Amelie tossed and turned, twisting the bed sheets up and
around her legs, right there, where she wanted him. But he hadn’t touched her
yet, not in this dream. She wanted him to, so badly. A soft moan escaped her
parted lips as he moved toward her and as in all the dreams before this one, she
ached for him…
“Do not be afraid of love.” He pulled the robe from her
shoulders. It swished to the floor in a whisper of silk.
She should protest—she did not know him. Instead, she
sighed with the cool night air against her bare breast.
Warm hands drew her close, a comfort as much as a command.
When he wrapped his arms around her, the bedroom walls fell away. She smelled
the sea and the wind whipped around them.
She dug her fingers into his back and remembered … the way
he nipped her neck when he sank into her, his deep, satisfied grunt when she
clung to him, how he pinned her down, holding back the release until she thought
she would die if he didn’t let her come right now…
She did know him. He was her capitaine. She molded herself against him and his chin dipped to rest
on her head.
When he pulled back, a thick, black forelock winged away
from his forehead. Full lips turned upward into dimples and moonlight shone in
his eyes. “My love.”
She rubbed her nipples into the curls sprinkled across his
chest and finally, he lifted her and laid her down on the water’s surface. His
body, all hard planes and angles, pushed her down. She wrapped her legs around
him atop a swelling wave.
He murmured approval as he cupped her buttocks, lifted her
hips and drove into her all in one deft motion.
“We are one.” He said against the column of her throat as
he rammed into her.
The night rose and fell on her sighs.
He impaled her, took her breath away as she clung to him
in the ocean spray. Their limbs slammed together as he tossed her about on a
wild ride. The dark waves crested, carrying them away as the night shattered …
Amelie kept her eyes closed and licked her lips. It felt
real; he felt real. Too soon,
consciousness chased her fantasy away.
She sat up, staring across the bedroom at the pre-dawn
outside her window. She turned on the bedside lamp and a golden halo sprayed
the room. “Just a dream.”
Her nipples still tingled in arousal. She pulled off the
He stood outside her bedroom window, watching her, his
square jaw slack with need. His tanned skin glowed in lamplight…
Amelie pulled the chemise to her breast and turned off the
lamp. She got out of bed and crept across the room. She stood as close as she
dared to the cool glass pane.
He was gone.
Don’t be ridiculous.
Of course, he had never been there, couldn’t have been there. The dream had
shaken her up.
Abandoned, she watched the purple sky lighten to pink. As
the sun climbed above the wintry clouds, the dream, and her capitaine, dimmed inside of her. It
faded from her consciousness as quickly as the street lamps winked out over
Central Park thirty-six stories below.
She had called him capitaine. Was he captain of a ship? Why had he called her Jacqueline?