She’d open her eyes and find Trace standing in front of her. He’d give her a look, and instead of watching him walking into the shower alone...she’d join him.
Those were the best of dreams. The ones she never wanted to end.
Like the one she was gloriously locked in right now.
Emma’s dream-self took Trace’s hand. Her footfalls were silent as they moved across the room’s plush carpet. Trace pushed the door open and together, they stepped into the luxurious bathroom.
He turned to her, the heat in his eyes unmistakable. She raised her arms in the air as he reached for the hem of her scrub top. Slowly, he began pulling it over her head and arms.
Emma blinked and the scene playing through her subconscious mind changed. They were no longer in the bathroom...and they were no longer dressed.
The dream was so real, she could actually feel the warmth radiating through her from his steely arms as he carried her to the bed and laid her down onto the mattress.
Trace’s muscles worked as he climbed on top of her, his impressive shaft pressing against her willing core.
“Please,” Emma moaned, uncaring as to whether or not she sounded desperate or needy.
Shewasneedy. She needed him.
“Emma.” His hot breath caressed the side of her neck as he whispered her name.
She lifted her pelvis toward him, her body begging his to ease the wanton throbbing between her thighs. She moaned again, her breaths becoming shallow as anticipation rose to a near-painful level.
“Please,” she shamelessly pleaded again.
Again, he whispered her name.
She spread her legs wider, the tip of his erection pressing against her swollen sex. She could feel him starting to push forward, but then...he stopped.
“No!” She shook her head wildly.
Emma felt her nails digging into the tattoos covering his mouthwatering biceps as he started to pull away.
He couldn’t leave her. Not now.
“Emma,” he spoke her name again, his tone sharper than before.
He’s going to leave. I don’t want him to leave.
With his arms still in her grasp, Emma used them as leverage to lift herself up and bring her mouth to his. She could no longer see him, but she couldfeelso much.
His warmth. His muscles tensing beneath her touch. The tightening of his lips a fraction of a second before they completely took over.
Cupping the back of her head, Trace held her in his arms as he began to feast. Her lips parted, his tongue seeking hers as they tasted each other for the very first time.
The kiss was all-consuming, their electrifying connection unlike any she’d ever felt before. Trace was gentle yet fierce. Loving yet passionate. And best of all, he was...
Pulling away?
“Shit.” The deep curse hit her like a two-by-four.
And just like that, the connection was lost.
Confused, Emma opened her eyes right as Trace practically jumped off the mattress. His feet stumbled a bit as he moved backward, away from the bed.
Away from me.
“Trace?” She blinked, her mind racing to play catch up. “What’s wrong?”