Quicksilver Dreams(45)

                Gone was the evil, frightening man, and in his place, with a sexy morning shadow across his cheeks and chin, was Ryder the predator, looking as though he was going to devour me. Tingling warmth rushed through my veins in anticipation.

                “Ryder,” I whispered, feeling helpless against my physical reactions. My body was at odds with itself. I wanted to be angry, but I also wanted to rub naked against him, like a cat in heat, taste his skin and lose myself in sensations I’d never before experienced.

                He bent to my neck and took a nibbling bite that had me gasping as his rough whiskers moved gently against my skin, setting off little bombs of sensation as he went.

                “Smell so good,” he rasped softly.

                “Ryder...” I whispered, having trouble speaking.

                “So soft,” he murmured in his deep voice. “I often dream of this.” His whiskers tickled my neck more, sending shivers down to my breasts. My nipples were suddenly stiff and aching to be touched. Touch me.

                “Lin’de,” he murmured thickly, running his hand down the underside of my arm. He neared my breasts. Yes! His hand stopped, and I moaned in protest. So close. Not close enough.

                “Please...” I whimpered, wanting to feel his hands on me.

                The sheet had loosened during his inspection and his large, muscular leg fit between mine, settling against my heated center.

                Who knew that could feel so right?

                His lips worked their way to my ear, making me shiver with heat. I wanted to touch, but my wrists were shackled. Frustration spiked. I found his neck with open mouth, taking a nibble of his skin before soothing it over with my tongue. He moaned deep and low, making me feel feminine and desirable that I could make this tough guy want me.

                Pulling my tank up smoothly, his rough palm enveloped my naked breast, and I couldn’t help a cry of pleasure as hot sparks shot to my feminine core and a rush of liquid heat gathered. His fingers plucked my hardened nipple and plumped the flesh to his lips, where he scraped the beaded nipple with his teeth before suckling it, hard. Drowning in pleasure, I moaned and panted, wanting to rub against his hot steel length.

                The smell of his spicy soap filled my senses as I writhed against him, unable to control what was happening to me...and I took a deep breath again. That soap was delicious. His smell addicting. I’d smelled that scent before. Being unable to move my wrists gave me a sense of déjà vu. Being tied up. Mindwalking. Oh, my God!

                “That was you!” I gasped, pulling my face away and looking into his eyes, searching.

                I wondered when you’d figure it out. Though his face was still flushed with desire, his eyes were somber. A sense of acutely painful embarrassment washed over me. The sex dreams, the dream about my mother—and how many others that I just didn’t remember had he been in? A hurt the size of the ocean stabbed a hole through the center of my body, and I didn’t know what to do, what to say or how to feel.

                “You wondered, did you?”

                I pulled my wrists free and stood up, pulling the sheet as cover as I moved across the room.

                “Taylor—”

                “And you question your ability to trust me? Fuck you! Fuck you! You asshole! You dreamwalked into my sexual fantasy and played with me. You invaded my deepest, most secret places and manipulated me. Oh, God.” I covered my face, thinking shamefully of the things I’d done with him and the pleasure I’d experienced. He must have laughed his ass off at my stupid female fantasies.