Untouched by Sara Humphreys Page A

large tear away with his thumb. Kerry’s eyes remained locked on his, searching them for answers to her unspoken questions. She closed her eyes and leaned into him, nuzzling her soft cheek tantalizingly against the palm of his hand. The winds blew harder and hotter around them.
    Is that all? His voice sounded gruff and strained. Keeping his desire for her at bay grew increasingly difficult.
    No, she whispered and shook her head softly. When you touch me it feels absolutely marvelous… and that scares the hell out of me. She took his hand in hers and turned it over, stroking his palm gently with the tip of her finger. She traced the deep lines in his hand as if committing every crease to memory. Dante kept his own needs in check and allowed her the freedom to explore and maintain all of the control.
    Touching people usually feels like acid is being poured in my brain and over my skin, but not with you. She looked up at him, her large brown eyes peeking out seductively beneath long dark lashes. She uncrossed her legs and rose off the rock to face him. Your touch is like honey, sweet and thick. Why, Dante? She took both of his hands, and holding them to her heart, she moved her soft body up against him. Her full lips hovered temptingly inches from his. Why can you touch me like this?
    The last of Dante’s resolve slipped away. He leaned in and captured her mouth with his. She moaned softly as he took her head in his hands and deepened the kiss. Her lips parted as his tongue demanded entrance and delved deeper into the velvety warmth of her mouth. If it felt this good to kiss her in the dream realm, he could only imagine how sweet it would be in the physical plane.
    She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled her to him, her full breasts crushed tantalizingly against his chest. Bit by bit she opened up to him and broadened their connection on every level. She kissed him back with passionate fervor and allowed their energies to mix and mingle, deepening their connection moment by moment. The winds howled around them, and the music grew louder. He suckled on her bottom lip and pulled back from her reluctantly. Her face was flushed and her lips swollen from his kiss. They stood there for a moment, their breath heaving in unison, and he knew now was his chance.
    It’s time to wake up, princess.
    The fog of sleep lifted, and Kerry slowly became aware of her surroundings. She was in bed, and she wasn’t alone. Her eyes flew open, and she found herself looking up into Dante’s big reddish brown eyes. She grabbed the sheet and pulled it up to her chin, mentally taking note of the fact that she still wore her dress from their evening at the bar. She looked to the window and saw that it was still dark out. How long had she been here?
    Dante’s long muscular body was laid out next to hers. He laid there on his side, propped up on his elbow, with a satisfied smile, acting like lying in her bed was the most normal thing in the world for him to do. He still wore his suit pants and shirt, but he’d discarded the jacket and tie.
    His thick auburn hair stuck up in several directions like a little boy with bed head. Kerry had to fight the urge to reach out and run her fingers through it. Memories of kissing him in her dream flooded her mind, and her face burned with embarrassment. She clamored for a witty comment about how he didn’t belong in her bed, but her mouth and brain couldn’t seem to cooperate and form a sentence.
    “Nice to have you back in the land of the living.” The amusement in his voice made her want to smack him.
    “What the hell are you doing in my bed?” she bit out. Then she looked down at herself. “What the hell am I doing in my bed?” she said a bit more quietly.
    He said nothing, but his eyes spoke volumes as his gaze wandered slowly down the length of her body. Her heart thundered loudly in her ears, she held her breath, and suddenly it felt unbearably hot underneath the covers. Her skin felt too tight