It wasn’t the first time he’d done this in their shared dreams, but every time was both a revelation and a struggle. Whileher hips were thrusting up into the caress, her legs were trying to press closed but being held open by his big hands, andher head was thrashing, shaking back and forth in what might have been taken for denial even as her whole body fought towardthe release she knew was coming.
When it hit, she screamed, her whole body convulsing, and her mind briefly insensate with the power of it so that she wasn’t sure she would have been able to give her name if anyone had asked what it was. When she finally regained some of her senses, G.G. was over her, completely nude though she had no idea if he’d stripped or just wished or imagined the clothes away in this shared dream, and then she didn’t care as he was thrusting into her.
Ildaria cried out, her arms and legs wrapping instinctively around him as he filled her. Her body beginning to quiver againas he withdrew and thrust forward over and over. This time when she found her pleasure, he was right there with her, roaringin triumph as he found his own. He collapsed on top of her, and just as quickly tried to roll away, but she held him in place,enjoying his weight on her, holding him as they regained their breath.
Ildaria hadn’t forgotten that she had to talk to him, explain about the shared dreams and tell him that they were life mates.But she waited a few moments for their breathing to slow, and then just as she opened her mouth to speak, the phone rang.
Ildaria stiffened, her arms instinctively tightening around G.G. as if to protect him from the intrusion, but it rang againand she turned her head to peer at the bedside table in the bright sunlight pouring through her bedroom window. The ringinghad woken her and the dream had slipped away with consciousness, breaking her connection to G.G.
Cursing, Ildaria glanced at the digital display of the alarm clock next to the phone to see that it was only noon. She’d slept a little more than three hours and was not in the mood for dealing with telemarketers or wrong numbers. She just wanted to go back to sleep and back to her shared dream with G.G., so ignored her phone and closed her eyes. Much to her relief, after two more rings the sound stopped, the call switching to voice mail, she supposed.
Ildaria turned on her side and snuggled under the blankets, eager to return to sleep, but stiffened when the phone began ringingagain. Obviously, whoever it was wasn’t going to be put off.
Muttering under her breath with irritation, Ildaria dragged her arm out from under the blankets and snatched the phone offher bedside table. She didn’t even check to see who was calling; she simply hit the green icon to accept the call and broughtthe phone to her ear.
“Si?” Her voice was groggy with the sleep she wished she was still enjoying and she let her eyes close yet again, hoping itwas a quick call and she could get back to sleep.
“I have tea and a sausage breakfast sandwich with your name on it.”
Ildaria’s eyes blinked open at once. It wasn’t just the fact that it was Sofia’s voice speaking to her, but the mention of a sausage breakfast sandwich. Ildaria loved sausage breakfast sandwiches. She’d tried her first one just a week earlier, compliments of Sofia, but they had become her favorite food. She was addicted to them. They were one of the few foods she was willing to miss out on sleep for. On the other hand, she’d planned to talk to G.G. . . .
“Ildaria?”
Heaving a sigh, she shook her head. “I was about to talk to G.G. about . . . stuff.”
“G.G.’s there?” Sofia asked with surprise.
“No. In our dream. I was going to explain that we’re life mates and—”
“What the hell?” Sofia interrupted. “You were going to tell him in a dream that he’s your life mate? Ildaria,” she said withexasperation. “He’d just think that was wishful thinking, and part of his dream. Or maybe his nightmare,” she muttered withdisgust, and then grouched, “Get out of bed and open the door right now or I’m giving this sausage breakfast sandwich to Elijah.”
“Fine,” Ildaria snapped irritably. Sitting up in bed, she asked, “Why am I opening the door?”
“Because I’m standing on the other side of it with your tea and sandwich. Why else?”
“Well, why didn’t you just knock then?” Ildaria asked, some of her irritation giving way to exasperated amusement. Sofia couldn’tdo anything the normal way. Rather than call, she’d text you to call her, and rather than knock, she apparently called andtold you to open the door. The woman was whacked, she thought as she pushed the sheet and blanket aside and climbed out ofbed.
“Because I would have had to pound pretty loud for you to hear all the way from the bedroom and I didn’t want to wake G.G.He needs his sleep.”
“And I don’t?” she asked sounding just a bit pissy. She padded out of the bedroom and down the hall.
“You might,” Sofia allowed. “But you aren’t the one who’s been acting like a grumpy bear for the last week and a half . . .which is what I wanted to talk about.”
Ildaria grunted in response to that as she crossed the living room, knowing she was acting a bit like that grumpy bear rightnow. But it was nothing compared to how G.G. had been acting the last week. At least, when he was awake. So as she turnedinto the short hall to the door, she said, “G.G. has been a bit short the last week or so. Is that not normal for him?”
“Definitely not,” Sofia assured her, and then lowered the phone when Ildaria unlocked and
