I didn’t get much sleep on the plane. Apparently, not only Evan’s butt was used to comfort. Every inch of my body hurt, and demanded a good rest. So I took a shower, curled up on my bed and passed out, barely closing my eyes.
A picture started forming in my mind, and a new dream came upon me. This time I found myself standing in the middle of a room, illuminated with dozens of burning candles. I wasn’t alone in the room. Someone was standing behind me.
“Close your eyes,” the familiar voice whispered. Warm arms wrapped around my waist, and I leaned back, enjoying the vibrations of the aura I loved so much.
I felt light kisses covering my neckline and shoulders. The touches were so sensual. I thought I would faint, losing myself in their intimacy. The fingers slipped under my shirt towards my belly, and the warm palm smoothly caressed my womanhood, making butterflies dance inside me.
“I missed you,” the voice said, and I felt the familiar need forming inside me. It was so painfully sweet, and there was only one person able to stop it.
I turned around and kissed the delicious and tempting lips. They always knew how to make me want more. When the kiss deepened and a soft moan escaped my throat, I pressed myself closer to the perfect chest that I was dying to touch. It was smooth and strong, as if made of pure gold. The only difference was that gold couldn’t be so warm. The heart was beating fast under my palm, and my own pulse accelerated.
Pure desire rushed through my veins, and the moment I was ready to surrender to the temptation overwhelming me, something changed. I opened my eyes and saw him….
What the hell?!
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