“What are you grinning at?” Wesley asked, a grin of his own pulling at his mouth as he sat back in the water, his insanely ripped abdomen dipping out of sight beneath the bubbles.
“Nothing.” Lies! Biting my lip, I admired the tattoo on his chest and tried not to drool. “I guess you weren't lying about that tattoo after all.”
“I would never lie to you, Kit,” he responded with a small frown. “I wish we knew where you were right now. You must be so scared and thinking we don't care enough to save you.”
“Don't be absurd, Wes.” I shushed him, sitting forward in the bath to catch his face in my wet hands. “Of course I don't think that. And you underestimate my ability to save myself. I will be home before you know it.”
Our faces were only inches apart, and for the first time I noticed the stunning sky blue color of his eyes and the lush lashes most girls would kill for.
“Um, Kit?” he murmured, those gorgeous eyes widening.
“Hmm?” I asked, distracted by the feel of his slightly rough cheek beneath my hand. I slid it further up his jaw to tangle in his shaggy blond hair.
“Um, I can see, I mean to say, your ah…” He was blushing and stuttering like the first time we had met, and it took me a moment to understand what he was saying. When I had leaned forward in the bath, I had lost my bubble covering, and my naked chest was very much exposed. I wasn't a small-breasted girl by any means, so he would have had to be blind not to cop an eyeful.
“What? It's just a dream, Wes. You can look… if you want?” Holy crap, do not tell me dream-Wesley isn't interested. Can you be embarrassed in a dream?
“I don't know, Kit. It feels wrong…” He bit his lower lip exactly the way I wanted to for him. “Is it wrong to have a dirty dream while you're in the hands of kidnappers?”
Oh my God, stop it conscience! Stop manifesting my own guilt into dream-Wesley!
“Is it? It's not a situation I find myself in often,” I told him honestly. “But if it is just a dream, then what's the harm? More to the point, who's to know? Fuck knows you'd probably never let me do this in person.”
“Let you do what?” he asked, his breathing a bit heavier and his pupils dilating as he darted quick glances down at my chest, then back at my face.
“This…” I sighed. Then, before I could let my imagination ruin it with the most realistic scenario—Wesley rejecting me—I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. Pausing, I reveled a moment in the new and exciting feeling of his lips against mine.
Shit, it felt so real. Dreams like this should happen every night!
Cautiously, his lips moved beneath mine, kissing me back ever so softly. For once I held back, letting him take the lead, curious to see where my dream would take this. I’d never realized I had put so much thought into Wesley's kissing technique before, but I must have because dream-Wesley took my silent cue and ran with it. His lips parted, tongue slipping out and hesitantly swiping along the seam of my lips. I happily responded, opening and allowing him entry.
The moment our tongues touched, it was like a switch was flicked in him. His hands came up from the water to caress my sides, sweeping closer to my chest with every thrust and move of his mouth against mine until finally he clasped my breasts in his hands. I let out a sigh of satisfaction against his mouth, pressing harder into his palms in encouragement.
“Shit,” he mumbled, pulling back from my mouth to look at me with sexy, sleepy eyes. “This is… insane. I'm not going to be able to look you in the eye next time I see you.”
“Hush, it's a dream. Let's just go with it.” I pulled at his lower lip with my teeth, and he groaned, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me to straddle him. Water sloshed everywhere at the abrupt movement, and I grinned, having gotten a satisfactory response from him.
My grin dropped quickly as my naked crotch met with his rigid shaft straining against wet denim. “Fuck.” Crushing myself hard against him, I swore and grabbed his hair once again to press my mouth back to his as waves of pleasure began rolling up from between my legs.
“Oh my God, Wes…” I panted, rubbing hard against his denim while his hands reclaimed my breasts, his fingers finding my nipples and rolling them deliciously.
“Who is Wes?” a velvet voice interrupted, and I froze.
“I am a little offended; here I was thinking you might be fantasizing about me,” the voice continued, and I snapped my eyes back open.
Gone were my sexy blond Brainiac and the jasmine-scented bubbles. I was back in the bath at Vali's house in the desert, and the owner in question was standing over me with a seriously heated look on his face.
My brain slowly woke up as I blinked a couple of times, pulling myself back out of the intensely real dream before I clicked on what he had just said. Or more to the point, what he had just seen. My bubbles had all but evaporated, leaving no doubt in my mind that he could clearly see two fingers of my right hand sunk deep inside my own pussy while the other gripped my breast tight.
“Well,” I said in an offended voice, deciding to roll with it. “That was awfully rude of you to interrupt before I was done.”
“Oh, please,” he replied with a smirk. “Do continue.” He sat down on the edge of the bath near my feet and made no attempt to disguise the lust on his face as he stared at the fingers still inside of me.
It'd serve him right if I did finish myself off in front of him.
For far too long, I very seriously considered it. It seemed wrong though, when the pent up orgasm banging at my door was for Wesley, not Vali.
Sighing, I shook my head and withdrew my hand, reaching out of the tub to grab a towel. The damn thing was out of reach.
“Here, allow me,” the blasted sexy Romanian offered, picking up the towel and holding it out for me to step in to.
Fuck it, not like he hasn't already seen all of me. I hardened my spine and stood straight up, stepping out of the water and into the waiting towel with his laserlike gaze raking over every inch of me.
“Did you need something?” I asked politely with only a tiny edge of snark to my tone.
“So many things…” he purred, giving me a look hot enough to start a forest fire somewhere. Then he winked at me and turned to leave the bathroom.
“Party has already started. You're late. I left your dress on the bed and will be back to collect you in five minutes.” With that, he was gone again.
A heavy breath of air that I hadn't even noticed I was holding puffed out of me, and I collapsed onto the edge of the tub.
What the fuck was that?
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