Summer of Frost (Forever Fae #3)(8)

“Is it bad that I live my life looking forward to the night?” he asked huskily, nuzzling his face in my hair. His hand swept it off my shoulder, and he laid a soft, warm kiss at the nape of my neck. I shuddered as the chills ran down my body.

“No, because I’m the same way,” I confessed, moving away from the harp so I could stand in front of him. Taking my face in his hands, he crushed his lips to mine … wanting and needing. Running my hands through his hair, I tugged him closer, opening my lips further and allowing more of him to enter. His tongue was demanding yet sweet as he feverishly claimed me for his own.

Leaning away from the kiss, I placed my hands on his chest, giving a light push. I’d wanted to tell him for a long time now that these dreams were real, but I knew he wouldn’t believe me, not without solid proof. This was just a dream world to him, but I was ready to tell him.

Drake’s eyes were full of concern when he studied me. “Why did you pull away?”

Averting my eyes to the floor, I took a few seconds to think of the questions I wanted to ask him before I looked at him again. “Drake?” I asked.

“Hmm ...” he replied, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Do you find it odd that you dream about me every night?”

He narrowed his eyes in concentration, and shrugged. “I hadn’t really thought about it like that. I guess it is a little strange, but I’m not complaining.” He distracted me by dipping his head lower to graze his lips along my jaw and down to my neck. I sighed in contentment, and for a moment I let myself lose all train of thought while Drake ran his hands all over my body, rubbing and caressing.

“You’re making it hard for me to think,” I chastised him playfully.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered in my ear. “It’s just … I’ve missed you.”

I chuckled lightly. “You just saw me last night, but if it makes you feel better, I’ve missed you, too. What do you want to do tonight? We’ve travelled all over the world and done everything humanly possible. I guess we need to think of new things to do.”

His eyes grew dangerously dark, the gray in them swirling like the mist on stormy seas. He pulled me tighter against his body, his gaze full of want and need, and it didn’t take long to figure out where this was going to lead. He bent down, lips almost touching mine, and murmured against them, “I think you know what I want to do.”

I bit my lower lip, but he released it by taking it in his mouth and sucking it, hard. I sagged in his arms, knowing my window of opportunity to tell him the truth had just flown away. I was falling way too fast, getting in deeper and deeper. The more we did this, the harder it was not to tell him the truth. How were things going to be when I saw him in person again and told him? We’ve spent the past ten months getting to know each other in our dreams, but would he see it as a violation into his life, or would he welcome it? I know his wants, needs, and fears, just like he knows mine. There isn’t another person in all the Land of the Fae that knows each other better than we know each other. Will things be the same when it’s all revealed?

Drake looked down at my dress and smiled. He took a finger and lightly dipped it inside one of the straps, touching my bare skin. It sent chills down my whole body. “You look amazing in blue.”

Blue is his favorite color, so obviously, I picked it out for him and he knew it. I could tell by the sly smile on his face when he mentioned it. Drake pulled the straps of my gown down off my shoulders, and lightly tugged it to where it settled below my bare breasts. My chest heaved up and down with my erratic breathing while his touches left me aching for more. He circled his thumb over my nipple and smiled when I moaned under his touch.

“Drake, there’s something I need to tell you,” I whispered.

“What is it, beautiful?” he asked.

I was trying to think clearly, but when he trailed his tongue down my neck and to the mound of my breast, I lost all train of thought. Getting on his knees, he cupped my ass and pulled me to him so my full and heavy breasts were right in front of him. My fingers tangled in his hair as he licked and sucked on my nipple, biting every now and again. If it weren’t for him holding me up, I would’ve crumbled to the floor.

Drake left my breast and kissed a path down my stomach, sliding my dress down with him until it pooled on the floor. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured softly.

Panting and heated to the core, I grew weak at his words. Even his voice turned me on. He stood again, and as determined as I was, I began to remove his clothes, not wanting to wait any longer. His shirt and pants were gone in the blink of an eye, and he was standing before me, naked and hard as a rock.

The expression on his face was smoldering as he looked up and down my body. Still standing, he cupped me gently, rubbing against my core, before slowly entering his fingers into my slick, wet heat. Gripping him tightly, we both moaned together feverishly while I moved against his hand. He worked his fingers faster, and I screamed out with my orgasm, not caring how loud I was. We were alone, just me and him, in our dream world.

Drake lifted me in his arms and carried me to the bed, laying me down gently. “Did that feel good?” he asked, grinning triumphantly.

“Amazing,” I admitted wholeheartedly, breathing hard and shuddering from the orgasm.

He climbed up on the bed and pushed my legs apart with his knee, settling his weight lightly upon me. I moaned in anticipation when I felt the hardness of his cock pressed against my leg. “What is it you needed to tell me?” Drake asked softly.