Anna was taller than the average woman and padded well. The men of his time would have fought wars over her. She was voluptuous with wide hips and thick thighs that would cushion him well. He felt his dick start to harden. Anna was the type of woman who could take everything he had to offer and leave him begging for more.
Shayne wanted to reach his hand over and run it through her reddish-blonde hair. Would it be soft or coarse? It had partially fallen out of the clip it was in. He couldn’t tell how long it was, but it was full of ringlet curls. He would love to see them spread out around her naked body.
The woman was an odd mix of sensuality and vulnerability. He reminded himself that she was completely off limits. He had no business thinking of her and sex in the same thought, although his dick was telling him something different.
Anna wasn’t the type of woman a man took to bed once, and he wasn’t a lifetime type of guy. It was pretty black and white. He was hundreds of years old and set in his ways. His teeth ground together in frustration as he faced the truth. There wouldn’t be any scratching his itch. Not with Anna. His decision left him feeling deflated.
The sooner he got his assignment over with, the better it would be for him. Women like Anna weren’t meant for men like him.
ANNA WAS LYING IN THE middle of a huge bed, complete with black satin sheets. Shayne was naked and rock hard between her legs, suckling on her breasts. Her fingers were locked behind his muscled neck while her breasts strained against the heat of his mouth, loving the attention he was lavishing on them.
She bucked against the long and heavy erection prodding between her legs. Lifting his head, Shayne gave her a sexy half smile. “Find something you like?”
She reached down and wrapped her fingers around the hard piece of flesh. “I’d like it a lot better here,” she replied in a throaty voice, guiding him to the entrance that represented paradise for both of them.
JUST AS HE WAS ABOUT to claim her, she woke up. Anna's body ached, desperately wanting to be fulfilled. She rolled over and buried her face in the pillow before releasing a long, painful groan. The dream had felt so real to her. Reality is a bummer.
The fading afternoon sunlight peeked around the edge of the drawn curtains. With a start, she realized she was in a hotel room. The other bed looked like it had been slept in, but Shayne was nowhere to be seen. Anna let out a huge sigh of relief. She would have been at a loss if she had to explain that dream or her reactions to it.
As if her thoughts had summoned him, she heard the key turn in the lock a second before the door swung open. He quickly stepped in and closed it, blocking out the light. Shayne was wearing a cap and dark sunglasses. He was trying to conceal his identity but why?
Anna watched him move towards the bed and felt lust spiking through her body. It was all she could do to not sigh. In the sun, he was even better looking than he’d been the night before. Something about Shayne affected her in a way she'd never experienced before, and she wasn't entirely comfortable with it.
He stopped at the edge of the bed and pulled off his glasses and cap. His powerful blue-eyed gaze settled on her intently before saying, “Well, well, look who’s awake. I thought I'd have to get you up myself.” He didn’t look too put out at the idea.
She flushed. What would he say if he knew she'd just dreamed about him? And not just any dream but a sex dream. Embarrassed and uncomfortable, her hand tugged the blanket up even higher. Shayne arched his brow at the action, but he didn’t comment on it.
“I figured you might want something to eat,” he said. He looked like he was struggling not to smile.
“Thank you,” she replied, as she decided to look everywhere but at him. “I am hungry.”
The feel of his eyes upon her was almost like a physical touch moving across her body. Her blush spread from her cheeks down to her chest. She wasn't used to a gorgeous man making her the center of his attention. She didn't know how to handle it.
There was something really erotic about the way he watched her, and past experiences hadn’t prepared her for it. The last thing she needed was to get a crush on someone who took their flirtations casually. Her self-confidence had taken enough hits in the past.
Besides that, Anna knew there was a chance she was reading too much into his interest. Her judgment was flawed when it came to men. As far as she knew, he was simply watching over her and protecting her, as he'd said he was going to do. Her interest could be entirely one sided. Past experiences told her it was. She was going to be smarter and wiser than she'd been in the past, and she was going to ignore her attraction as best she could.
Shayne put the bag of food at the foot of the bed before crossing his arms and perusing her. “I need you to eat and get ready to go. We have to be on the road by nightfall.” With a glance toward the windows, Anna realized that wouldn’t be very long.
The smell of the food was tempting her, and she leaned over to grab the bag. As she did, the blanket fell down. With a gasp, Anna realized she was naked.
Yanking the blanket back up, she glared at him. “Where are my clothes?” she sputtered.
