She takes a step closer to him, seemingly drawn by his handsomeness, the electric connection they seemed to share. He also takes a step towards her, bringing them so close together she could lean forward just an inch to rest her head against his strong chest.
Just as her imaginary Samuel reaches an arm out to touch her, caress her, she pulled her mind away from the potent fantasy. Part of her desperately craved to indulge in the fantasy, to let him draw her up into him and kiss her senseless, yet she couldn’t indulge herself right now.
Reality was Samuel sitting opposite her in her cousin’s cabin, waiting for her to share a fantasy. This particular fantasy, she knew, was one to re-create and wallow in alone with her vibrator long after he had left, not to be spoken aloud and held answerable for.
Pulling her mind up and away from the drugging intensity of that particular fantasy, she opened her eyes, grateful she hadn’t become so ensnared in her own fantasy to have spoken it aloud to Samuel.
“You going to tell me that one?” he queried, staring intently at her with a familiar flame burning deeply in his deep blue eyes.
“Uh, no. I think I’ll keep that one to myself.”
Samuel seemed to think of that for a moment, then nod. “Fair enough. But you better have something good to replace it with. From over here that looked like a mighty fine fantasy.”
Chloe smiled, relieved to be let off the hook.
“Well, one of my long-standing fantasies is to do it in the ocean at nighttime. A pool would suffice in a pinch, but the real fantasy is the ocean. I love the wildness one can find in the ocean, and I specified nighttime because something about the night lets me relax and break free for a bit.”
Samuel smiled lazily. “Do tell.”
Closing her eyes, she thought of the rolling dark ocean on a lovely hot summer’s night.
“Imagine being in the ocean on one of those lovely hot, balmy summer evenings. The air is hot, the sun’s just set, so the sky still has traces of light, but is that lovely twilight, dark blue color. A few scattered stars are out, only the largest and brightest. I love the ebb and pull of the ocean. I could stand in the waves, the water up to my neck, for hours and just let the ocean push and pull me around. I love the sound of the waves crashing on the sand, loud, but so sweet to one’s ears, don’t you think?”
Silently, Chloe built the image in her mind. Remembered every beloved vacation as a child, every escape she had made down to the coast. She imagined herself standing in the ocean, warm, but cool at the same time, surrounded by such a mass of water. She could hear the crash of the waves, smell the tangy salt in the air.
“Mmm,” Samuel murmured, “I agree there are few things more seductive than standing in the ocean at dusk on a hot summer night. However, I must admit to being more interested in what your fantasy man does to you in the ocean.”
Chloe smiled and opened her eyes, looking over at the hunk sitting opposite her.
“Why Samuel, what a one-track mind you have. Couldn’t my fantasy man and I simply stand next to each other in the ocean, enjoying the ebb and pull of nature’s waves? Enjoy the beauty of the night?”
Samuel grinned. The toothy grin reminded her of how he might smile in his wolf form. “I might be able to stand there platonically,” he raised an eyebrow at her muffled laugh, “but you on the other hand would likely do something to distract me and ruin my good intentions.”
Chloe grinned, totally missing the reference to them being together in her fantasy.
“Maybe. Maybe not. Depends on how easy it is to distract you.” Sitting back, she smiled at him.
“I suppose I have the same sort of fantasy every women does. I would love to have total, unrestricted access to my man. I wouldn’t want to have my hands pushed away with a fierce ‘Not here!’ or ‘Not now!’ hissed at me. Or worse, to be grudgingly allowed to tease and feel my way around and be stoically put up with. Just like men want women who are open and honest with their feelings, so do women want to be embraced and allowed to explore their own desires. I think one of the biggest factors turning women off exploring their men is the fear they’ll be turned away or told they’re doing it wrong.”
Samuel raised an eyebrow in total disbelief. Chloe frowned.
“Don’t look like that. I’m serious. I’ve dated a couple of guys who were far more interested in their image than in exploring the more sexual side to a relationship. Guys like that really are out there. Believe it or not, just like there are women with high and low sex drives—so too are there men around who simply have more important things on their minds than sex.”
Samuel thought about her words, and then grudgingly nodded. “Now that I think about it, I agree with you. It’s just not something one comes across regularly in a man.”
Chloe nodded. “True. But having been with a few men who had a different sex drive to mine, that sort of compatibility isn’t something I take for granted anymore.”
Samuel grinned. “With the right man, sexual compatibility won’t be an issue, I can guarantee it.”
Chloe smiled, more than certain Samuel’s sexual drive was a match for her own. “I believe you.”
“Do go on, little girl. You hold me breathless with anticipation.”
Chloe raised an eyebrow.
“After all the luscious details I gave you about myself and my fantasy woman, I would dare to say you owe me
