Текст книги "Holly's dream lover fantasy"

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He collapsed on top of her, still buried deep within her flesh. Minutes later, Holly did not feel him shift to the side and slip from the bed as silent as any phantom. She didn't notice when he paused long enough to tenderly remove the blindfold from her eyes and press a gentle kiss against one of her naked shoulders.

Exhaustion had completely overtaken Holly and she was peacefully and dreamlessly asleep. Alone. Her final thought before drifting off was: Why did he not have a scent?

Chapter Five

The next day was a strange one for Holly. For the first time since that horrible night three month ago, she slept in until the morning was gone and the afternoon world was loud and busy outside her window. Lying in bed, luxuriating in her own laziness, she relived the unexpected delights of the previous evening. She was a bit sore between her legs, but overall she felt better, more alive, than she had since before the original home invasion.

She contemplated the future with real excitement and a carefree attitude that had been absent from her personality for months. That awful man had robbed her of her sleep, but he'd also taken away her ability to experience joy as well. And she had let him do that to her. But not anymore. He didn't have any power over her. He never really did. He was just some twisted little pervert who got off on hurting women. Not some all-powerful demon. She knew that now.

Without sleep deprivation clouding her judgment it suddenly became very clear to her that she hadn't needed to re-enact her dream to vanquish her nightmare. All she really needed to do was take control of her thoughts and acknowledge that, on some level, she'd been aroused by the idea of a stranger in her bed. Add the hot cop who'd come to her rescue and she had actually been living out her most deeply repressed fantasies every single night by combining the two concepts into one hot mess of subconscious desire. The fear and anxiety actually came from trying to deny her own sexual nature. But not anymore. She would embrace her sexuality from now on. In the privacy of her own imagination anyway.

Taking a long, hot shower was a sensual pleasure she'd never noticed before. Usually she bathed quickly and efficiently, but today she stood under the spray for long minutes and really experienced the warm water sluicing over her skin in a silky caress. Taking the bar of soap from its dish, she lathered up a soft, cotton washcloth and smoothed it over every inch of her body, paying very special attention to her breasts and her inner thighs.

Unable to help herself, she rubbed the cloth over her warm pussy and thought about the sound of his voice as he'd described how pink and pretty she was down there. Then she thought about his firm cock filling her, how he had been so ruthless and demanding once he'd been all the way inside her.

Dropping the cloth, Holly pressed her own fingers deep within her cleft while strumming her sensitive bud with one slippery thumb, just like he'd done the night before. Just thinking about him and his talented fingers and tongue was all it took to send her spiralling into her first solitary orgasm.

Back in her room, she got dressed with a small smile on her face. Looking at herself in the mirror over her dresser and seeing the flushed glow on her cheeks made her smile widen. She looked happy. Still thin, but the dark circles under eyes were definitely less noticeable and there was no denying the way her lips looked naturally red and swollen without even a hint of cosmetics. She looked like a woman who had been loved long and hard the night before and it suited her.

In the mirror's reflection she could also see the wreck that was her bed. The duvet was half off and the many pillows were either squashed into submission or on the floor. But he'd left nothing behind. Even her panties were neatly folded on top of her dresser. She'd been hoping he'd left one of the hand-cuffs or the scarf behind as a souvenir, anything to remind her that her night with her fantasy man had really happened, but there was no tangible sign of his presence at all. Even the security alarm was still set. Had she dreamed the whole thing?

Realizing that she'd never discussed a concrete plan for the return of her apartment keys with Miss Bright, Holly rushed out to the living area, looking on her coffee table and then the small dining table in her kitchen. Still nothing. Not a note or anything. She'd been half-expecting her spare apartment keys to be sitting in some obvious place, but they weren't anywhere to be found, which meant he had returned them to Emily, the barista at the coffee place off the lobby, or he still had them.

She looked at her watch and saw that it was just after three in the afternoon. Emily would be arriving for her shift soon. Instead of pulling on her usual sneakers, Holly searched through her hall closet for the high-heeled wedges she rarely wore. She wanted to feel pretty today and a cute pair of shoes wouldn't hurt her confidence if she happened to run into her dream man. Not that she would recognize him if he was there. Or would she? She really didn't know for sure but she hoped.

When she arrived at the coffee shop, Emily saw her right away and gave her a huge knowing grin over the heads of the customers waiting in line for her to take their drink orders.

Holly grinned back, and sat down at her usual table, knowing that her friend would bring her regular order over to her when she had a few minutes to spare. Judging by the eager expression on Emily's face, she would be doling out caffeinated beverages at turbo-speed in order to chat with Holly about her mystery man.

Holly tapped her fingers against the small, wooden table and looked around for any familiar faces, but there weren't any tall, broad-shouldered men anywhere to be seen. Reluctantly, she admitted to herself that she was torn. As much as she was a little distressed at the thought of a stranger still being in possession of her keys, at least it left the door open for him to make another appearance at her apartment tonight.

Is that what she wanted? A continuation of the fantasy? Could they just meet in the dark and live out whatever twisted desire that occurred to her? The idea had some merit. After living so many years without understanding the appeal of physical passion, she was not prepared to give it up now. Just one night had reformed her views entirely. She wanted more exquisite sex, and for her that seemed to begin and end with him.

Or did she want something else? More perhaps? But a relationship with a male prostitute? She really didn't think she was ready for that. And despite her modest career success she really couldn't afford to pay him ten thousand dollars a night. This had been a one time extravagance for her, and besides she was fairly certain that Delta of Venus Inc., did not offer repeat performances.

Of course, she could probably go to Miss Bright and say that her Scene Facilitator hadn't met most of her requirements and demand a repeat performance. That part was true, at least. She had requested a large, dominant man to invade her home in the middle of the night and force her to have sex with him. That's not exactly what she received. He hadn't really forced her to do anything at all. And she'd also requested that she be shackled throughout the entire scenario, which had not happened. And he had not taken her roughly from behind either. All in all, very few of her requirements were met.

Not that she was complaining. He'd given her exactly what she needed and so much more. But Miss Bright didn't need to know that. Holly could plead dissatisfaction and have another evening of complete and utter bliss with her dream man if she desired.

Waiting for Emily, she grinned to herself at this idea. As much as she might fantasize about black-mailing her dream man into a repeat performance, she would never actually do such a thing. Exploiting him like that would be the equivalent to forcing him and she wasn’t capable of being so ruthless. Besides, he'd already proven that he was incapable of fulfilling her fantasy. He wasn't the type of guy who could degrade women, even if they wanted it that way. She couldn't very well demand that he try the same thing again. Especially considering she had no interest in that particular scenario ever again. She was over it.

And who was to say that Miss Bright would send the same man anyway? The thought of being with someone else held zero appeal for Holly. She wanted one guy and one guy only. Even if she wasn't absolutely sure who he was.

Looking up, she saw that Emily was finally headed in her direction. And the tall red-head was dangling Holly's keys from the tip of one pale finger.

Holly tried not to let her disappointment show as Emily dropped the keys in front of her and set a frothy Frappucino and muffin beside them. Holly thanked her friend and took a sip from her drink to stall as she gathered her emotions. It was over then. He wasn't going to be coming back tonight or any night. And he hadn't put the keys back in the padded envelope she'd provided, so now her friend knew exactly what her dream man had been picking up. This was not good. The interrogation would now be unavoidable.

"Holly!" Emily said in a hoarse stage whisper as she sat down. "Why didn't you tell me you were having a booty call? Damn, girl. It's about time. And that guy! Whew, he was something else." She fanned herself with her apron like she was in the middle of a heat wave.

Holly gave her friend an admonishing look. "He was just testing my alarm system for me. I was at my mom's last night and he needed to get in there to take a look at it." Holly said lamely.

Emily's grin widened. "He came in at 11:30 last night to pick up that mysterious package and then dropped the keys off at 5:30 this morning wearing the same exact clothing, except his shirt was on backward."

Holly just shrugged.

"He looked like his hair had been attacked with a rake and you're trying to tell me that he was testing your alarm all night long? I think he was testing something else all night long. Am I right?"

Holly went on the defensive. "What were you doing here this morning anyway? I thought you were working the afternoon shift."

"Had to switch. Concert tonight. I'll be leaving in about 20 minutes to get ready, so spill it. Who is he? And did you finally have the big 'O?' Cause Mr. Tall, Dark and Dangerous looked like he was packing some serious heat." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Holly flushed and looked down at her muffin but a little smile lifted the corner of her full mouth.

"I knew it." Emily crowed. "Of course, he'd been watching you for awhile, so I really wasn't surprised when he came in here this morning looking like he'd just been rode hard and put away wet." She patted Holly's arm and took a corner off her muffin. "I knew you had it in you. So happy for you. He's a really sweet guy. Big tipper, but then you probably already know that." Emily winked and snorted at her own little double entendre.

Holly didn't laugh, she went a bit pale. "What? Watching me? Here?"

"Yeah. He's a regular. Most afternoons around 3 or 4 he'll show up and sit in the back. I kind of thought he was waiting for something, the way he watched the door. Then I noticed that you usually show up around the same time, looking for your muffin fix." She pointed at the maple nut confection. "He used to come in with his partner late at night, but not lately. Too bad. He really filled out that uniform. Man, I love cops. You are so lucky."

Suddenly, Holly was grinning from ear to ear. She stood up and planted an unexpected smacking kiss on Emily's cheek. "Oh. You have no idea how lucky I am." She drew a twenty dollar bill out of her wallet and placed it on the table next to the muffin, not even waiting for change as she began backing away from the table towards the door. "I have to go make a phone call. Thanks for everything, Em. Enjoy your concert tonight, okay?"

Shaking her head in puzzlement, Emily watched her friend practically run out of the coffee shop. Now, what was that all about? she thought to herself. Of course, if she had a stud-muffin like Constable Delgado burning up her sheets, she wouldn't be wasting time hanging around a coffee shop either.

Two nights later…

Holly slowly made her way down the dim hallway of the unfamiliar apartment. Using the wall to guide her she carefully counted until she was standing in front of the third door on the left. Smoothing her hands down her body, she pulled tight on the belt of the dark trench-coat she was wearing over her completely nude body.

She hesitated befo re reaching for the doorknob. What had seemed brilliant this afternoon seemed downright stupid right now. Especially considering she had no i dea what her dream man's reaction would be when she showed up in his b edroom. What if he was horrified? Or thought she was unhinged? Ju s t because he'd been watching her for months didn't mean he wanted a n ything more from her than one night of mind-blowing sex. And perhaps t hat was a pity thing. Or possibly a guilt thing. He had promised to protect h er. Maybe he thought providing orgasms fell under his bodyguard dutie s?

No, that was rid i culous. There was something between them. She knew it. If she was wrong about this then at least she had tried to do something daring and bold for a change. And calling him on the phone had just seemed lame considering they'd already been about as intimate as humanly possible.

Biting her lip, s he pushed on the door and was relieved when it didn't squeak. It sw u ng open smoothly and she carefully stepped into the dark room, trying not to trip in her 5-inch heels. It was even darker inside, but she could make out the shape of a massive bed in the middle of the room. S he could also see that the bed was occupied by a very large, dark for m lying among st the pale sheets.

Approaching the be d, she was just reaching into her pocket for the hand-cuffs she'd bo u ght that afternoon, when a flurry of movement on the bed caught her a t tention. Startled, she started to back away, but it was too late. A dark hand reached out for her and effortlessly pulled her onto the be d.

Once again, she w as lying on her back with a huge, unyielding weight on top of her. This t ime, however, there was a sudden and blinding light from the lamp n e xt to the bed and then she was looking up into the handsome but shocked face of Dante Delgado, stalker, former police officer, and dream m an.

"Holly," he e xclaimed. "What the hell are you doing here?" He quickly remove d his bulk from where he was sprawled on top of her and helped her sit u p on the side of the bed. Leaning back against the headboard, he rubbed his eyes and took a good look at her. "And Christ, w h at are you wearing?" His eyes travelled down to where her trench-co a t had parted to reveal most of her legs.

Holly tugged on th e trench-coat until the sides covered most of her thighs, but her concentration wasn't really on preserving her modesty. She was too busy taking her own visual invent o ry of his incredible body. Boy, had she been stupid to we a r a scarf over her eyes for t heir last meeting. What a waste!

H is body was pure m asculine perfection. The light blue sheet was pooled in his lap but h e was completely naked from the waist up. His smooth olive skin was sl i ghtly tanned, like he'd been working outside recently, and there w as a slight smattering of hair between his defined pectoral muscles. Fro m the broad, sloping shoulders to his sinewy forearms, he looked lik e he'd been crafted from marble. It was all she could do not to reac h out and run her hand down his six-pack and see where his tan ended.

H is body seemed positive l y huge, which is part of the reason she hadn't really believed he w a s her dream man. In his uniform he had looked fit, trim and compact. Without his clothes he looked and felt like Superman or maybe Tarzan judging by the wi ld appearance of his dark hair.

"Surprise," s he said weakly, pulling the hand-cuffs out of her pocket. This was n ot going as planned. She'd really hoped that he would just jump her and they'd live happily ever after. Instead he looked confused and m ore than a little cautious.

"I don't under s tand. How did you get in here?"

"When I finally f igured out who you were, I called Miss Bright and told her I needed t o see you. She didn't go for it at first, but eventually I convinc e d her, and she called your brother. He was more than happy to help m e out. I told him coming here tonight was part of a practical joke."

"That doesn ’ t surprise me. He's always more than willing to give me a hard ti m e."

Oh dear, that di d n't sound very positive. "Are you upset that I'm here? I'm n ot a crazy stalker or anything. If that's what you're thinking. ”

"That's not wh a t I was thinking at all." He gave her a h alf smile and touched her hair. "I'm just a bit overwhelmed. I think I was dreaming about you. A bout the other night in your apartment. An d then you we re here." He tugged on the belt of her trench-coat. "Looking like every man's fantasy. What do y ou have on under there anyway?"

She removed the tail of her belt from his hand. "That's part of the surprise. But you can unwr a p me later. First things first."

Dante eyed the fuz z y pink shackles doubtfully. "And what are you planning to do with t h ose?"

"Well," she s aid, moving closer to him. "You helped me out a lot the other nig h t, and I thought I'd return the favor. You said you'd like that, remember?" She dangled the cuffs in front of his eyes for a mome n t and then took his closest hand in hers and lifted it until it was pressed aga i nst the headboard. Then she gently wrapped one ring around his powerf u l wrist and clicked it into place.

He grinned, watc h ing her with interest and not a little heat. "Umm… Holly? Where are you going to attach that? I don't have any bars."

Holly frowned in d i sappointment. His headboard was a monstrous slab of carved wood cover e d in dark blue suede. Not exactly ideal for the activities she had in mind. "It doesn't matter, we can just pretend. Just keep your hands here," she said, reaching across him, she pushed his othe r hand against the headboard. "And I'll do the rest. Okay?"

He nodded his asse n t with a lopsided grin and shook his hands like they were helplessly sh a ckled to the headboard.

Holly tried to rem a in appropriately serious, but it was a losing battle. He looked a b i t ridiculous with one fuzzy, pink cuff dangling from his thick wrist. Only he could simultaneously look both silly and absolutely sexy as hel l. There was something so erotic about seeing him powerless like this. Now that she had decided to embrace her sexuality she could admit that s he liked having him at her mercy. Even if it was under false preten c e s.

Unsure where to be g in, Holly touched his cheek, gently tracing the long scar along his cheekbone. "Does this hurt?" She asked.

"Not anymore."

She shook her head and leaned forward to press her lips against the wound. "Did you get this w hen you went after that man? The suspect?"

He closed his eyes for a moment. "You know about that then?"

She nodded.

He sighed. "I r ealize this makes me look like a violent asshole. But I want you to k n ow that I've never hit a woman. Would never do that. Ever. I' m not like that." His dark eyes burne d with intensity as he looked do wn at her.

Holly shook her he a d and traced one of his dark eyebrows with one thumb. "I know you’re not like that, Dante. I could tell from the gentle way you touched me the o ther night. I'm not worried about that at all."

"I actu ally got this from my idiot brother."

"Damien hit you? ” She cried, clearly appalled.

"Nope. Differe n t brother. And we hit each other. This was an accident."

"You boys play ro ugh."

He grinned. "Yo u have no idea. ” He waved one shackled hand at his face. “Am I hideous? With the scar, I mean. Not as studly as you imagined. "

Holly shook her head vehemently and studied his handsome face. Honestly, the scar took away some of the boyishness that still existed there in his visage and transformed him into something else. Something dark and dangerous. “You’re gorgeous. More handsome than I remembered.”

Dante rolled his eyes. “I really doubt that, but I’m glad you don’t think I’m a monster.”

Distracted by his b ody, Holly smoothed her hands along hi s massive shoulders and then ove r his powerful chest. He looked so strong. She really couldn't fa t hom how he managed not to crush her.

Slowly, she slid one hand down his body. She fluttered her fingertips along his ribs a n d tried to look innocent when he raised an eyebrow at her.

"What?" she s aid. "You don't like that?"

"I'm pretty su r e we agreed to no tickling."

"I have no idea w hat you mean. That was a completely separate fantasy. It has no bea r ing on what's happening here tonight. New fantasy. New rules."

"Is that what th i s is? A fantasy? Or is it something more?" He asked, removing his wrists from the headboard, he gently grabbed her hands where they were tormenting his ribs and pressed the m against his stomach to keep th em still.

"This is your fa n tasy," she said, looking up at him seriously. "And it can be w hatever you want."

"Holly, you do n 't have to do that. I mean, I love that you're here. And I re a lly love that you seem to be completely naked under that coat, but I n eed to know what's going on. I hate to sound like a chick, but wh a t does this all mean?" He gave her hands a little shake and the loo s e hand-cuff rattled against his hip.

"What do you thi n k it means?"

"I don't reall y know. You obviously went to a lot of trouble to track me down, and I have no idea how y ou figured out it was me. I even scrubbed m yself down with un scented products to keep my secret identity intact."

"That was pretty impressive. Though it did make me wonder if I'd just had sex with t h e creep from that night."

He went pale. "J eez. I didn't think of that. I was more concerned with you recogn i zing my scent."

"It's okay. T he thought crossed my mind, but it was pretty obvious that you weren ’t a rapist. You couldn't even go through with the rough sex part of my fantasy."

"Since you're h ere, I'm going to assume that you w eren't terribly disappointed.”

"Are you kidding? No, I wasn’t disappointed at all. I had no idea sex could be so good. Which is part of the rea s on I'm here. Because I want more of that. If you do, that is. ”

"Honey. Nothin g would make me happier than giving you all the sex you could possibly w a nt. But is that all you want? We can leave it at that if you want, but I'm hoping there's more. A lot more to this."

Holly looked down at their clasped hands and then stared deeply into his beautiful brown eyes. " I'm also here because you've been keeping me safe for months, sa c rificing your time and e nergy to fulfill a promise. I know I should be strong and independent and hate the fact that you feel you need to prot e ct me but it also makes me feel so grateful and secure, knowing you g i ve a damn about what happens to me. I just can't tell you how much it means to me that you c a re so much." She lifted his hands to her mouth and kissed the knuck l es, trying to ignore the pink handcuff.

"Holly, I don' t want you to be with me just because you feel grateful and horny. Ple a se tell me there's more."

"Hold on. I' m getting to that part. Be patient." She leaned back and gave him an a dmonishing look.

"Fine. I'll s hut up. But stop kissing my hands for a few seconds or I'm not goin g to be able to concentrate on what you're saying."

She lowered their h ands to his stomach again and couldn't help noticing how the sheet wa s tenting over his lap in a truly impressive manner. "I can see that you're a little distracted. Now I am too." She said, licking h er lips.

"What can I say? Guys are simple creatures. Be d + half-naked girl = massive hard on. You ha ve a very predictable effect on my anat omy.

"

"And for that I' m eternally grateful."

He groaned. "No more gratitu d e. Just tell me what you want. Please. I need to hear you say it. ”

She leaned forward and pressed a kiss just above his heart. "I want you. Not for one night or just a fantasy. I want everything. I don't know why, b u t I feel like there's more between us than just chemistry. I felt i t the night you rescued me and I felt it again when you tried to fulfill my fantasy. For me, what's between us is real and can't be deni ed. I really want to be with you and fi nd out if we can have an actual, normal, adult, long-term relationship. How about you?"

He drew her agains t his broad chest and kissed her passionately. When he pulled back they were both breathless. "There's really nothing I want more, but I hav e one more confession to make."

Holly traced his l i ps with her fingers. "Pleas e don't tell me that you're goin g to continue to work at Delta of Venus Inc."

He laughed. "No way. I'm definitely not cut out for that. That was a one-time on l y deal. Apparently I'm the second worst Scene Facilitator they've ever had."

"Second? Who' s the worst?"

"You met my brot h er? I assume he let you in?"

"Hmmm…Re a lly? I would think he'd be excellent at fulfilling women's fantas i es."

"Not sure I like the sound of that," he growled.

Holly shrugged and looked innocent. "He just seems v e ry capable. Now, what's your confession?"

"Well. I actua l ly noticed you more than a year ago at that coffee shop. I wanted to a pproach you then but kept chickening out. When I burst into your apartment that night I couldn't believe my luck. I got to play k night in shin i ng armo u r to the girl of my dreams. My own personal fantasy."

"Seriously? Wh y didn't you just come up and talk to me? I would have been thrilled. Believe me." She smoothed her hand over his chest again. "I m ean, look at you. You're incredible."

"Incredibly awkw a rd when it comes to sweet, sexy women apparently."

She shook her head in denial. "I can't believe that."

"It's true. A sk my brother. He'd be more than happy to share all my short-coming s."

"Hmmm…I r eally can't see any shortcomings." Her hand wandered down to his l ap and squeezed his prominent erection.

He gasped at her b o ld caress. Grabbing her by the waist he picked her up and placed her astride his lap with hi s cock jutting up between them. Yanking on the belt of her coat he rou g hly pulled the lapels apart and studied her naked body as it was reveal ed to him.

"God, you're beautiful," he murmured, pushing h er coat entirely off her shoulde rs. He roughly palmed her breasts and then leaned forward to lick one hard, pink nipple.

"No more confess i ons?" She asked, lifting her body until her slick pussy hovered o v er the head of his straining erection.

"Nope. All out of secrets. Now let's get on with my fantasy, shall we?"

"M y p leasure," she sighed as she slowly and sweetly had her wicked way w i th him.

I t was a dream come true, for both of them.