Dreamcatcher
BOBBIE RUSSELL

ISBN: 978-1-906328-00-9
TOTAL-E-BOUND PUBLISHING
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Excerpt 1:

"Having fun?" He pushed away from the wall and meandered toward the sink with the pretence of getting a drink.

   "Oh, you startled me." Willow turned, not knowing how to approach him after their morning conversation. She extended the spoon, sticky with strawberries, as a tentative peace offering. "Want a taste?"

   "Don't mind if I do." He took the spoon, his hand lightly brushing hers. The contact made her jump. He reached behind her, laying the spoon on the stove and moving the pot aside. His arms circled her, pulling her close as he began nibbling her neck and the sensitive lobe of her ear.

   "Mmm, you taste good. Not strawberry, though. More like wild honey."

   Willow's knees buckled the moment he touched her, and she had to grab his shoulders for support. Wanting him with a fierceness that shocked her, she moved in his arms to return his kisses. He must have mistaken her movements for struggling, for his arms tightened, cutting off her breath as he pulled her against him.

   "Don't fight me on this, Willow. I'm tired of fighting. I want you, and I intend to make you mine."

   She captured his head with both hands, moving so she could look into his eyes. "I can't fight you anymore. Nor can I fight these feelings that rage within me." She stopped any response he might have made with her lips, curling her arms around his neck.
 

For now, Garrison cleared his mind of everything except the warm and sensual creature in his arms.

   "What are you doing?" Willow squirmed beneath his fingers, hating the layers of clothes that inhibited her from feeling his warm hands.

   "Taking off your clothes." As though he had read her mind, his hands undid one button after the other. His lips followed the trail blazed by his touch; his breath felt like fire against her breasts. She turned and leaned back against the seat, even as she questioned their insanity.

   "Here?" She gasped. Her eyes surveyed the snow-covered landscape even while her body heat rose.

   Garrison's hands found her breasts; his husky voice penetrated the stillness. "Here—now. I want to make love to the always-prim-and-proper lady with too many names and no money."

   Willow looked at him in the moonlight, her heart bursting with happiness that he still wanted her. She slowly unbuttoned his coat, then shirt as she gazed at him through lowered lashes. Her hands slid against his bare chest; her lips lightly grazed his collarbone.

   "Would you settle for me?"

   “There’s no settling about it,” he growled, baring her down onto the seat and pulling a warm robe over them. “I always get what I want, and what I want is you, hot and willing beneath me.”

   Amid a tangle of arms and searching hands, Willow squirmed and wiggled. When Garrison reached beneath her wool skirt he reared back in surprise. “You’re wearing wool bloomers?”

   “It’s winter. I had to stay warm.”

   He tugged the fabric down, grumbling and swearing under his breath as he lifted up to get them over her ankle boots and off. “I will keep you warm; you don’t need long-handles. In fact,” he grinned at her as his warm hand slid up her bare leg, “you don’t need to wear anything at all under your dresses.”

            His fingers touched her womanhood, briefly cupping her before sliding past her curls to rub her clit. Willow was already wet and aching, her body so in tune to his that just his words had her throbbing.

There wasn’t much room on the sleigh seat, and it was too cold not to have the heavy blankets and robes bundled around them, but Sidney still managed to wiggle her hand into the front of Garrison’s trousers, finding the hot long length of him. She circled him with her fingers, squeezing lightly and he groaned.

   She loved knowing she could make him hard and ready to love her, but any sense of power was shared, because she was just as eager to pleasure him.

   “Take me now,” she whispered close to his ear, flicking her tongue in and out, mimicking what she wanted him to do to her.

   Garrison slid two fingers into her, pumping his hand in and out.

   “More!” There was no relief in the motion, and Sidney needed all of him.

   He inserted yet another finger and the feeling of fullness was incredible, especially when he sucked her nipple into his hot mouth. She squirmed against the invasion, loving the feeling that arced throughout her body.

   “What do you want?” he asked, peppering kisses in the valley between her breasts. He always made her ask, as if testing her propriety.

   “I want you,” she answered breathlessly.

   “What do you want from me?” he continued relentlessly.

   She squeezed his length tighter, rubbing her thumb over the crown and feeling the seep of moisture. “This,” she whispered.

   “Say it.” He thrust his fingers deeper into her and she arched her back in need.

   She had heard the words, whispered behind gloved hands by young ladies at soirees who seemed intent on being ruined before they married. But could she speak them out loud?

   Garrison removed his fingers and the emptiness was instant. She felt him tug at the buttons on his trousers, releasing himself as he kneed her legs apart. She guided him to her opening, rubbing the tip of him against her nubbin, her body tingling in anticipation.

   But when she tried to get him closer, he held back.

   “Tell me.” He tipped his hips forward, teasing her with slight pressure.

   And Sidney knew she would say anything, do anything, to get him to make love to her. “I want you…your shaft inside me.” He moved forward just a little more, his thickness stretching her sex lips. Emboldened, she lifted her knees as she slid her hands up his hard chest. “I have become obsessed with the feel of your body on mine. The touch of your mouth on my breasts is beyond imagination.” She flicked her thumbs across his flat brown nipples, making them pebble.

He pushed a little deeper into her wet sheath. She could feel his arms tremble from the effort of holding back, and she said the words that would make him lose control.

She tilted her head back to capture his gaze. “In truth, I am addicted to your cock, sir.”

Garrison rammed his cock home, her words enflaming him to the point where he couldn’t hold back. Again and again, he pushed to the hilt, grinding his hips against hers as she met him thrust for thrust. The cold of night was forgotten as her body sucked him in, her hot sheath clutching around him as she came.

He wrapped his arms tightly around her, his chest rubbing against her bared breasts as his hips pistoned in and out until he climaxed. And still, he rocked against her, riding out an orgasm that didn’t stop.