The night before we were supposed to head to Philadelphia, I woke up in the big massive bed, eyes wide and chest heaving. Afterimages of dreams flitted behind my eyelids. I searched the room, looking for Obi, but he was nowhere to be found.
As carefully as possible, I climbed out of the bed, leaving a sleeping Wynn and Ciel cuddled up together. Ryuji slept on the other side, and I had to physically hold a hand over my mouth to keep from gasping at the way his arm slung over Cas’s chest and Cas’s palm rested on it. I’d not seen anything happen between them, but they wereclearlygetting closer.
My feet padded through the penthouse. I slipped inside Obi’s room as quietly as possible, but the man had to be superhuman. He rolled over in bed, piercing me with his dark stare.
“Leona?”
I crossed the room and climbed into his bed from the free side while he sat up. “Everything’s fine.”
“Nightmares again?” he asked as he reached for me. I settled under his arm, my face against his bare chest, while he clutched me tight against his body.
“No,” I responded. No nightmares tonight. It had been a few days since my last. They’d come back. I knew I’d carry the scars of what happened for a long time, but I also knew that I could face it, fall apart, and I had my men to help put me back together again.
Tonight were dreams of a different kind.
His finger hooked under my chin. “What brings you to my bed?”
“You weren’t in mine,” I answered. He’d only occasionally slept in the big bed in the living room. I knew it was because he was afraid his nightmares would wake everyone up. Mine had. But the guys were deep sleepers and usually went right back to sleep.
We’d slept in the same bed plenty of times by now, both finding solace in one another’s arms. It felt normal to be here, even as my pulse raced.
“Ah, well.” His thumb brushed across my chin, then dragged down my bottom lip. “You are most welcome here.”
My tongue darted to lick him. When his other arm tightened around me even harder, I took his full thumb into my mouth and sucked on it.
His chest rumbled with pleasure, or warning, or both. “Maybe I am dreaming.”
“Do you often have dreams about this?”
He leaned over me, one leg wedging between mine. “Dreams of fucking you? Dreams of making you come on my tongue? Dreams of feeling your pussy flutter around my cock until I’m drawn into the abyss beside you?”
I sucked in a breath as heat shot through my entire body. My core pulsed with need, just like it had when I woke up and found myself alarmingly empty after the dream I’d had where he’d done exactly that to me.
“Yes,” he answered, face hovering only a few inches from mine. “I dream of all those things and more.”
“Obi,” I breathed, curling my fingers around the back of his neck. Our lips met with a groan. He wedged his leg even farther up so that his knee rubbed directly against my core.
“I can feel your heat already,” he murmured. His hands explored my body, brushing over nipples, trailing down my waist. I was already close to going crazy when his fingertips pulled at the elastic of my sleep shorts. “I want you.”
“Take me.”
He wasted no time in peeling my shorts off my legs. I had imagined this countless times, and my brain could never quite decide whether he would take things fast or slow. I pictured him ravishing me, claiming my body as his in moments, spending no more time apart. I pictured him slow, taking his time while he drew orgasm and orgasm from my body with all the careful patience and planning I’d come to know and love about him.
He was the perfect combination of both.
His movements were confident, unhurried yet focused, as he took off my every layer of clothes until I lay on his bed completely bare. He dragged his fingertip down my sternum, watching as my nipples pebbled and my legs clenched around his thighs. His eyes mapped my body like he was committing it to memory, a man determined to play his moves just right until he achieved every one of his goals.
He didn’t look at me like a conquest. He looked at me like he possessed me already, like I belonged to him in every way, and he was completely right.
Give me your soul, and I shall give you mine.
He already owned me, just like I owned him.
His fingers teased at my entrance, and his nostrils flared.
“You knew exactly what you wished for when you climbed into my bed, didn’t you?” he asked, voice heady and dark, as his finger pushed inside me.
“Yes,” I whimpered. “I wanted you.”
