|
An Excerpt From: AMETHYST DREAMS
Copyright © N.J. WALTERS, 2009
Augustine
wasn’t an overly sexual woman, however that wasn’t
the case around this stranger. He brought out parts of her that she’d kept
buried most of her life. She was Augustine Mitchell—sensible, levelheaded
and able to hold her own, physically and intellectually, with all the other
men on a dig. She didn’t recognize this Augustine, the feminine, sensual
one.
Squaring
her shoulders, she stared him down, ignoring the fact that he looked even larger
with his arms folded across his massive chest. His biceps were huge. Still,
she’d never backed down from anyone in her life and she wasn’t about to
start with some man from her dreams. “Why shouldn’t I be here? This is my
dream.”
She
sensed his frustration even though he didn’t move, didn’t make any
betraying gestures. The man was incredibly self-contained.
“It is
not safe for you to be around me.”
She
watched, fascinated as his fingers opened and closed into fists. She didn’t
fear he’d hurt her. On the contrary, she had the feeling that this man was
always in control, maybe too much so. “Why isn’t it safe?” Augustine almost
didn’t recognize the purring, flirty tones of her own voice.
She
took a step toward him. He didn’t move, not even when she placed her palm
in the center of his chest and felt the fast, heavy thud of his heart. He
wasn’t as unaffected as he wanted her to believe. Something nudged her
belly and she automatically shifted closer. There was no mistaking the
rather impressive erection prodding at her stomach. Even though there were
several layers of clothing between them, his shaft felt hot.
“I
don’t want this,” he grated out from between clenched teeth. His eyes
darkened as he lowered his head.
“Then
leave.” She smoothed her fingers over his collarbone before testing the
thick muscles of his shoulders. “It’s just a dream.”
He
shook his head, causing his long hair to brush against the side of her
face. “It’s more than a dream, Augustine. And it may already be too late.”
Before
she could ask him what he meant by that, he captured her mouth with his.
She’d been both right and wrong about his lips. They were firm, but they
were soft too. His tongue slipped along the seam of her lips, seeking
entrance, and she gave it willingly, eagerly. He surged inside, running his
tongue over the edge of her teeth before exploring the cavern of her mouth.
Rorik
seemed to suck all the breath from her body as he laid siege to her mouth.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him. Somewhere along the
way, he’d palmed her ass, tilting her hips inward so her mound was pressed
directly against his swollen cock.
Augustine
groaned and tried to suck in a breath, but it was impossible. The night,
the sky, the moon, the oasis, all disappeared. Nothing existed but Rorik. Time disappeared as the kiss went on and on. She
would have stayed there forever, but he finally broke away. Gasping for
breath, she stared up at him. His eyes were totally black, his face even
harder than before.
If
she’d met him in a dark alley, she’d have been scared to death of him. But
here in her dreams, she felt safe. Plus, somewhere deep inside her, she
knew he’d never hurt her. Not physically. She didn’t question her
instincts. They’d saved her life more than once over the years and she trusted
them implicitly.
“You
should go before it’s too late.” His fingers tightened around her bottom as
he uttered the warning.
She
leaned closer, brushing soft kisses across his jaw. “I think it’s already
too late.” She didn’t want to leave. Not now.
“It’s
not too late for me, is it?”
She
whirled around at the sound of another male voice. Rorik
wrapped his forearm around her stomach, keeping her close. The newcomer was
tall, not as tall as Rorik, but he was still
larger than she. His hair was a little longer than Rorik’s,
but it was a dark brown instead of black. He wasn’t quite as broad as Rorik, but was certainly an impressive specimen of
manhood. If she hadn’t met Rorik first, she would
definitely have been attracted to him. Was attracted to him.
“So it
has begun.” Rorik’s whispered words sent a shiver
down her spine and not a good one. He didn’t sound happy about this.
|