see Cinder again. Maybe that was a good thing. She’d never reacted like this to anyone. The last thing she needed to complicate her life was a man.
Jayden stepped out of the shower, dried off and walked to her bedroom.
Wearing nothing but soft pink briefs, she slipped between the cool sheets on her king size bed, propped up her pillows and opened to the first page of an erotic romance about paranormal creatures. After dealing with her clients, seeing crime, lies, betrayals and worse up close, she liked books that allowed her to escape reality.
Ghosts, vampires, angels and demons didn’t exist, so reading about them took her mind off her work completely. While she read, she finished half a bottle of her favorite wine and enjoyed chocolate truffles. To hell with her diet tonight.
Soon she drifted off and slipped into a dream that felt more real than she’d imagined possible. She could even hear her alarm clock ticking.
Something rustled near her window and she assumed it was the wind, since she lived in a fourth floor apartment with no balcony. The scent of wine from the open bottle on her night table wafted on the air and mingled with the aroma of incense and musk.
Her lamp was off, but the full moon cast enough light through her sheer curtains for her to notice a smoky shape standing near the window. Her heart skipped a beat. The shape looked exactly like Cinder.
This had to be a dream, right? If it wasn’t she’d be scared, but she felt absolutely no fear of this apparition. Only curiosity and desire.
Though she didn’t believe in lucid dreaming, she couldn’t resist talking to him. “Who are you?”
“Don’t be afraid. I just… I couldn’t get you out of my mind.”
“Apparently I can’t get you out of mine either.”
It was true. The whole reason she’d been in the mood for a hot book tonight was so she could imagine Cinder as the hero in the love scenes, and of course she was the heroine.
The shape changed, becoming solid, so that Cinder stood in front of her in the flesh. Now she knew she was dreaming.
He approached slowly, his blue eyes smoldering, and sat on her bed. Bracing a hand on either side of her, he dipped his head toward hers. “I want you, Jayden. Do you want me?”
It was her dream, right? Why not enjoy it? “Yeah. I want you.”
Without another word, he covered her mouth in a kiss. It was absolutely perfect, neither too rough nor too gentle.
Jayden closed her eyes and wrapped her arm around his neck. She tugged his shirt from his pants and slid her hand beneath to run her fingers over his smooth, hard chest.
He slipped his tongue between her lips and explored her mouth, his motions slow and thorough. Jayden moaned softly when he tugged the sheet down to her waist and cupped her breasts. He used his thumb to caress her nipple, then he moved down the bed and nuzzled her breasts.
Weaving her fingers through his hair, she arched against him. He captured her nipple between his lips and teased it with his tongue.
Cinder pulled back only to stand and quickly shed his clothes. He was even more gorgeous than she’d imagined. With powerful shoulders, a broad chest, a sexy stomach and steely legs, he aroused her like no man she’d ever met.
She didn’t get to stare at him long, though. Cinder tugged away the sheet and joined her in bed. He slid her panties off and caressed her legs.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, stroking her inner thighs.
He guided her legs over his shoulders and slid his hands beneath her buttocks.
Jayden watched through half-closed eyes as he moistened his lips and dipped his head to kiss her clit. She moaned with pleasure. His warm, wet tongue rolled over her clit. He lapped slowly, as if savoring every taste. Then he thrust his tongue into her pussy.
Jayden nearly melted through the bed. Her breathing quickened and her heart pounded. Cinder explored her thoroughly before he returned to her clit and lapped it rhythmically while kneading and
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