Fire in the Smokies

hair away from her face and kissed her temple she relaxed into his touch. “How did I get so lucky?”

“Fate, my love. And I’m the lucky one.” With that, Brianna drifted into the deepest sleep she could ever remember, wrapped snugly in the arms of the man who claimed he would be at her side for the rest of her life.

Chapter Nine

Brianna was so warm. And naked. Wrapped in a perfect cocoon, her back against a hard male body, she snuggled deeper to enjoy the bliss. A large rough hand splayed over her stomach and rubbed against her skin. She pleaded with the god of dreams to let her stay in this state of perfection for as long as possible before her alarm went off. Since when did she have such erotic dreams?

The hand caressing her wandered up her torso to encompass a breast and knead the soft globe. She moaned in satisfaction and pushed her chest out to get more purchase against those delicious fingers. To her relief, the fingers circled her nipple and flicked over the tip until it stiffened.

Even if she woke up now, it would be worth it. Palm flat, that hand roamed down her body, over her hip and thigh, and then nudged her top leg forward, opening her sex. With her knee bent and tucked up past her center, she leaned forward almost onto her stomach.

Brianna would be willing to give up all future memorable dreams if that hand would just please reach between her legs and caress her clit to completion.

She got her wish. A long finger reached into her core and pulled out her moisture, swirling around her opening before circling her clit and gently pinching the nub.

She was so close. Her senses were all in super mode. She could feel every touch as though she were not only awake, but hypersensitive. She could even smell the masculine scent of her dream man, his soap mixed with a taste of the outdoors. And sex—she could smell her arousal and his beneath the blankets.

She could practically taste what his cock must be like on her tongue—the huge firm length currently pressing into her thigh. Even her sight wasn’t left out. Visions of a tall, muscular, sun-bronzed god with dark thick hair and deep brown eyes rounded out her perfect dream man.

Just when she thought she would finally come under the delicate ministrations of the hand between her legs, it disappeared. Brianna moaned in frustration.

And then, just as suddenly, she was filled to the hilt with her dream man’s huge cock. A long, low groan escaped her lips at the delicious stretching of her pussy. Exactly what she needed.

Wait. Brianna’s eyes shot open when a chuckle filled her ear. Lips landed on her neck, tickling her and bringing her closer to the surface of wakefulness. “Are you finally going to join me, baby?” The words were tender, soft, gentle, deep. They dripped with sex. He chuckled again.

Jaxon. Oh God. It wasn’t a dream. It was reality. As he began to pull out and then plunged back into her, Brianna gripped the sheets and pushed her ass back against him.

Heaven. Jaxon pushed her the rest of the way onto her stomach and wormed his way between her legs, his cock never leaving her warmth. He danced both hands up her body until he gripped her fingers over her head, holding her trapped between the mattress and his huge form.

The pressure was exquisite, better even than the dream. If he would just…move.

“I’m getting there. Patience, baby. You make me come so fast every time, I never get to enjoy your tight hot pussy.” He chuckled again into her neck. “Between your sexy body and your moans of delight, it’s a wonder I can last one minute.” He nibbled a path to her ear, holding himself deep inside her. “When you add the rampant thoughts running through your brain, I can’t hold back.”

Brianna only groaned again. “Shut up and fuck me.”

“Okay. As the lady wishes…” Still pressing her into the bed, Jaxon began to fuck her from behind in earnest. The grip he had on her hands above her head told her how hard he was working to avoid shooting off instantly.

She was so close. Hell, she’d been on the edge of an orgasm minutes ago before even being awake.

“Come with me, baby,” he murmured.

That did it. Brianna’s sex gripped his cock and her orgasm swept her body, shaking her from head to toe. “Jaxon,” she squealed against the pillow.

Right behind her, Jaxon stiffened and held himself deep inside her. She could feel the pulsing of his length as he shot his come against her cervix.

When finally she stopped milking him and he slackened against her, half on top of her and half to the side, Brianna relaxed her muscles. “You’re going to kill me.”

“I hope not.” He spoke into her hair. “I’d miss you.”

Brianna tried to catch her breath, difficult with her face smashed into the pillow. She turned her head to the side and sucked in oxygen. “What time is it?” The room was dark. Hopefully she wasn’t late. Had they even set an alarm?

“Relax.” Jaxon leaned back, only enough to give her wiggle room, and caressed her skin, bringing goose bumps to her entire body wherever his fingers tickled. “It’s early still. I have a great internal alarm. You’ll never be late for anything as long as you’re with me. Unless, of course, I manage to distract you into being late.”

“Ugh.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll have you to the base at six sharp.”

Jaxon leaned across Brianna’s face, wiped the hair from her cheek and kissed her on the mouth. “Good morning.”

“Is that the way you’re planning to wake me every day?” Not that she was complaining.

“Well, it was interesting. I almost lost my concentration when you opened your mind enough to let me slip into your ‘dream’. That was amazing. I was privy to your thoughts even while you were still partially asleep.” He kissed her again, a long, deep, thorough kiss that made her blood flow once again to her sex. When he pulled away, he continued, “I’m glad to know that was the best dream you’ve ever had and I find it interesting that you would plead with the—and I quote—’god of dreams’, to let you orgasm at my hand before you awoke.”

Brianna stiffened and opened her eyes to see him smirking at her. “I’m gonna need to talk to Juliana right away about this blocking you mentioned. That’s just…weird.”

Jaxon swatted her ass, making her flinch. “Shower. Breakfast. There’s a fire still raging out there, haven’t you heard?” As if made of morning energy, Jaxon bounded off the bed and dragged Brianna’s limp body to the edge.

She let him tug her like a rag doll, not helping. She pulled a corner of the sheet over her face and groaned into the mattress. “Lord, don’t tell me you’re a morning person? I don’t think I can take that.”

Mornings were not her friend. She could not be held responsible for anything that happened before two cups of coffee. Anyone who’d ever met her knew that. “Coffee?” The ability to make requests without moving her lips or uttering sounds might come in handy on occasion.

“I’ll go get your elixir if you promise to be at least standing and walking toward the bathroom when I get back.” Jaxon released her and padded from the room. She listened to his footsteps. Just a few more minutes then. Her body was sated. She needed a snooze button.

She must have drifted back into slumber, because the next thing she knew, there was a cool breeze wafting over her naked form. The sheet had been yanked from her body and her eyes shot open in time to watch Jaxon swat her ass gently.

He narrowed his gaze and lowered his face to hers. “You fell back to sleep.”

“Apparently.”

Jaxon pulled her limp body to standing. His face grew serious and he groaned while he kissed her forehead.

Jaxon stood naked before her. Why hadn’t she noticed that? His cock bobbed in front of her. Hell, they’d made love like five minutes ago. Was he always this horny?