Move your hand lower.”

Ever so slowly, Sophie complied. She dropped her hand from her breast to her stomach.

“Lower still.” Nathan stared through the water at the distorted image of her hand. “Run your fingers over your clit.”

Sophie shivered. Her shoulders tensed. Water rippled around her chest. He couldn’t see clearly through the steam, but the sharp hiss of air through her teeth told him she’d found what she sought.

“Now stroke it,” he told her. “Using just your finger, stroke it in tiny circles. Lightly. Don’t apply any pressure.”

Sophie’s lips parted slowly. “Mmmm.”

“Keep going. Keep rubbing it, sweetheart.”

“Keep speaking, Nathan,” she begged.

Anything. He’d do anything to ensure she didn’t stop. “You look so damn beautiful sitting there. I’ve already come twice, and I swear I’m getting hard again. It’s you, Sophie Rose. You bring out the beast in me.”

She whimpered.

“Press on your clit a little harder,” he said. “Move your finger a little faster.”

Again tiny ripples of water flowed around her.

“Imagine it’s my voice touching you.”

“It is,” she murmured. “Your voice is echoing right…through me. Right through…my pussy.”

Nathan bit back a groan. His balls tightened painfully. Fuck, he couldn’t handle another erection. Not this soon. “It’s not just my voice on your pussy,” he told her. “It’s my mouth too. I’m running my tongue over your clit. Licking your swollen flesh. I…I can’t wait to lick lower, to taste your juices as they spill out between your legs.”

The ripples turned to small waves as her arm moved frantically below the surface. “Nathan…oh, God…”

Fuck. So much for avoiding another erection. “Is it happening? Are you feeling the first flutters of orgasm?”

She let out a strangled gasp.

He was at half-mast and growing every minute. “Look at me, Sophie Rose. I want to see your eyes when you come.”

Sophie opened her eyes and stared at him wildly.

Yes. Exactly how he’d imagined them. Exactly how he’d seen them…in his dreams. “Let go now. Let the pleasure roll through you. Let it overcome you.” He waited a heartbeat and then whispered, “Come for me, Sophie Rose. Come to the sound of my voice.”

Her eyes clouded over. He didn’t need to feel the orgasm undulate through her body to know she’d peaked. He recognized it in the glazed rapture of her gaze.

Her next word, spoken eons later, made him grin. “Wow.” She smiled lazily at him.

He inched across the spa and using his finger, tipped her face to his. “Wow, indeed.” He kissed her.

It was a long, hot kiss. Not quite as desperate as their previous ones, but still it fanned the flames of his desire. When it ended, Sophie was straddled on his lap with her arms around his neck and his hands on her buttocks.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

“For what?”

“Two incredible orgasms this afternoon,” she said with a contented smile.

He smiled back. “You can thank me after your sixth.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

He nodded. “Really.”

She nibbled his chin with a grin, scraping her teeth against the bristles of hair there. “This has gotta go down in history as the best day ever,” she said as he rhythmically squeezed first one buttock and then the other, loving the way her toned, firm flesh sat in his hands.

For him too. “How so?” He shouldn’t have asked, but something inside wanted her affirmation that whatever they had created together meant something to her. Because fuck knew, it meant something to him.

He held his hands still, simply enjoying the feel of her skin. She had a hot ass. He couldn’t wait to slide his dick into it, to feel her muscles convulse around him as she came.

“Well, I get you now.” Sophie laughed. “Or maybe I should say I can’t get enough of you now.” She rocked on his lap, shifting ever so slightly so that his fingers stroked over her pussy lips as she moved. Her next words came out as a happy sigh. “And I get to go to a concert tonight.”

Alarm bells rang in Nathan’s head. “A concert?”

“Mmm hmm.” She kissed his neck once and then again, searing his skin with her lips. “The
Speed
concert.”

What other concert would she be talking about? “Should I be jealous?”

She laughed softly, rocking in his hands. “Of a concert?”

“Of the fact that you get to see the… How did you put it yesterday? The sexiest man alive.”

“Jamie Speed is hot.” Sophie nibbled his earlobe, chuckling throatily. “You’re the sexiest man alive. Undoubtedly.”

He laughed. “Compliment taken.” His cock, which had sagged at the mention of Jamie, began to fill again. “So, you’re a
Speed
fan?” He knew he should steer clear of any mention of the band, any mention of his other life, but something inside him wanted to know more. Wanted to know if Sophie liked Jamie too. That something inside him wanted Sophie to like Jamie. Very, very much. Wanted her to accept all the different sides of his personality, his life.

“Fan?” She laughed out loud. “They’re my all-time favorite band—ever. I swear, when Jamie Speed starts to sing, angels stop and listen.”

That was about the nicest compliment Nathan had ever received. It warmed him all the way through to his toes. He raised a teasing eyebrow. “So are you, like, a groupie or something?”

Again Sophie chuckled. “Hardly, mate. But I listen to their music while I work. I’ve got every song of theirs saved on my iPod.” She ran her hands down his chest, scraping her nails over his nipples. “Wanna hear a secret?”

He nodded. Yes, he wanted to hear it. He wanted to hear every one of Sophie’s secrets.

“You know the song,
Loving Eyes
?”

Know it? He’d written it. Usually Seth wrote the lyrics to their tunes, but
Loving Eyes
had poured out of him one morning—after another dream about Sophie. “Uh-huh.”

“Sometimes, when I’m home and it’s late, I take off all my clothes and lie down on my bed.” Her cheeks turned bright pink, and she suddenly stopped talking, looking shy.

Nathan groaned. “Don’t stop there. Christ, I need to hear the rest.”

“Y-you do?”

Nathan took her hand and placed it on his cock, sharing its rigidity with her. “I do. Badly.”

She bit her lip and smiled. All hint of bashfulness vanished. “I take off all my clothes and lie naked on the bed,” she repeated.

Nathan moaned.

She smiled sensually. “Then I put my iPod on and listen to the song through the earphones.” Sophie shifted on his lap, stretching out backwards so she lay from her waist up suspended in the water. Her hair floated around her face in a cloud, and her breasts protruded upwards. She was a vision of loveliness.

She closed her eyes. “It’s just me and the song. That’s all. No one else. I let the words and the melody flow through me. His voice—Jamie Speed’s—it’s like yours. A soft, private caress that touches me all the way through to my bones.”

Oh, Jesus. Stars swam in his head. When he’d written the lyrics, he’d had only one vision in his mind. A pair of startling blue eyes he’d known all his adult life but had never seen. Until two days ago. And while he’d written the song, his grandmother’s words had played through his mind.

Eyes of fire, heart’s desire…

He tugged at her, pulling her gently back up against him. Water streamed from her hair. Droplets clung to her eyelashes, making those eyes shimmer.

“Do you touch yourself?” he asked. “Like you did with me? Do you come to the sound of his voice?”

She bit her lower lip, then licked it as she nodded. “I do.”

His heart began to pound. “Why that song, Sophie? Of all of
Speed
’s songs, why do you choose that one to listen to…naked?”

She blushed. “Well, it’s silly, really. And impossible. But it feels as if that song was written for me.” Then she laughed. “I know. Every other woman in the civilized world probably feels the same way.”

He didn’t care about every other woman in the civilized world. “And why are you telling me?”

She looked right into his eyes. “Because, Nathan, you make me feel exactly the same way the song does. Alive, sexy, sensual and…” Her voice trailed off.

“And what?” he demanded, needing to know.

“And cherished,” she finished softly.

“You are that,” he told her fervently. “You’re all that. Vibrant, sexy, sensual and cherished.” And then he could speak no longer. He sealed his mouth to hers and kissed her.

Chapter Six

Steam swirled around their heads, heat from the water enveloped their bodies. They sat together in the spa, cocooned in a warm pool of desire and content. No longer strangers yet no possibility of a future between them.

He slid his hands over her butt cheeks and pulled them apart, slipping a finger in to trace a line between her cleft down to her pussy. Slick heat met his touch.

“Stand up,” he told her. “Put a foot on either side of my legs and stand straight.”

Sophie did as he asked, and he wrapped his hands around her calves, sat up a little straighter and buried his head between her legs. Water ran down her body, drenching him, but he didn’t care. He buried his tongue in the slippery folds of her pussy and licked her from slit to clit, repeatedly. He used his hand to toy with her butt, drawing endless lazy circles around her anus.

Sophie shivered, her body alternately tensing and relaxing. Soft murmurs of pleasure filled the air.

Her legs began to tremble. “Oh, Jesus!” Sophie gasped, and her body tensed up completely.

Nathan withdrew, waiting restlessly for her next move.

“Please, don’t stop.” She rolled her hips, pushing against his mouth.

He’d have grinned, but at this angle it was impossible. Instead, he stuck out this tongue again and gave her what she wanted. Then he pulled away for the second time, to the sounds of her heated objections. Smiling to himself, he ducked out from under her, stood on the floor behind her and urged her to kneel on the spa step.

Perched like this, her legs in the water, her waist above it, she was putty in his hands.

“Lean right over the edge,” he whispered. “That’s it. Stretch your body out and shove your ass in the air.” And then he had to take a deep breath, because the sight of her, exposed completely to him, was utterly overwhelming. He swallowed hard around a lump that formed in his throat.

“You’re beautiful, Sophie.” His cock hurt like the devil as blood pounded into it, and he stroked it several times to ease the pain.

“Nathan,” she moaned. “Touch me. Please.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice. He stroked her pussy, rubbing her clit with his left hand while he slid two fingers from his right inside her slick channel and spent long, pleasurable moments finger-fucking her.

But when Sophie groaned, calling out his name, Nathan couldn’t handle the pressure in his balls any longer. He needed relief. Needed Sophie. It took maybe thirty seconds to sheath himself in a condom, thirty seconds of Sophie begging him for more. A veritable lifetime to his aching cock.

Finally he thrust inside her.

Gently.

Deeply.

Repeatedly.

Christ, she felt good. So very good.

Sophie writhed before him, called his name. As her body tightened once again in prelude to an orgasm, he pulled away.

She swore out loud.

“Not yet, sweetheart. But soon. I promise.” A need to possess her, to take her in every conceivable way, overwhelmed him. He’d never felt like this. Never wanted to spend so much time on a woman’s pleasure. But then, up until today, the majority of the women he’d slept with had not meant much to him. And to them, he’d merely been an hour in the sack with Jamie Speed.

With Sophie it was different. Sophie wanted Nathan, not Jamie. She wanted the real man, not the rock star. She seemed to want him almost as much as he wanted her.