Dream a Little Dream (Chicago Stars, #4)(250)

“Not a single one.”

“You’ll put up with my brothers?”

“Don’t remind me.”

“And Chip’s going to belong to both of us?”

She nodded, unable for a moment to speak. Now that he’d set his heart to it, Gabe Bonner would be a better father to her son than Dwayne Snopes could ever have dreamed of being.

She stroked the stubborn line of his jaw, kissed him again. She wanted to laugh and sing and burst out in tears all at once. The emotions were too much, so she hid behind some gentle teasing. “Don’t think I’m going to forget about that million dollars. You were right about me not keeping those diamonds, and you’re not competent to handle your own money.”


“You are?”

She nodded.

“You’re right.” He sighed. “Still, for a million dollars, a man has a right to expect something special.” With no warning he swept her into his arms. As he carried her into his bedroom, one hand caressed her bare bottom. “Let me think . . . What kind of kinkiness would be worth a million dollars?”

A dozen ideas skipped through her mind.

“First I’m going to strip you naked.” His throaty whisper made her shiver. “Then I’m going to stretch you out on that bed and love every single part of you.”

A soft moan slipped through her lips.

“And Rach? Chip’s out like a light, so we’ve got all the time in the world. I’ll be going about it real slow.”

She struggled for air.

He set her on her feet, then locked the bedroom door. He returned to her at once, and his fingers brushed her collarbone as he unbuttoned the shirt. He dipped his head to her neck and nipped the skin with his teeth. The shirt slid to the ground. He nuzzled and nibbled and worked his way from one delicious spot to another.

When she couldn’t stand it, she began pulling at his clothing, and she didn’t stop until he was naked.

His body. She drank in the sight of those ridges of muscle, the lines between tanned and lighter skin, the patch of dark hair on his chest and at his groin. She cupped him, feeling the heavy weight there, the tensile strength, loving the sound of his irregular breathing.

They fell back on the bed and discovered neither of them had the patience for slowness. She needed his heavy weight on top of her, anchoring her to this bed, this house, this town—binding the two of them together forever. And he needed it too.

Only when he was buried deep inside her did they slow. She wrapped her legs around his, loving the feeling of being completely open for him, of being possessed by him.

His gray eyes gazed down into hers. “I love you, Rachel.”

She lifted the hand she’d curled around his hip and brought it to the nape of his neck, sheltering him as she smiled her own love back before she whispered the words she knew he wanted to hear. “I love you, Gabe.”

He moved inside her, and their passion built, but neither looked away. They kept their eyes locked, unwilling to give in to the primal instinct that craved privacy at this moment of deepest vulnerability.

He didn’t drop his head to the crook of her neck, but kept it above her, staring down. She didn’t turn her cheek into the pillow but gazed upward.

The boldness of allowing another person, even one so deeply loved, to have such an open conduit into the other’s soul intensified every movement.

Green eyes swallowed silver. Silver devoured green.

“Oh, Rach . . .”

“My love . . .”

Eyes open, they came together in a melding of souls.





“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just can’t seem to make up my mind.” Rachel caught her lip between her teeth, the perfect picture of an indecisive female except for the faintly diabolic glimmer in her eyes. “You were right, Ethan. I should have listened to you. The couch did fit better by the window.”

Ethan exchanged a long-suffering look with his oldest brother. “Let’s move it back to the window, Cal.”

Gabe watched from the doorway with a great deal of amusement as his brothers hoisted the heavy couch until it was once again beneath the cottage’s front window. He loved watching Rachel torture his brothers. She made Ethan fetch and carry for her, and when Cal visited, she developed an insatiable need to have all the new furniture they’d bought for the cottage rearranged.

She held the biggest grudge against Cal, so, even though he was around less frequently, he got the worst of it. She’d conned him into going to school with Chip last fall as his show-and-tell project, and she made him sign a ton of autographs for every kid she met. She still loved to save money, so she’d also made him agree to give future free medical care to Chip and the other children she and Gabe had, to all of Ethan and Kristy’s children, and to herself, as long as she didn’t have to take her clothes off. Cal had the nerve to argue with her about the last part.

No matter what Rachel demanded from his brothers, Gabe acted dumb, as if he didn’t know what was going on. It drove them crazy, but they never complained because they still felt so guilty about the hard time they’d given her. As penance, they did as she asked, and she rewarded them by asking for even more.

Just this morning Gabe had inquired exactly how much longer she thought she could stretch this thing out, and she’d said she figured she could get another six months from it, but he doubted it. She didn’t have a real killer instinct, and his brothers could be charming bastards when they set their minds to it. For a long time now, she’d been running more on mischief than retribution.