Dreams That Bind Us (Romancing The Keys #3)

Chapter 10

K ey West

The rest of their time on Sunset Key was a blur—the dinner, the beautiful sunset, the ferry ride to the Key West docks. Anna was in a daze, a romantic and sexual muddle that left her wanting more.

Sexual frustration was such a strange feeling for her. She hadn't felt real desire for a man since her early twenties, and it was nothing compared to the intense feelings developing for James.

"That was a successful trip," James commented as he drove to his house in his Range Rover. "Thank you for going with me. I appreciate your input as we were touring. You have a unique perspective of space and light."

Anna nodded mutely, afraid to speak. If she opened her mouth, the emotions storming through her would come rushing out, and it was likely she'd beg him to take her to bed.

But would that be so bad?

He pulled into the small concrete parking spot behind his house, put the car in park, and leaned an arm against the steering wheel. "Would you like to come in for a glass of wine? A celebratory toast maybe?"

YES!!

She bobbed her head, still too nervous to talk.

A beautiful smile stretched across his face, and her heart skipped a beat. He was so effortlessly gorgeous and she was quickly falling with no idea how she’d ever find her footing again.

He walked her into the house from the back door, entering directly into the kitchen. "The rosé you brought over is chilled in the fridge. Or would you prefer red?"

"I'll take whatever you want to open."

James stared at her, the muscles in his jaw twitching.

Finally, he said, "In that case, I have the perfect wine to share with you." He pulled a bottle from his wine cabinet along with two glasses and an opener. He expertly opened the bottle and poured, handing her a glass.

“This was the very first bottle I bought in Key West and I’ve been saving it for a special occasion.

She held his turbulent verdant gaze. "To Sunset Key."

"To Sunset Key," he repeated, tapping her glass before taking a sip. He paused for a moment, his eyes searching. "To us."

Anna's breath caught in her throat as his glass lightly touched hers, his eyes boring into hers, daring her to repeat it. "To us," she whispered, and she took a huge gulp of wine, a drop trailing down her chin.

James plunked his glass on the island, the sharp clink echoing through the kitchen, and pressed forward, his mouth latching onto her chin, sucking the wine from her skin. His tongue licked the seam of her lips, and she moaned, holding his head in place as she opened to him.

He gripped her ass, lifting her into his chest. His demanding mouth slanted possessively across hers.

"Stay the night with me. Please," he breathed. Anna nodded eagerly, not even pausing to think as she bit at his lip.

With a growl, he pivoted and carried her up the stairs with ease. He cursed under his breath as she peppered his neck with sucking kisses, licking at his pulse with the flat of her tongue.

“Fucking hell,” he ground out, his fingers flexing into her delicate globes.

In moments, James shoved into of his bedroom and set Anna on the bed. Her heartbeat picked up as he pulled a roll of condoms from the side table. There had to be at least ten there and she bit her lip as she wondered if he planned to use them all in one night.

His eyes were hooded and sexy as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He lifted his chin. "Take the dress off. If I do it, I’ll rip it in half."

Anna shivered at the command, loving the effect he had on her senses. She rose to her knees, lifting the dress past her hips and over her head in seconds. Kneeling on the bed in her matching lavender bra and panties, she panted as he peeled away his shirt, revealing powerful shoulders that perfectly framed the defined chest she'd seen on the beach.

His hands dropped to his jeans, and she watched as he open the fly, licking her lips in anticipation. Her brows dropped when he paused.

"Now the bra," he ordered, his voice deeper.

Anna bit her bottom lip and reached around to unclasp the bra. She let it drop, her nipples pebbling into tight buds under his intense gaze. The breath halted in her chest. He looked like he would devour her.

God, I hope so!

James lowered the zipper and pushed his jeans to the floor, stepping out of them with ease. He stood in his boxer shorts, his hard cock standing at attention. She let her eyes trail over his body, noting his leanly muscled legs. So sexy and dusted with dark hair, completely masculine.

He was the epitome of male sexual appeal.

"Now the panties," he growled.

Not about to waste time, Anna hooked a finger on either side and slowly inched the silky fabric over her hips and thighs. She tossed them to the floor and sat back on her heels, waiting.

Chest heaving, James tore off his boxers and leapt to the bed in one stride. His mouth captured hers as he pressed her into the mattress, covering her with his large, hard body. His tongue dove deep, staking its claim, and she clawed at his back, grinding her sensitive flesh against him.

His kisses moved to her neck, his mouth peppering sharp kisses over her chest. He cupped each breast and lavished his tongue over her sensitive tips. Strange noises issued from her throat and she writhed beneath him. A wave of sensation slammed into her, flooding her body and overwhelming her completely.

He slowly nipped and kissed his way down the flat of her stomach, making her flinch and shake with anticipation. When his chin touched the soft curls of her mound, he ground out, "Spread wider."

Anna gasped and immediately did as he ordered. It was just like her dreams.

"Good girl," he muttered between kisses as he moved to her core.

His lips wrapped around her sensitive bud, a rush of electric current zapped through her. Her body bowed and James rested a hand on her stomach, pressing her back down to the bed. He held her in place as his expert tongue brought her to a swift and paralyzing release.

Anna arched, seeing stars behind her eyelids as her entire body clenched in the soul-searing orgasm.

She’d never climaxed like that, asleep or awake, and it was just the appetizer. She wasn’t sure she would survive the main course. Her brain already felt disconnected, and her body was alive with sensations she didn’t know existed.

This man was…amazing.

His chest rumbled with satisfaction as he crawled up her body and reached for a condom. He rolled it on efficiently and notched his cock, swirling the tip around the edges of her moist center.

"Look at me, Kitten," he ordered, cupping her cheek.

She met his emerald gaze and gasped, unfazed by the pet name. James looked exactly as he had in that first dream she'd had so long ago. "You're mine, Anna."

His hips flexed, and she whimpered as he slowly pressed into her. Her tender flesh contracted in all directions, trying to accommodate his girth. His lips captured hers and his tongue leisurely sparred with hers. Her body began to relax around him, still tingling from her initial orgasm.

Seated to the hilt, James propped on his arms and began a steady rhythm, thrusting into her over and over in a pounding tempo that sent her into another whirlwind of sensation. She grasped the firm globes of his ass, her hips arching up to each powerful thrust. "Yes," she gasped. "Please don't stop."

His pace quickened and Anna climbed swiftly to her next peak. "Come for me, Anna. I want to feel you squeeze around my cock."

The words were enough to send her over the edge, and she shrieked as her entire body spasmed in another powerful release. He slammed into her one last time with a roar, and Anna gasped as she felt him pulse inside her.

With a deep groan, James collapsed, his head falling into the vee of her neck. Anna lay there stunned, her hands stroking his back as she stared at the ceiling. She'd always wondered if the real thing would be better than her dreams.

The answer was a resounding yes. In fact, it was so much more than that. She couldn't remember ever feeling something so intense, and her only thought was when they could do it again.

Anna watched him discard the condom with a tissue. “I’m on birth control if you’re worried about it.”

“Jesus,” he groaned. “Thoughts of going bareback with you are making me hard again.” He rolled her with him until she was draped on his chest. "I think my brain’s short-circuited," he muttered.

Anna giggled, rubbing her cheek on his padded pectoral, feeling more content and relaxed than she had in years. It was a strange notion, but she felt like she'd finally come home. “I don’t like those things. I’ve also been tested if that’s a concern.”

His chest rumbled with a deep laugh. “It’s not, Kitten. I was trying to be considerate.”

“Oh, well…” Her voice trailed off. “We can stop using them if you’d like.”

“I’d very much like.” He huffed out a deep sigh. “Just let me rest for a bit and I’ll show you.”

His hands swept up her spine, lightly stroking her tender skin, sending her thoughts scattering. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" he rumbled. "I'm sorry if I was too rough."

Anna stretched, arching over his body, as she yawned. "No, not at all." She noticed how drowsy her voice sounded, realizing she could barely keep her eyes open. Exhaustion was rapidly moving in.

He kissed the top of her head. "Go to sleep, Kitten," he rumbled, his deep voice vibrating through her body. "I'll probably wake you up a couple of times tonight."

Anna smiled faintly as she drifted off, wondering idly if she'd dream about him again.