Dreamwalker (5 page)

Flowing to her feet in one continuous motion, she sped silently through the route she’d mapped, heading back to the roof. A quick descent down the rope and in a half hour she’d be resting in her hotel, shaking off her close call.

Except the rope wasn’t where she’d emplaced it.

“Looking for this?” The deep growl sounded from the depths of shadow behind a tall bush, almost as if it were part of the night. A bodiless hand held out her grapnel, the same one she’d anchored on one of the crenels on the darkest side of the museum, preset for a quick getaway.

With the barest scuff of heel, the Adonis of the park emerged into the half-light, a slight quirk of his lips giving him a triumphant air. He was dressed in dark clothes, his long hair tied back in a low, loose ponytail.

Rory’s nipples beaded in welcome as sensual awareness zinged her core. Even as she berated herself silently, she couldn’t deny he looked wonderful. If he weren’t a Fed out to get her— which was the only possible reason for his presence—she wouldn’t hesitate to take him as a lover.

He coiled her rope along the shank of the grapnel and tied it off neatly, guaranteeing that even if she managed to take it from him, she couldn’t deploy it with any speed—certainly not quickly enough to escape.

“Maybe.” Rory searched the shadows of the rooftop garden, looking for museum security and finding none. He was alone and wasn’t making any moves to call for support. Why was that?

Dismissing the question as irrelevant, she darted back, heading for the door to draw him away from her egress point. She didn’t plan on going back inside, but he couldn’t know that. If he wanted to capture her himself, he’d have to stop her.

He took the bait, chasing her in silence, the slight thuds of his boots the only sounds he made. She hadn’t been far off the mark when she’d labeled him a predator.

Her traitorous body thrilled to his pursuit, a definite wetness creeping down her thighs. Rory could feel her labia swelling, her strides rubbing the damp lips together in sensual friction. Her unruly imagination titillated her with a scene of caveman sex: the Adonis throwing her down and claiming her. She shivered in reaction.
Damn it, now isn’t the time for that!

A glance stolen over her shoulder found him catching up with every step, his long legs eating up the distance between them. The determination squaring his jaw had desire pooling in her belly, hot and heavy, throwing off her stride.

He shot past her, blocking the path to the door.

Changing direction, Rory swerved around a large ceramic pot, her feet feeling leaden, as though she were running through molasses. The humidity in the air didn’t help; it felt like a sauna.

He blocked her again, forcing her to round a pungent hedge. He was toying with her, herding her to where he wanted. Well, two could play that game.

She veered into a stand of palms, hoping her agility would offset his greater speed. For a moment she thought it would work, but the low, leafy trees ended too soon, leaving her racing over a well-kept lawn.

He slammed into her like a runaway locomotive, sending her flying through the air. Then the night spun and she landed on hard, unyielding muscle. Before she could catch her breath, he twisted around, planting her facedown on the grass and under his big body.

His weight drove her breath out again.

Rory’s mind raced as she panted, the smell of dry soil and hot grass heavy in her mouth. She had to get free; pinned down, her options were limited and dwindling rapidly.

She twisted her body, trying to push him off, but she barely moved him. That didn’t stop her from trying, furious at how easily he’d caught her. If her family ever learned of this, she’d never live it down.

“Calm down. I just want to talk.”

Yeah, right.
Like that ridge rubbing between her cheeks wasn’t an erection.

It felt marvelous—long and wide—more than enough to fill her the way she’d been craving in her dreams. Chagrined by her reaction, Rory renewed her efforts to get him off, stopping only when she felt herself in danger of overheating. Passing out wouldn’t help.

Through it all, he didn’t budge. His hands remained on either side of her head. His chest with its hard pectorals pressed on her shoulder blades. His legs controlled hers. His cock rode her buttocks.

Come on, Rory. Be smart about this. Use your head . . . or his.
He was bigger than she was. She couldn’t do anything about that. She couldn’t lever him off unless she Changed right under him—and she couldn’t do that on top of the foolhardy risks she’d already taken.

She had to make him drop his guard, enough to get on her feet with enough of a head start to let her Change in secret and escape. Easy to say, but how to do it?

His scent surrounded her, clean and musky, overwhelmingly male. It shot a thrill straight to her loins, prompting another spurt of cream.

After the past week of sex-soaked dreams, she really couldn’t blame her body for responding, not when she had a living, breathing Adonis right on top of her, grinding her into the grass and—

What was he
doing
?!

He had a hand between her aching breasts, fondling—no, he was groping, in search of something. The buzz of her zipper told her what. He pulled the tab down to her waist, leaving a gap for the grass to poke through.

“Damn, you’re a wildcat,” he rumbled. “I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way.” In one quick motion, he grabbed her lapels and tugged her skin suit open and off her shoulders, trapping her arms against her body.

Understanding dawned.
Oh, that’s just perfect!
She exploded in another furious effort to throw him off, stabbing a hard nipple into his palm to make sure he got the message.

He hissed in surprise. “You’re not wearing any—” His hand slashed downward, sliding under her skin suit, finding and cupping her wet sex with what appeared to be typical efficiency.

Rory bucked again, impaling herself on his long, large fingers, driving them into her empty sheath. She closed her eyes, mewling with delight as rough pads stroked her sensitive inner flesh. This was so much better than any dream.

“That’s the way of it, is it?” His deep growl surrounded her, vibrating against her back and sinking into her bones.

Her Adonis was no slacker. He immediately picked up on what she wanted and plied his hands with great skill. Keeping her trapped, he tweaked her nipples, rolling and pulling them mercilessly, sending darts of pleasure sparking to her womb.

Oh, God.
Somehow he knew exactly what turned her into a melting puddle, called hot cream from her core.

His other hand delved deep in her dripping sex, his thumb circling her swollen clit, lighting a bonfire in her blood.

“Oh, yes!” Rory ground her pelvis on his palm, undulating against the hard ridge pressed to her buttocks. She clenched her muscles around his fingers, relishing their presence inside her. Just because she was trying to distract him didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy herself.

Stiff grass rasped against her breasts, the hairs on his arm adding to the sensory delight. His shirt was rough against her bare back, emphasizing the difference in their positions. This was no dream that would leave her waking to solitary emptiness. This was real and she craved every bit of it.

Wanting to touch him, she wriggled her arms in their sleeves, trying to roll the bunched fabric off.

Her Adonis kept her imprisoned while his hands worked magic on her body, drawing out her cream to anoint her clit, teasing the sensitive nub, kneading her aching breasts. He encouraged her pursuit of rapture in a growled stream of commentary about her hotness and things he wanted to do to her, ways he intended to pleasure her. His deep croon alone was almost enough to send her over the brink.

She came apart in his arms, shuddering as his fingers detonated a string of delicious orgasms inside her. He continued to stroke her, drawing out the ecstasy until she lay beneath him, panting, her release leaving her boneless.

Now all she had to do was reduce him to the same condition.

Rory had managed to free her arms by the time he turned her over and folded up her ski mask, exposing her sweaty face to the warm night air.

“What the—?” Her Adonis stared down at her, short strands of his wavy hair dangling down between them.

Ignoring his exclamation, she worked at his fly, totally uninterested in any conversation. He’d flaunted that enormous cock at her from their first meeting. She’d fantasized about it, staring at her sketch for long minutes while her imagination ran wild. She wanted it inside her, stretching her to overflowing, and she wanted it
now
.

She growled in triumph when he finally spilled into her questing hands, thicker than a baseball bat and hard as steel, his cock’s plum head already wet. Perfect and more than a match for cold, lifeless jade. “No talk. I want you,
now.
”

“What?” He loomed over her, kneeling between her thighs, his shoulders blocking out the light. His cock bobbed between them, taunting her with possibilities. “Say that again.”

Lying back, Rory splayed her legs in unequivocal invitation, pushing her zipper past her tool belt to bare her hungry sex. “Take me. Please.”

Yanking her skin suit to her ankles, he aimed his cock at her portal, its blunt head nudging her labia, spreading them for his entry. He worked his thick length inside her in short, powerful thrusts, giving her exactly what she wanted, relentless in his possession.

Rory threw her head back, moaning breathlessly at the sensation. She could feel every inch of him catching on her inner membranes, hard and hot, so vigorously male. She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him close, drawing him deeper until she couldn’t take any more. She was stuffed full of cock and he still had a couple of delicious inches left.

He pumped her slowly, holding back, his restraint blatant in the steel tension of his body.

She couldn’t have that. Her plan depended on her screwing his brains out. That wouldn’t happen if he stayed in control. Arching her back, she grabbed his tight buns, trying to take more of him inside her. “Harder,” she insisted. “Faster.”

Her Adonis gave her what she asked for, his thrusts pounding her into the grass, forcing soft cries of pleasure from her throat. The green scent of bruised leaves wafted around them, mingling with the smell of sweat and raw sex.

Rory clamped her muscles around him, squeezing him, and fluttered her sheath over his massive cock.

He cursed prayerfully, adjusting the angle of his thrusts. His renewed attack drove his cock head over her G-spot and tweaked her clit, sending starbursts up her spine.

Damn, he was still thinking! “More!”

“More?” He leaned back, his eyes wide in his shadowed face.

She took advantage of his surprise to push him off balance, rolling with him until he lay on the grass and she straddled his hips. When she sat down, the position drove him deeper until he was sheathed to the hilt.

“Holy shit,” her Adonis whispered. His eyes glazed over; his skin stretched tight over his cheekbones.

“Oh, yes.” Rory groaned at the thoroughness of his possession. She could feel him snug against her core, filling her completely. This was what she needed. It’d been too long since she’d had a man this deep inside her.

“You’re so damned tight.” His hands clamped down on her hips, holding her in place as he pumped her, his body pistoning beneath her in smooth motion, tireless in his efforts.

Digging her fingers into his shirt, Rory hooked her heels under his thighs, hanging on as he drove into her, hammering her in a brutal, breath-stealing ride to the stars.

He lunged up, lifting her off her knees, and rolled his hips, swirling his cock around her sheath.

She lost her breath on a low moan, the glorious sensation like a live wire skipping across her nerves. How could he know how wonderful that felt?

Countering his efforts with her own hip rolls and flutters, she milked him with her body. If she wasn’t careful, she’d be the one screwed brainless.

She could feel his tension increasing, his chest working under her fists, his thighs like stone against her feet. If she didn’t do anything, he’d come soon—too soon for her purposes.

“Not yet.” Rory reached inside his pants for his balls, pulling down gently as he arched beneath her, the tendons of his neck in stark relief. She wasn’t ready for this to end just yet. Besides, he was still very much in control of himself.

He held his pose for a few heartbeats, his face caught in a rictus of pleasure, his cock twitching inside her. But he remained hard.

She grinned at her success. As he relaxed, lying back on the grass, she rose to her knees, allowing him to withdraw until only his head was in her sheath. Then she reversed direction, taking his thick cock all the way back inside in a glorious friction that nearly had her eyes rolling back in her head. He reached deep into her, massive against her swollen membranes yet still growing impossibly larger.

“What the fuck did you do?” He stared up at her, his gaze hot and demanding, a dark flush visible on his cheeks even in the poor lighting.

Rory shook her head, riding him, coaxing him back on the breathless trail to the heights of ecstasy. He responded to her overtures, his eyes shuttering, turning inward, focused now on his own pleasure. Exactly the way she wanted him.

Need coiled inside her, rising with every stroke and caress she bestowed upon her Adonis, drawing her onward with memories of orgasmic wonder. Even the sounds of their wet flesh slapping together magnified her desire. Rapture lurked just over the horizon, a gathering storm, its approach inevitable, unstoppable, and much longed for.

His thighs tensed under her, his muscles vibrating with need. “Now, damn it!” He slammed into her, claiming her, the violence of his possession tipping her over the brink.