Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 130947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 655(@200wpm)___ 524(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 655(@200wpm)___ 524(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
“Oh…oh, God!” Gasping and moaning, Liv let herself go, feeling the wave of pleasure overtake her at his intimate touch.
“That’s right, Lilenta. Let it go and come for me. Come hard.” Baird rode out her orgasm, still working her with his fingers, his breath hot on her inner thighs. Then he slid up her body and gathered her into his arms, kissing her again, taking her lips as though he wanted to devour her from the mouth down.
Liv moaned and wrapped her legs around his hips, feeling the hard ridge of his cock rubbing exactly where his fingers had been a moment before and not caring a bit. It felt too good, too right to mind that he was spreading her pussy lips even wider through the thin material of the thong, too delicious to tell him to stop even when he ground against her, rubbing over her sensitive bud as though he was trying to make her come again.
“Feels so good,” he growled, kissing her neck. “So good against you, Lilenta. Just wish I was inside you instead.”
Just for a moment Liv wished the same thing. She wanted to feel him thrusting inside her, filling her completely with the thick cock she could feel spreading her pussy. You could let him, whispered a little voice in her head. It’s just a dream, after all. It’s not like it would really count…No! Liv gave herself a mental kick. Letting him take her, even in a dream, would be wrong. It would ruin everything. How could she resist him in real life if she’d already given in?
But it was very hard to listen to the voice of reason when he was grinding against her that way. Liv couldn’t help herself, she just wanted the delicious feelings he was giving her to go on and on and never stop. She became aware that she was making helpless little noises as she moved against him but she couldn’t seem to stop. Godohgodohgod, if he doesn’t stop I’m going to—
The thought shattered into pieces as another, even stronger orgasm coursed through her.
“Baird! Oh God, Baird!” she heard herself moaning.
“That’s right, Lilenta,” he growled, rubbing even harder. “Say my name. Let me hear you say it when you come.”
“Oh…”
* * * * *
“Baird!” she finished, sitting straight up in bed.
“What? What’s the matter?” Baird was up in a flash, looking around the darkened room for danger. “What’s wrong, Olivia?”
“I…I…” She looked at him in disbelief. “You mean you don’t know?”
“Know what?” He frowned.
“We were dream sharing. Just now.”
He shook his head. “No, we weren’t.”
“Yes, we were,” she insisted. “You said so—you told me so in the dream. I had on this lacy little white nightgown and you said it couldn’t hurt to let you hold me and touch me since none of it really counted.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I said that?”
“You know you did,” Liv said impatiently. “And then we made a bet. You said if you could make me come I’d have to teach you how to make sushi—you know, the sea creatures rolled in white grains? So I—” She stopped abruptly, frowning. “Wait a minute—I don’t know how to make sushi. Why would I offer to teach you as part of a bet?”
“Maybe because you really were dreaming.” His golden eyes were suddenly half-lidded with lust. “And it sounds like a pretty damn interesting dream at that. So tell me, Olivia, did I win the bet?”
She shook her head, refusing to answer. God, how embarrassing! She felt like her face was on fire it was so hot.
Baird was obviously thoroughly enjoying the situation. “I did, didn’t I?” he asked, giving her a lazy grin that made her stomach do flips. “That’s why you woke up shouting my name.”
“Whatever,” Liv mumbled, her cheeks flaming. “I mean, think whatever you want. I’m going back to sleep.” She lay back down on her side of the bed with her back to the big warrior. But it was a long time before she could get back to sleep.
Chapter Thirteen
“What is the meaning of this?”
Sylvan sighed and stood up from the lumpy, uncomfortable grey couch in the far corner of the HKR building. He’d been hoping that Sophia would be in a better mood the next time he saw her but from the way her cheeks were flushed and her big green eyes were flashing with anger, it looked like his hopes were about to be dashed.
“What is the meaning of what?” he asked, nodding at her courteously as she stormed up to him.
“This.” Sophia reached into a large pink shopping bag she was carrying and pulled out a strange looking contraption that seemed to be made of black lacy straps.
Sylvan looked at in confusion. “I’m afraid I don’t even know what that is.”
“It’s a bra!” She shook it in his face in an accusing manner and Sylvan saw that there were two pocket-like cups attached to the straps that were joined in the middle. Still, it made no sense.