She wanted to know love—Adrian’s love.
“ I can’t.” Tears throbbed behind her closed lids.
“ Why not?”
“ Because I don’t want to hurt you.”
Her mind grew silent, as though he were struggling to make sense of her thoughts. Then his voice invaded her psyche again. “ How can you hurt me, when this is only a dream?”
He was right. This wasn’t real. He wasn’t actually here. What harm could it do to succumb, just for tonight?
Her body began to tingle again. She could’ve sworn she felt the glide of cool lips over her flesh. He touched her in the most intimate places. Places no one had ever touched her before or probably ever would again. Heat flooded her system. It felt as though he were kissing her, caressing her, everywhere at once. How was that possible? How was any of this possible? Shivers raced down her spine to pool in her belly.
She had to surrender. She couldn’t fight it anymore. A gasp tore loose from her lungs as need split her in half, as painful as it was sweet.
“ Take me,” she conceded in her mind. “Take me now.”
The tide swept her away in a mad rush. Her entire world shrank down to encompass nothing more than this one moment of existence. The past faded. The future became but a distant dot in the murky horizon. She cried out his name as her body shattered into a million fragments of the most glorious bliss, then shakily came back together.
When the insanity passed, Angie lay limp and spent in her empty bed, her body aching in strange places, her mind reeling.
What had just happened to her? Had Adrian really invaded her psyche? How could anyone get inside her head and make her feel the things he’d made her feel?
Just thinking about it caused her body to flush. She’d probably just imagined the whole thing. Considering how obsessed she was with the guy, it was hardly inconceivable that she’d have a sex dream about him—assuming it could even be called a dream, seeing as she was wide awake when it had happened. Mortification seeped in to saturate her bloodstream.
How would she ever face him again, now that he’d become her fantasy lover? How would she look him in the eyes and not remember this night or the sensations the mere thought of him had triggered within her?
But more importantly, how would she keep herself from inviting him into her bed, in the flesh next time?
Chapter Seventeen
The following morning Adrian stood in the counseling room staring out at the busy street, anticipation building inside him as he waited to see Angie’s familiar silhouette saunter around the corner. When an hour passed and she didn’t show, he had no choice but to reconcile himself to the grim reality that she wasn’t coming.
He turned away from the windows, cursing his impetuousness. He’d made a tactical error in judgment last night. He’d allowed impulse to rule him, had given in to his baser instincts, and it had cost him dearly. He’d compromised the tenuous progress he’d made with Angie, shaken her trust. Now she was avoiding him.
Not that he could blame her. He never should’ve invaded her mind. It was a stupid and reckless thing to do. But once he’d peeked inside her soul, he was lost. He’d had no idea so much passion and emotion seethed beneath the surface. The pain and loneliness he’d sensed within her, the longing she hid in her heart, had shattered his restraint and blasted any notion he may have had about playing fair.
When he’d cut through her initial resistance, her body had molded to his will like a pliable ball of clay. It was funny—he couldn’t plant a simple suggestion in her mind, couldn’t read her thoughts unless she spoke directly to him as she had the previous evening, but he could tap into her emotions and drown her in them with shocking ease.
Seeing her respond to him that way, knowing she desired him as much as he desired her, had completely undone him. Since last night, he could think of nothing else but the way she’d
“ I can’t.” Tears throbbed behind her closed lids.
“ Why not?”
“ Because I don’t want to hurt you.”
Her mind grew silent, as though he were struggling to make sense of her thoughts. Then his voice invaded her psyche again. “ How can you hurt me, when this is only a dream?”
He was right. This wasn’t real. He wasn’t actually here. What harm could it do to succumb, just for tonight?
Her body began to tingle again. She could’ve sworn she felt the glide of cool lips over her flesh. He touched her in the most intimate places. Places no one had ever touched her before or probably ever would again. Heat flooded her system. It felt as though he were kissing her, caressing her, everywhere at once. How was that possible? How was any of this possible? Shivers raced down her spine to pool in her belly.
She had to surrender. She couldn’t fight it anymore. A gasp tore loose from her lungs as need split her in half, as painful as it was sweet.
“ Take me,” she conceded in her mind. “Take me now.”
The tide swept her away in a mad rush. Her entire world shrank down to encompass nothing more than this one moment of existence. The past faded. The future became but a distant dot in the murky horizon. She cried out his name as her body shattered into a million fragments of the most glorious bliss, then shakily came back together.
When the insanity passed, Angie lay limp and spent in her empty bed, her body aching in strange places, her mind reeling.
What had just happened to her? Had Adrian really invaded her psyche? How could anyone get inside her head and make her feel the things he’d made her feel?
Just thinking about it caused her body to flush. She’d probably just imagined the whole thing. Considering how obsessed she was with the guy, it was hardly inconceivable that she’d have a sex dream about him—assuming it could even be called a dream, seeing as she was wide awake when it had happened. Mortification seeped in to saturate her bloodstream.
How would she ever face him again, now that he’d become her fantasy lover? How would she look him in the eyes and not remember this night or the sensations the mere thought of him had triggered within her?
But more importantly, how would she keep herself from inviting him into her bed, in the flesh next time?
Chapter Seventeen
The following morning Adrian stood in the counseling room staring out at the busy street, anticipation building inside him as he waited to see Angie’s familiar silhouette saunter around the corner. When an hour passed and she didn’t show, he had no choice but to reconcile himself to the grim reality that she wasn’t coming.
He turned away from the windows, cursing his impetuousness. He’d made a tactical error in judgment last night. He’d allowed impulse to rule him, had given in to his baser instincts, and it had cost him dearly. He’d compromised the tenuous progress he’d made with Angie, shaken her trust. Now she was avoiding him.
Not that he could blame her. He never should’ve invaded her mind. It was a stupid and reckless thing to do. But once he’d peeked inside her soul, he was lost. He’d had no idea so much passion and emotion seethed beneath the surface. The pain and loneliness he’d sensed within her, the longing she hid in her heart, had shattered his restraint and blasted any notion he may have had about playing fair.
When he’d cut through her initial resistance, her body had molded to his will like a pliable ball of clay. It was funny—he couldn’t plant a simple suggestion in her mind, couldn’t read her thoughts unless she spoke directly to him as she had the previous evening, but he could tap into her emotions and drown her in them with shocking ease.
Seeing her respond to him that way, knowing she desired him as much as he desired her, had completely undone him. Since last night, he could think of nothing else but the way she’d
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