Fran Lee - Out of Her Dreams

She gave him a wicked grin as he opened his eyes and tried to regain his breath. He stared down into her face as she gently zipped him back up and rose to kiss him slowly. He could taste himself on her lips and tongue and he growled huskily against her mouth, “I’ll take care of you later. And expect no mercy.”

“Thank you. I won’t.”

The limo that picked up Victor and Yvonne was a wonderful stretch Hummer and when Yvonne leaned out the door and said, “Hey, you two. Aren’t you coming with us? No need to grab a taxi. Load on in.”

Sam glanced at David, who shrugged and grinned. They climbed into the limo, which would have easily held a dozen more people, and Sam gasped aloud and said, “My God. All of the crew could fit in here. Is that a wet bar?”

Victor didn’t say a word but watched his wife’s face instead. With a shake of her blonde head, the WBW rolled down her window and yelled, “If you want a ride, get your asses on board. Last call. The crew can get those bags, Heidi. Let them do their jobs. Come on Wolfie, baby. Don’t be shy!”

And ten minutes later, sixteen laughing, joke-cracking, happily relaxed people were all on their way to the New York Sheraton, while Yvonne sat on Victor’s lap and ran her hands over his still well built chest as he kissed her slowly and with great enjoyment.

To conserve space, Sam perched on David’s lap, Heidi found a pleasant spot on the Wolfman’s knee and the huge sumo was smilingly cuddling his own tiny wife on his lap. Heather held up her plastic champagne flute and said, “To our new friend and one hell of a tough little broad, Sam Hastings. Hear, hear!”

Sam blushed hotly as they all raised cups and glasses and David drew her closer into his chest, running his lips over her throat as he rumbled, “Hear, hear!”

They had the evening free, except for a party with some New York promoters and West Coast entertainment moguls that would start at nine. It was only six fifteen when the limo stopped at the awning-shaded front doors of the hotel and everyone piled out. David didn’t move until the rest were out, except for Victor and Yvonne, and then he said quietly to Vic, “I think I’ll take Sam up for a nap. See you two later.”

Yvonne gave a laugh that brought hot color to Sam’s cheeks and the woman’s ice blue eyes were full of amusement. “You go enjoy your man, Sam, honey, because I sure as hell plan on enjoying mine tonight.”

Victor laughed and grabbed her again and kissed her warmly as David and Sam exited the limo. Once on the red carpet beneath the awning, he bent close to her ear and whispered, “I think you’re gonna be my PR specialist, Sam. I’ve never seen anyone handle those people so easily. And that’s really saying something.”

“They’re all great folks, David. They have hearts of gold under those tough exteriors, just like you.” Her finger trailed over his cheek and then she turned and walked under the awning into the hotel. He caught up to her and slid a possessive arm about her waist.

“Heart of gold? Me? You sure got that one wrong, lover. I’m one of the worst assholes in the sport, or haven’t you been paying attention?”

“Oh, I hear the little speeches you give on TV about who you’re gonna bust in half and whose legs you’re gonna break but when it comes right down to it, Mr. Chance, you are a pussycat inside.” Her green eyes glowed wickedly up at him.

David grinned down at her. “A what?”

“A pussycat.”

“You comparing me to that white ball of fluff you think is a cat?”

“No. Snowball is much tougher to deal with than you. He talks smack.”

“And I don’t?”

“Only in the locker room and in the ring. And you know he’ll be royally pissed off at you when we get home. He hates staying at home with your housekeeper while we’re away. Remember what happened last time?”

“Yeah. I couldn’t get the cat piss out of my favorite shirt. Had to dump it in the trash chute.”

Check-in was managed quickly at the VIP desk where everything had been prearranged for the large group of FWP guests. After grabbing the envelope containing their card keys, David practically dragged her toward the main elevators.

The elevator door opened to admit them and he escorted her inside, punching the button before anyone else could pile in with them. Once the door slid shut, she gasped as he dragged her into his arms and kissed her with so much steamy intent, she couldn’t get her breath. He enjoyed her sweet mouth for a moment, before pulling back and staring down at her.

“I know. Cameras.”

“You know that today is our three-month anniversary?” Her voice was quiet.

“You’re kidding. We’ve been together that long?” His voice was quiet too.

She nodded, not able to say it aloud.

He wasn’t smiling as he brushed her hair out of her face. David hadn’t realized time was rushing by so fast. He inhaled deeply and let it out slowly. That was the one thing he didn’t want to think about. She was sweet and completely adorable and she approached sex like a man did, no coyness or crap thrown up to obstruct the simple pleasurable act. She was like no one he’d ever known before. He was like a kid in a candy shop when she was in his arms.

He had grown used to having her beside him. Under him. On top of him. Doing wonderful, breathtaking stuff to him. He didn’t want to consider what his day-to-day life would be like without her there. He didn’t like thinking about that. He would deal with that day when it came. He slid his big hands around her tiny waist and said with a hungry note in his voice, “Let’s ditch the party tonight. Let’s lock the doors and forget anybody exists but you and me.”

“We can’t ditch the party. Important people are gonna be there and we’ll be letting down Victor and Yvonne.”

His eyes slid over her flushed cheeks, knowing that she really didn’t give a damn about the party. But she did give a damn about his friends. And that made him hate the thought of losing her even more. Not many people liked his friends. He ran his hands up the sides of her body until his thumbs were snugged gently against the soft lower curve of her breasts and he said roughly, “Well, let’s not waste the little time we have before we have to go to the damn party.”

She startled him by flinging her arms about his neck and wrapping her legs about him with the most satisfying urgency, causing him to nearly lose his balance as he took a step back to stop the momentum of their bodies. “Cameras, Sam,” he laughed in delight.

“To hell with them.” Her muffled words against his lips were enough to cause terminal meltdown as he struggled valiantly to maintain his composure until the elevator doors slid open and he stepped out into the empty corridor. He laughed as she moved her mouth to his throat and gooseflesh rose on his body. He shifted her light weight so that he could get to his room key.

“Behave yourself until we get into the room, at least,” he growled as he slid the key card through the slot and shoved the door inward.

“Shut up and take your clothes off!” she whispered huskily as he closed the door.

“You are one very horny woman, Sam.”

“And you still have your clothes on.”

She lay wrapped around his body, her eyes closed and her breathing returning to normal. “You are a bad influence on me, David Chance.” Her voice was still breathless.

He calmed his own heart rate and swallowed hard before he found his voice. “Oh? And what makes you say that?” He let his hands rove slowly over her bare back and ass, enjoying the smooth, soft skin.

“When you were still just a dream, I could park you in my notes and take you out again whenever it suited me. Now I have to look at you and touch you and be around you all the time. I don’t know how much longer my heart can take this kind of frenzied sexual activity.”