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Rhea ground her head back against the pillows, a low, breathy moan escaping her lips. She caught a glimpse of hooded, green eyes before the man's head dropped to her flushed chest. Hot, molted heat engulfed her nipple and she almost jerked off the bed. Rhea's hands flew to the man's hair; whether to pull him away or to push him closer she didn't know. She gripped his hair in a tight fistful just as his sharp teeth nipped at her distended flesh. The small bite of pain sent a shocking jolt right from the tip of her breast straight to her throbbing core.
Panting, she tried to close her thighs and create some kind of friction but her lover was between her thighs. He insinuated a thick and muscled thigh up to core, rubbing that hot, quivering flesh.
"You want me, baby?" her lover growled in her ear, darting his tongue out in a quick lick to her ear lobe.
"Yessssss..." Rhea hissed as his teeth worried that sensitive bit of flesh.
Her lover chuckled and rewarded her with a quick little kiss.
Trailing his calloused finger tips down the slope of her breast and over her stomach tot eh dip of her pelvis, he finger her honeyed core. The soft tissues there pulsed around his fingers, almost as if pulling him in. Oh god, did Rhea want him inside her. Her hips undulated with the shallow thrusts of his fingers.
"You want me here? In you? Taking you? Making you mine?" With each question, he trust his fingers roughly and quickly into her pussy.
"Yes, yes, yes," Rhea chanted in a mindless litany of pleasure and desire and want. Wanting him so bad, her whole body was quivering. Smiling down at her, he reared up over her on his knees and took his hard cock in his hands. Mesmerized, she watched in abject fascination as he pumped the angry looking flesh. Breathless she wondered how that thick girth would fit into her small, little hole. He murmured some soothing words before placing the tip of his head at her opening. Circling his hips, he rubbed his shaft through the wetness gathering between her two swollen lips. Biting her lips, she gazed wide eyed up at him.
"Say my name," he ordered her without breaking his stride.
More than happy to comply, Rhea opened her mouth.
And with that, Rhea woke up with a jerk. Great, she was having one of the hottest wet dreams in ages and she didn't even know what to call him. She'd probably never see him again and the least she could have done was get him name. Now she had no name for her dream lover, dammit.
Growling in frustration, Rhea swung her legs around and sat up on the bed. That's when she noticed she wasn't passed out on Krysta's couch. In fact she sat on a very sumptuous canopy bed with gauzy curtains tied back to the bed posts. She gazed around in awe as she took in the most beautiful room she had ever been in.
Maybe that concussion had caused some kind of hemorrhage and now she was heaven. Not that she had done a great many deeds that would get her through the pearly gates.
"You're awake." Rhea jerked her head around to see the object of her lusts standing at her door with her his arms crossed. She gulped. He looked even more handsome and brooding in the morning light. His sulky lips were pulled into a displeased frown as he looked at her. Self-consciously, Rhea ran her fingers through what she was sure were a tangled mess of bed hair.
"Um, it would appear so." Her voice came out in a hoarse croak. Her heart was still pounding from her illicit dream and the spot between her thighs was embarrassingly wet. Knowing it was stupid, she never the less flipped eth corner of the dark gold comforter over her lap as if that would hide her lust from him. As if her jeans and undies weren't enough.
"I ordered breakfast. Why don't you take a shower then you can eat."
Before Rhea could open her mouth to thank him or even ask how she got into this sumptuous bedroom, he closed the door behind him and left her alone with her endless questions. Frowning at the door, she childishly stuck her tongue out her host. He was infuriating, more so now after he'd almost gotten her off in her dreams. Bloody tease.
Rhea sighed and began to strip off her clothes. Her mother had always called her impulsive and whenever she did in front of Rhea, she had tended to stick up her nose in affront and promptly done something impulsive. Picking up a strange man in the middle of her melancholy in the middle of the night probably topped the list. She knew absolutely nothing about him and yet here she was sharing a lavish hotel room with him.
Following his orders, albeit grudging she got in the spacious shower. The shower head was stationed straight above her head so she was feeling like she was under a gentle spring rain. A few buttons caught her attention and she soon found out there were more shower heads on the side of the walls that gently massaged the stiff muscles on her back. The past year hadn't allowed her the time to luxuriate in a bath like this. Washing her hair in some expensive smelling shampoo, she also took the time to condition her hair. She'd found people were less prone to be rude to someone who looked pretty. Also, her vanity wouldn't allow her host and dream lover to see her as the rag tag runaway she have seemed like last night and especially this morning.
She found her bag sitting in a rich, brocade chair by the room's single window and took out one of her nicer t-shirts. By nice, she meant that it didn't have any holes and wasn't as threadbare as the others. Wanting to show off her freshly shaven legs, she also put on a pair of booty hugging short.
The grumbling of her stomach convinced her to forgo blow drying her hair so she towel dried as best as she could and skipped form the bedroom with a happy little bounce. The next room had large space devoted to a sitting area and television with a small table set for two to the side overlooking a large floor to ceiling window. Her host was already sitting at the table, a newspaper hiding his face and a cup of coffee in his hands.
Taking the opposite seat, she looked down at the platters of food set out before her. There were waffles, crepes, and pancakes with an assortment of berries and whipped cream on top. There were also some scrambled eggs, sausages, hash browns and more breakfast foods that she couldn't name. A large platter had an assortment of fruits with chocolate and whipped cream. There was even a small carafe of an assortment of coffee drinks accompanied by another tray of sweets. The only thing she could identify on that platter was a crystal dish of Jordan almonds.
Hungry, she piled on as much as she could on her plate and began stuffing her face just like the runaway vagrant she was.
Speaking around her large mouthful, she asked him with a gesture of her fork. "Couldn't make up your mind?"
Her dream lover didn't look up from his paper. Watching him, she swore he flushed a bit.
"I didn't really know what you liked so I got a bit of everything." Actually, it had been her gaunt cheeks that had motivated him to order a feat fit for a king, or in this case a very enchanting imp of a girl.
"Mmmmm, this is good," she said around a mouthful of sausage, eggs, and sweet bread. "So who am I to thank for all of this?"
"Excuse me?" Garret finally looked up from his paper.
