Hot Dreams of a Lonely Soul (Weekend Getaways) by Emily A. Lawrence Page B

her clit and rubbed, increasing her
pleasure even more until she felt the vaguely familiar beginning of an orgasm. “ Ohh ! Ohh !
Yes!” Her convulsions wrenched her. Lightning bolts coursed through her flesh
as she writhed furiously, spasms stabbing through her entire body. She was out
of control, unable and unwilling to stop the waves of pleasure crashing over
her. As the spasms subsided, her body relaxed and her breathing returned to
normal, but just like every single time, as soon as it was over, the spell was
gone and once again she found herself alone in her bed. She sighed and gently
pulled the intruder out, still feeling the moisture and heat of her sex. Tears
pricked her eyes but she refused to cry and quickly changed the sweaty sheets
before she went to the bathroom to shower, hoping it would wash away her
sorrow.
    She let the steaming-hot water pour over her for more than
fifteen minutes before she began to wash herself, lathering her breasts and
cunt excessively without realizing it, still a little groggy and teary. Once
she was done, she dried on a soft, fluffy towel, and then studied her
well-shaped body in the full-length mirror. In spite of her amazing looks she
didn’t feel beautiful anymore. Her ex-husband’s harsh words had made sure she’d
never feel so again.
    Carly almost jumped when she heard the sound of her
doorbell. “Damn it, who could it be at this hour?” She
put on the first nightgown she found in her drawer, pulled a robe on as well,
and rushed to the door. Her belly flip-flopped, and her breath caught in her
throat when she peeked through the peephole and saw the man in her dreams
waiting patiently on the other side of the door. She brushed her fingers
through her hair in agitation, not sure whether to let him in or not. A part of
her jumped up and down with excitement, but the other was frozen in place,
afraid to be alone in her apartment in the middle of the night with a man she
barely knew but so much desired. A sudden impulse made her grab the key and
unlock the door, which brought her face to face with him.
    She blinked perplexed, and the eerie feeling came back to
her. He looked over her from head to toe, mouth partly opened. His hair looked
as though he had been running his fingers through it, perhaps even grasping
strands in frustration. He hadn't shaved for several days and the dark stubble
lining his chin made him look rather scruffy. Even so, his untidy appearance
still attracted her, and his now familiar musky scent combined with his cologne
caused her insides to liquefy. “Mr. Benton, it is way past midnight. What are
you doing here?” she asked drily. Shivers ran up and down her spine, as she
clutched the doorknob for balance.
    “May I come inside?”
    Carly hesitated concerned, battling the fears she deemed
herself powerless against.
    “I need to talk to you,” he said, his voice mild.
    Despite her doubts, she stepped aside and allowed him to
walk in. She felt panicky, her heart beating so fast she thought it might
shatter, and yet she could not bring herself to ask him to leave and shut the
door in his face. “Um...take a seat. Can I get you anything?”
    He shook his head and sat down on her couch, his eyes glued
to her. “Please. Don’t be afraid,” he said, pointing at the space next to him
for her to sit down as well.
    She settled on the far end of the couch, intrigued by his
presence in her home. “Did something happen at work?” She tried to hide the
tremor in her voice, but no matter how hard she fought her own nervousness, she
was wrung out.
    “No. My presence here has nothing to do with work. I am here
to see you.”
    “Me?” she murmured dismayed, every nerve ending in her body
standing on full alert.
    He nodded. “Look, I don’t want to waste your time, nor mine.
I am a man who prefers straightforwardness, so I’ll spill it out for you
sincerely.” He paused and pushed his hair out of his eyes. “Ever since I met
you...ever since you stepped