- A Steele's Dream
- by Bookgrrl
- Adult Situations. Be
Remington jolted awake. The
low drone of a distant train whistle echoed through the silent
room. He stretched his long, stiff legs and rolled to his side,
bumping his knees into the warm lump beside him. His eyes flew
open, confronting the pitch-black dark of well-beyond midnight.
Where the hell am I?
A soft, feminine groan issued from beside him and the warm mass
snuggled closer. The scent of expensive perfume and crisp, clean
soap tickled his nose. He'd recognize that fragrance anywhere.
Laura? He was in bed with Laura?
Propped on one elbow, he rubbed a hand over his face and searched
his memory for clues. How could he end up smack in the middle
of his most fervent wish, yet have no distinct memory of the
event? The situation resembled his dearest dream and most vile
nightmare all rolled into one tidy package.
Memories trickled in as the shadows of sleep departed. They were
working a case, a cheating husband. Their target had taken his
paramour to a secluded inn for a romantic weekend. Ever the intrepid
investigator, Laura had insisted they tag along. Remington ruffled
a hand through his hair and felt the brush of metal against his
forehead. He held his hand in front of him and the Peppler ring
glinted in the dim moonlight, triggering more images.
Ah, yes. They were
posing as a married couple once more. His lips quirked into a
small smile despite the awkward situation and he glanced at the
woman snoozing to his side. Playing newlyweds with Laura was
his favorite ruse.
Still, things had never progressed to this point in their prior
relationship. They'd had their share of entanglements over the
rocky span of their acquaintance, but always drew truce when
things got too intimate, too heavy.
He peeked under
the covers. Both of them were clothed-he in faded jeans and she
in his oversized, well-worn Manchester United sweatshirt. He
conducted a quick assessment of his person. No telltale soreness
from strenuous exertion. He checked his libido. Raging on the
brink of terminal frustration, as usual when he was around Laura.
Remington sighed in surprised relief. No, they hadn't made love.
Not yet, anyway.
Wine. Yes, there had
been an exceptional bottle of Bordeaux involved. And chocolate,
dark and sinful like his fantasies of her. Their dinner had all
the earmarks of a prelude to lust-until the gunfire erupted.
scowled, his brows knitting together at the memory of dodging
bullets and their near-miss escape. They'd fled the inn and left
the Rabbit behind, hitchhiking to the next small village. There,
they'd used a fake credit card to secure the only available room
at the rundown Hide-A-Way Motel and burrowed in for the night.
She'd discarded her ruined outfit, accepting his offer of the
sweatshirt before hitting the shower.
pick-proofed the locks and booby-trapped the doors and windows
against intruders before settling into his side of the lumpy
queen-sized bed for some much-needed slumber. Getaways were always
exhausting-a lesson he'd learned in his dodgy youth-and even
more so with a sidekick. It paid to have a plan and a safe house
to retire to when things became
turned over to face him, her left arm landing across his hip.
His gaze snagged on the ring twinkling from her third finger.
A simple, elegant treasure like the woman it adorned. Her fingers
twitched, as if seeking his touch. Remington was compelled to
obey. He planned to be nothing if not faithful to his vows to
love, honor and cherish. Never mind they weren't legal. Legality
was a gray issue in his mind anyway.
intertwining with hers, he snuggled down and studied her sleeping
features. She was lovely. Remington couldn't resist leaning in
and placing a whisper soft kiss on her forehead. His Miss Holt
flitted through life, charmingly oblivious to her own allure,
her natural, unblemished beauty. It was a quality Remington found
refreshing after a past rife with over-primped and under-substance
females who only craved his body and his thieving skills, not
his mind or his heart.
day one, Laura had established her interest in his quick intelligence,
his talent for personas and his stellar street instincts. The
physical attraction was always present, of course, simmering
hot beneath the surface of their interactions like a slow-burning
fuse. But she was too smart for a purely sexual fling. No, his
Laura deserved the whole take.
reached out and cupped her face, his thumb stroking over the
ridge of her cheekbone. She moaned and inched closer. Was it
possible she craved his nearness as much as he desired her taste,
body reacted to his thoughts, the increasing bulge in the strict
confines of his jeans becoming damned uncomfortable. He adjusted
his position and insinuated a thigh between hers, sliding his
hand to her lower back and pulling her closer. She moved willing
into his arms, still sleeping.
stifled a groan as his now throbbing member brushed against the
soft curve of her hip and lower belly. He closed his eyes, savoring
the moment. How long had he waited to have her beside him, to
feel her softness and strength enfolded him? Too damn long.
He dusted feather-light kisses over her upturned face, yearning
for her to wake but fearing her rejection once she did. Would
this be another night of missed opportunities and failed starts?
cuddled closer, the sweatshirt riding up to expose a swath of
skin across her abdomen. Remington shuddered at the intimate
contact. Her velvet flesh glided against the mat of hair on his
naked torso and his stomach clenched with need. He dropped his
head, nuzzling the pulse at the base of her throat, nibbling
the spot where neck joins shoulder. She tasted like exotic fruit
and sweet sangria. Like green, rolling hills and fresh clover.
Like home. He nudged aside the crewneck collar and continued
his exploration while his fingers slipped beneath the bottom
edge of the sweatshirt.
- She moaned,
arching into him, her eyes closed and her cheeks flushed. Was
Laura dreaming of him?
- He made
a silent promise to stop before things went too far. He only
wanted a moment, something to carry with him into the lonely
nights ahead. Then his questing fingers encountered the lace-edged
satin of her panties and any coherent thoughts in his head disappeared
faster than a pilfered wallet. He bit his lip, powerless to halt
the instinctive rotation of his hips against hers. Bloody hell!
He needed her awake, active, participating in this hell of an
ecstasy he'd created.
His voice cracked in the dusky pre-dawn haze of the room. Remington
dropped a kiss on her lips, took her earlobe between his teeth
and nipped. "Laura, dearheart, please wake up."
tense with resignation, Remington eased away from temptation.
He trailed his hand down her ribs, brushing the underside of
a downy breast as he removed his hand from her shirt. His fist
clenched to keep from cupping the weight in his palm, from brushing
his fingertips across the taut, sensitive peak of her nipple.
dropped his forehead to her shoulder and moved his hand to the
safer region of her back. His blood pounded in his ears and his
nerves zinged like bowstrings, yearning to quench his unrequited
passion with the woman he held so dear.
Their first joining would be one of mutual consent and love,
not some random shag to slack his ever-present need. He wanted
every part of Laura attuned to passion when he took her, wanted
every part of her burning with need and dying to claim him. Only
then would he be satisfied. Only then would he drive into her
and mark her, brand her with his possession, as he'd intended
since the first day they'd met.
thigh moved from between hers, and he prepared to scoot as far
to his own side of the mattress as possible. He didn't make it
toned legs cinched around his and locked him in place. His shocked
aqua-blue eyes met her smoldering whiskey gaze. Laura flashed
him a sleepy, devilish smile and pushed a lock of hair from his
damp forehead. Her teasing voice held more than a tinge of husky
desire. "Where do you think you're going, Mr. Peppler?"
stared at her, his mind struggling to process this unexpected
turn of events, his lips failing to form a single response. She
leaned forward and kissed him, her fingers tracing errant patterns
through the hair on his chest. His body trembled beneath an onslaught
self-enforced restraint. "Laura, don't tease."
moved closer, her fingers skimming down his abdomen to tuck inside
the waistband of his jeans. His straining manhood twitched in
response. The button of his jeans popped free and her hand ghosted
inside, past his briefs, to caress the sensitive heat of him.
Laura turned serious eyes toward him, her expression a mix of
hope and fear. "Please, don't go."
of the past merged with the wondrous present. It was all the
encouragement Remington needed. She'd said those words to him
once before, on the night of her greatest loss. Honor and chivalry
had prevented him from offering her more than comfort during
the crisis. Now, she cried out to him again and nothing would
keep him from obliterating their mutual desire.
Laura. I've waited for you so long." His lips trailed her
brow before claiming her mouth in a searing kiss. He broke away
to nuzzle her jaw, his hands pushing her sweatshirt higher while
he rolled her beneath him. "You have no idea how much I
the sweatshirt flew through the air to land in a puddle of fleece
by the bed. Remington gazed at the picture she presented, working
to absorb the details of her. Her freckle-covered skin was a
delight. He promised to dedicate his life to cataloging the exact
location of each tiny mark. Supporting his weight on an elbow,
he traced hesitant, reverent fingers up her side to encircle
one small, plump breast. His thumb glided over a peaked top.
He kissed her once more, absorbing her moans of pleasure while
stoking the fires of her desire.
clutched his hair, holding him in place while her other hand
encircled his length. He broke their kiss and worked his way
down her neck to suckle her taut nipple, his nimble fingers lavishing
attention to its neglected twin. She bucked beneath him, stroking
him harder. Remington fought for control, forcing his rampant
lust to the rear of his mind. Otherwise this would all be over
too quick. He wanted this to last, needed this to survive the
night and beyond.
moved his lips to her other breast and trailed his fingers down
her stomach, halting at the barrier of her panties. He had to
be sure, no regrets. Remington raised his head and cupped her
face between his palms, "Laura
Laura, look at me."
eyes fluttered open, her expression confused and dazed. She tried
to draw him in for another kiss, but he held his ground. Her
chest heaved beneath his torso, creating a delightful friction
of skin against skin. "Laura, tell me this is what you want.
If you don't stop me now, it will be too late."
She looked away. He steeled himself for the coming sting of rejection.
Dammit. Why could they never consummate this relationship?
He pushed away only to be stayed by her hand on his nape. "No.
Don't leave. I want this-want you-more than I can say. Please."
pleading note in her voice was more than he could stand. A slow,
shy smile graced her lips and the last vestiges of his resolve
died. Laura would become his lover tonight. Buggar all the cases
and fake marriages, this was the woman he loved and he would
- His fingertips slipped past the waistband
of her panties. Remington lowered his head to within millimeters
of hers and hovered. Their breath mingled as he dipped inside
the moisture pooled between her thighs, stroking and delving
deeper. She pressed against the pillows, arching her neck. He
dusted hot, open-mouthed kisses along its length, slipping a
finger inside her tight sheath. Laura ground against his hand,
her nails digging into his scalp.
- Remington pinned her to the bed with one
long leg sprawled over hers and continued his explorations, returning
to her breasts before moving lower. She reached for him, attempting
to pull him away, but he refused to be denied. He'd waited too
long not to taste every inch of her.
- He slipped her panties off and poised
above the mass of dark curls covering her core, breathing in
the intoxicating scent of her. If he died the next moment, all
his wishes had been fulfilled. The spicy scent of her arousal
made his head spin, his desire percolating past full boil. After
brushing a few errant kisses on the silk of her inner thighs
he claimed his prize.
- With the first brush of his tongue against
her molten core, her thighs clamped tight around his head. He
placed a gentle hand on each leg and positioned them to his liking
while continuing his ministrations. The next suckle earned him
a low growl of pleasure. When a second digit joined the first
within her tight walls, her cries grew more frequent, more heated
as she approached release. Laura cried out, convulsing against
him as she climaxed. Her gentle sobs were a symphony to his ears.
- After nuzzling her thighs and raining
kisses about her quivering torso, Remington poised above her,
pushing the hair from her eyes. "You're so beautiful, Laura."
- She fumbled with the zipper of his jeans,
her brow furrowed and her words disjointed with passion. "Need
you. Now. Please."
- Yes. Now.
His caged libido screamed for release. He kissed her deep before
rising to discard his jeans and briefs. Her eyes widened, zeroing
in on the full extent of his desire. He couldn't squelch the
flare of masculine pride at her gasp. He didn't try to hide his
smug grin as he rejoined her in bed. "Dearheart, I'm yours
for the taking."
- Remington covered her body with his and
eased between her thighs, the sensitive tip of his shaft nestling
between her damp folds. Laura thrust her hips toward him, but
he remained motionless. This time he would take charge. Later
she could tempt him to her heart's content. But now
was all he ever wished for and more than he'd hoped. Now was
everything to him.
- He inched forward, entering her depths.
His breath hissed between his clenched teeth, his arms trembling
with tension. Must make this last. Her hips rotated and
he slipped in further. So hot, so tight, so incredibly wet.
- Laura propped up on her elbows and pressed
a kiss to the pulse at the base of his throat and all bets were
void. With one thrust, he buried himself hilt-deep within her.
She writhed beneath him, her moans of pleasure filling his head.
Mine. Laura is mine.
- The rhythm of his lovemaking began slow
and erotic, but soon became more frantic, fiercer as they neared
the precipice. He reached between them to caress her, determined
to drive her over the brink before taking his own release. Laura
met him thrust for thrust, his partner in every sense. Legs locked
tight around his waist, she encouraged him with sighs and moans
into giving her what she liked best.
- Soon, a familiar tightness in his groin
signaled his impending release. His caresses grew bolder, more
demanding. Laura tightened around him, milking his shaft as her
orgasm shattered around them. Screaming her name, he followed
her down, wave after exquisite wave of pleasure engulfing him
in a warm blanket of peaceful sensation.
- Long moments later, sated and beyond happy,
Remington tucked Laura close by his side and placed a kiss atop
her head, his hands tracing lazy, absent patterns over her back.
"Laura, that was incredible. You're incredible."
- She tilted her head up, flashing him small,
tired smile filled with affection. Her finger tapped his bottom
lip before coming to rest in the cleft of his chin. "Some
things are worth waiting for, Mr. Steele."
- The End
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