Double Dating with the Dead Karen Kelley (top ten books to read .txt) 📖

not leave Selena out of the dream.” He grinned and vanished in an instant.

Chapter 9

Trent rolled to his other side, pulling the pillow closer to him. He was surrounded by fog. A cold breeze whispered over him. He shivered. The air around him suddenly warmed. He glanced around. The fog parted.

Selena stood before him wearing the same red negligee that was trimmed in black. He pushed the covers to the side and stood. Damn, she looked even sexier tonight, even though she wore exactly the same thing as the night before.

“You’re here,” he said.

“It’s just a dream.”

“This doesn’t feel like a dream.” He reached out and touched her hair, running his fingers through the silky strands. She leaned toward him with a deep sigh. Hell, at this rate he’d want to start spending all his time asleep.

“You’re right. I’ve never had a dream quite like this.” She ran her hand through the hairs on his chest, testing the hard ridges of his abdomen.

He sucked in a deep breath. “You’re not a bit shy, are you?”

She laughed. “Why should I be? This is just a dream. When morning comes, we’ll remember it was just a dream no matter how good it felt. None of this is real.”

“It feels pretty damn real right now. You feel pretty damn real.”

“It’s my fantasy.”

He frowned. “I thought it was mine.”

“Who cares?”

That made sense. He pulled her negligee over her head and tossed it to the side. “You’re not embarrassed?”

“Why should I be? I want you to see me naked, to touch me, to kiss me. This is what I want.”

What she wanted? He wasn’t sure how that worked. Could Selena have a fantasy in his dream? Not that he minded fulfilling everything that her heart desired. Or maybe it was his dream that she would want him as much as he wanted her.

Damned confusing.

His gaze swept over her, and suddenly he didn’t care that he was only dreaming about having sex with Selena. He only knew he wanted her. He felt like a kid in a candy store, and he planned on sampling every delicious morsel.

He caressed her breast, running his thumb over the nipple and watching it become a hard little nub. She closed her eyes, thrusting her chest forward. He didn’t disappoint, but cupped both breasts, fondling them, brushing back and forth across her nipples.

His reward was watching the emotions that crossed her face. The sheer delight. The way she leaned into his hands, silently begging for more.

“That feels good,” she said, tugging at the string to his pajama bottoms and letting them slide to the floor. She opened her eyes and stared at his erection. “That’s what I call a fantasy come true.”

When she reached for him, he turned her around so that her bottom was nestled against him. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the heat from her body wrap around him.

“I thought this was my fantasy, too? I wanted to touch you.”

He laughed near her ear. “You are touching me.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

He could hear the frown in her voice, but when he slid his hands over her breasts and down to her pubic hair, the frown changed to a moan.

“I thought you’d like that.” He spread her lips and caressed the fleshy part of her sex. “Tell me what your fantasy is and I’ll fulfill it,” he whispered close to her ear.

She didn’t hesitate. “I don’t want to be in charge. I’m tired of fixing people—dead or alive. Take control of my body.”

She was giving herself to him. Totally and completely. It was a heady feeling. The perfect gift. She catered to his desires by giving everything to him.

He scooped her up and into his arms and carried her to the bed that appeared in front of him. Damned convenient. As soon as he laid her on the bed, she opened her arms and legs to him.

Ah, man, he’d never had a dream this sweet. Could it get any better?

He’d barely had that thought when silk ropes appeared and wrapped around each of her wrists, and each ankle, spreading her limbs wider as she was tied to the four corners. She lay before him, completely naked, nothing hidden away. She was beautiful, she was sexy, she was heat…and she was all his to do with as he wanted.

“I’m tied,” she said with fear-tinged excitement in her voice.

“So you are. I guess that means I can do whatever I want to your body.”

She wiggled her bottom. “Trent…I…”

“You what?”

Selena closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. When she’d said she wanted him to take charge, this wasn’t what she meant. Or was it? Was it her secret fantasy to be dominated?

It’s just a dream! It’s just a dream!

She gasped when Trent ran an ice cube over one nipple, then the other. The coldness against her skin made her nipples tighten even more. He moved the ice away and covered her breast with his mouth, changing the cold for the heat of his tongue.

She opened her eyes and saw mirrors above her. She was splayed on the bed, completely naked, her ankles and wrists tied to each corner. She was completely at his mercy. He could do anything he wanted to her, and there wouldn’t be a damn thing that she could do about it.

A fantasy where anything could happen. A fantasy without recriminations or embarrassment.

He raised his head, sliding the ice lower. Coherent thought was swept away on a cloud of passion. He slid the ice cube even lower, over her abdomen, swirling around the juncture between her legs. She cried out, arching her back and pulling on her restraints.

Laughter spilled from him. “Does your body ache for me?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

He raised the melting ice cube above her sex. Cold droplets of water dripped down onto her. She sucked in a deep breath.

She couldn’t take her eyes off the mirrors as he tossed the ice cube from him and tangled his fingers in her curls.

“You’re