Fran Lee - Out of Her Dreams

“You think a couple of times a day and a few more times at night is ‘frenzied’?” he chuckled as he rested his chin on her rumpled hair.

“Well, if you compare that to rabbits, probably not, but humans normally get past the lust factor after being together a few months. I’ve never known anyone who kept up this stuff this far into a relationship.” She sighed. “I’m amazed that you aren’t bored to death with me yet.”

He grinned at the ceiling as he felt her snuggle against his bare skin. “You must have stored up one hell of a lot of sexual energy over the past twenty-six years of being a virgin, Ms. Hastings.”

“Oh? And what’s your excuse, Mr. Chance?” She licked his flat copper nipple and he inhaled sharply, shuddering pleasantly.

“Do that again and we will miss the party,” he growled.

“That’s not an answer.”

He gently pulled her into his arms more securely and when her head was cradled against his throat, he breathed roughly, “It may surprise you to learn that before you ran roughshod over my libido, I hadn’t taken a woman to bed in over a year.”

Sam lifted her head to stare at him. “You have got to be kidding.”

He sighed and gently pressed her face back against his throat. “I can talk better if you stop looking at me with those damn bedroom eyes.”

“Okay. So talk,” she breathed softly as she ran her fingertips over his collarbone.

“No kidding. If you had any idea how many women shove their room keys into my pockets with notes, you’d know how damn boring it all gets.” His voice sounded tired.

“I suppose you’ve had an awful lot of women.” Her voice was muffled by his warm skin but he could hear the concern.

He shifted again. “You really want the gory details? Trust me, sex is not always what you believe it will be.”

She shrugged and kissed his throat, sending a tremor through his massive frame. “I just wanted to know,” she sighed and stopped talking. He said nothing for a long time and when he spoke again, he spoke quietly.

“I got laid for the first time by a friend’s mom. She taught me all about what women expected from me. She was a good-looking woman and she wore these tight shorts and halter tops out in the yard. I went over to mow her grass and ended up getting paid every week to get laid. That went on for a year. Her husband found us and had a royal cow. That ended that pretty fast.”

Sam swallowed and remained silent. The revelation was shocking but she realized he wanted to get it out in the open. She made a small sound in her throat and listened.

“After Mona, the women were standing in line. Hell, a guy is in seventh heaven when he can get anything he wants just for taking some bored housewife to bed. I had a hell of a time of it when my mother found out what I was doing. She has her own code of ethics and her ethics didn’t include adultery. She raised hell until I finally spent the last half of my senior year at a boarding school in Virginia. Sort of a military academy. No females. It was there that I learned I was damn good at athletics other than sex. I learned a lot about self-discipline. I also gained about sixty pounds and added about eight more inches of height.”

He paused for a few minutes and she simply waited. “After that I went to college in Michigan, played some football and got into collegiate wrestling and swimming. I found I was pretty good at all three but when I didn’t pass muster for a pro football team, I decided to work my way into pro wrestling.” He drew a deep breath. His long fingers twirled a silken strand of her hair as he spoke quietly.

“Women were a real problem. There were always too damn many. I went a little crazy. Then, after a couple of years of total excess and trying to be a super stud, I went completely celibate. It was one hell of a lot easier than dealing with the women who only wanted to see what it was like to have sex with Chance Braza, and one hell of a lot safer. The problem was, the notoriety made it even harder to stay away from sex. If you ever had a few dozen women throwing themselves at you day in and day out, you’d get pretty tired of it.”

She wiggled closer and sighed. “Good thing you bunked in with a woman who has total control of herself. It would be a real turnoff if you had to deal with a roommate who behaved in that kind of depraved manner.”

“I genuinely don’t think I could deal with a sex-mad woman who jumped my bones every time I turned around.” His grin was barely concealed by his serious tone of voice.

“You are so lucky to have found me. Not many women have the willpower I have, David. Why, I’ve actually been lying next to you for the past twenty minutes without so much as forcing myself on you.” She sighed and inhaled the warm scent of his skin.

“Okay. Now that I’ve bared my soul, shut up and take advantage of me while we still have fifteen minutes left.” He rolled her under him and bent to taste her rosy nipples.

“David. I told you, I’m not that kind of girl.” She gasped then arched upward and moaned. His wonderful hands began to find her sensitive zones and she bit her lip as he teased her until she widened her legs again.

“Oh yes you are.” His growl of satisfaction made her shiver with need.

“I guess you’re right about that,” she gasped as he slid slowly into her throbbing pussy once again and began a tantalizing, aching rhythm that drowned out her thoughts and made her forget her own name.

“David!” she cried against his hair as he drove himself to the root and gave a growl of triumph as he came hard. Her own orgasm clenched her tightly around his cock and as they lay gently rocking against one another to savor every tiny drop of pleasure, she whispered hoarsely against his lips, “I think we still have five minutes.”

How she got through the party was a mystery to her. When they arrived, he was beside her every moment, his fingertips brushing her skin seductively as they moved from group to group and conversation to conversation. The gown she wore was low-backed and the shivery feel of his hand on her bare skin left her breathless and giddy.

The buffet was delicious but she barely tasted a bite. She moved in a cloud of desire as she went through the motions but seemed somehow apart from everything in the room. She saw only him, heard only him. She smiled and nodded and conversed with Vic and Yvonne and others but her entire world was standing beside her, his hand on her back, his solid presence warming her side.

And then she heard someone say loudly, “I feel sorry for him. Look at how she hangs all over him like some pathetic groupie.”

She stiffened, blushing warmly despite her outward calm, and realized how she must look to all these people. So pathetically infatuated with a man whose gorgeous face and body made her look like a washed-out rag by comparison. She swallowed her humiliation and realized that she must appear to be so utterly besotted with him, she had no brain of her own. She imperceptibly moved a few inches from him and shivered as she felt his warmth leave her body.

And then he saw someone across the room, and bent to kiss her cheek and say he would be back in a moment. She felt almost as if she had lost hold of a lifeline, feeling completely alone in a crowd of over a hundred people.

Yes. She was pathetic. She forced herself to let him walk across the room without following him hungrily with her eyes. Without constantly glancing around to locate him as she joined a conversation with Heidi and Heather and forced herself to release the tightly stretched need to touch him. And when he returned to her side, she did her best to maintain a distance, evading his hands when they sought to rest on her body or caress her arm. Even when he glanced at her with a quiet frown on his face, she pretended that she didn’t notice. She had to start behaving like an independent, strong woman again. Because a dream couldn’t last.