that went on all night long. She reached down, sliding her hand between her legs and resting the heel of her palm against her 8
Dream On
clit. Pleasure burst inside her, but she quickly drew her hand away, refusing to give into the desire that seemed all too insistent these days. Orgasm would only make her wish for something she couldn’t have.
Sexual reawakening wasn’t what she needed right now. She’d long ago lost the urge to bring herself to orgasm, afraid the memories would wash over her and she’d end up hating Jack, and herself, for what they could have had together. So she fought back the urges, determined that her mind was stronger than her body and she didn’t need sex of any kind to feel fulfilled.
Disgusted by her unruly body, she flipped over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. “Damn you, Jack, will I ever get over what you did?”
Maybe the boys were right and she should get out and start dating again. If she did, thoughts of Jack would dwindle until there was nothing left but vague memories. But could she really do that? Thoughts of having another man’s hands on her or another man seeing her naked made her physically ill. Jack was the only one who’d ever touched her, the only one she’d ever wanted to touch her. Could she actually take that step and start over again? She let the thought permeate her mind for a few minutes, but came up with no answers to her dilemma other than the same old feeling that she belonged to Jack and nobody else. That she’d never let another man touch her.
But was that fair? Why did she have to be punished because of what Jack did?
“Somebody please tell me what to do.” She laid there quietly for a few moments, but the darkness provided no answer. Not that she expected one. No one had answers or explanations for why Jack had left her. Only the standard diatribes of these things happen and no one can explain why , or give it time and you’ll get over him , and of course her favorite one of all…
… it’s not your fault .
With a disgusted sigh, she squeezed her eyes shut and refused to think anymore tonight.
9
Jaci Burton
Sleep, Kate. Turn your mind off. Maybe one day you’ll actually be able to get through an entire day and not think about that bastard who left you . Maybe one night she could sleep without the dreams haunting her. If only…
* * * * *
“Kate? Wake up.”
Kate pulled the covers over her shoulders and turned away from the offending voice. “Go away. I’m sleeping.”
Warm breath caressed her neck and goose bumps broke out on her skin when a hand touched her shoulder.
“Babe, you need to wake up.”
So used to him invading her dreams every night, she ignored the realistic sound of his voice. Why wouldn’t he just go away? How long would this torment continue? “Get lost, Jack.”
“I’ve been lost, Katie. I’m home now.”
Something wasn’t right. This conversation didn’t feel dreamlike. It felt real. But that wasn’t possible. Jack didn’t live here anymore. He wouldn’t be here. No way. She was hallucinating, or so deep into the dream that it seemed like the real thing. Yet she’d dreamed of him every single night since he left and this wasn’t like all those times before. Her nightly sojourns had been more surreal, more distant. Though she saw him, touched him, made love with him over and over again, there was a definite lack of reality to her dreams. It was if she was observing her own body, watching the way he touched her and kissed her.
10
Dream On
This was different. The covers moved down and she felt the chill of cold air on her skin. When the brush of warm fingers trailed down her arm, she knew what she felt was no dream.
Her heart lurched and she sat up, blinking back the sleep from her eyes. The room was dark, but she heard the soft inhalation of breath that wasn’t her own. She broke out into a sweat and fought to still the trembling of her body. Someone was in the room with her!
Too
Dream On
clit. Pleasure burst inside her, but she quickly drew her hand away, refusing to give into the desire that seemed all too insistent these days. Orgasm would only make her wish for something she couldn’t have.
Sexual reawakening wasn’t what she needed right now. She’d long ago lost the urge to bring herself to orgasm, afraid the memories would wash over her and she’d end up hating Jack, and herself, for what they could have had together. So she fought back the urges, determined that her mind was stronger than her body and she didn’t need sex of any kind to feel fulfilled.
Disgusted by her unruly body, she flipped over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. “Damn you, Jack, will I ever get over what you did?”
Maybe the boys were right and she should get out and start dating again. If she did, thoughts of Jack would dwindle until there was nothing left but vague memories. But could she really do that? Thoughts of having another man’s hands on her or another man seeing her naked made her physically ill. Jack was the only one who’d ever touched her, the only one she’d ever wanted to touch her. Could she actually take that step and start over again? She let the thought permeate her mind for a few minutes, but came up with no answers to her dilemma other than the same old feeling that she belonged to Jack and nobody else. That she’d never let another man touch her.
But was that fair? Why did she have to be punished because of what Jack did?
“Somebody please tell me what to do.” She laid there quietly for a few moments, but the darkness provided no answer. Not that she expected one. No one had answers or explanations for why Jack had left her. Only the standard diatribes of these things happen and no one can explain why , or give it time and you’ll get over him , and of course her favorite one of all…
… it’s not your fault .
With a disgusted sigh, she squeezed her eyes shut and refused to think anymore tonight.
9
Jaci Burton
Sleep, Kate. Turn your mind off. Maybe one day you’ll actually be able to get through an entire day and not think about that bastard who left you . Maybe one night she could sleep without the dreams haunting her. If only…
* * * * *
“Kate? Wake up.”
Kate pulled the covers over her shoulders and turned away from the offending voice. “Go away. I’m sleeping.”
Warm breath caressed her neck and goose bumps broke out on her skin when a hand touched her shoulder.
“Babe, you need to wake up.”
So used to him invading her dreams every night, she ignored the realistic sound of his voice. Why wouldn’t he just go away? How long would this torment continue? “Get lost, Jack.”
“I’ve been lost, Katie. I’m home now.”
Something wasn’t right. This conversation didn’t feel dreamlike. It felt real. But that wasn’t possible. Jack didn’t live here anymore. He wouldn’t be here. No way. She was hallucinating, or so deep into the dream that it seemed like the real thing. Yet she’d dreamed of him every single night since he left and this wasn’t like all those times before. Her nightly sojourns had been more surreal, more distant. Though she saw him, touched him, made love with him over and over again, there was a definite lack of reality to her dreams. It was if she was observing her own body, watching the way he touched her and kissed her.
10
Dream On
This was different. The covers moved down and she felt the chill of cold air on her skin. When the brush of warm fingers trailed down her arm, she knew what she felt was no dream.
Her heart lurched and she sat up, blinking back the sleep from her eyes. The room was dark, but she heard the soft inhalation of breath that wasn’t her own. She broke out into a sweat and fought to still the trembling of her body. Someone was in the room with her!
Too
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