He came to me in my dream again, just as he had before.
The door opened and he grinned at me. He was already shirtless this time, the muscles of his torso beautiful in the moonlight. The numbers tattooed on his arm seemed to dance as he stepped inside.
“You’re not here for your jacket,” I said, biting my lip. Waiting for what I knew would happen next.
Jayce led me to the bed, and my pants came off with ease. I moaned into the sheets as he went down on me, eating me out with lusty fervor. Like he’d been starving for me all day, and now that he’d given in he couldn’t get enough.
“I think you’re ready for somethingreal,” he said as he stood, unzipping his pants. “I’m going to make you mine, Peaches.”
His cock slid out of his jeans, long and hard and glistening at the tip. I shuddered at the sight of it, and reached forward to take it in my hand, to feel the heat of it between my fingers, but Jayce snatched my hand from the air and grinned like he’d won the game.
“Don’t touch,” he said in that hint of a Georgia drawl. “Onlyfeel.”
He spread my legs and thrust forward, burying every inch of himself into my wet heat. My ache of desire turned into an ache of contact as he widened my walls, filling me from base to tip.
“That’s fuckinggood,” he moaned in the darkness. “You’re better than I dreamed, Peaches.”
So are you,I wanted to say. But thiswasa dream, so he was exactly how he felt.
I ran my fingers over his skin, tracing the lines of his tattoos. Outlining the orchids on his arm and the numbers by the bicep, 3194, and then the other numbers, 8233. All the while Jayce fixed his gaze on me while gyrating into me.
“I’m gonna give it to you all night,” he said, moving slowly back and forth. “Slow and fuckingsteady.”
“Yes…” I breathed.
“By the time I’m done with you, you’re gonna be begging me to come.”
“Yes,” I whispered again, surrendering to the way he made me feel. Surrendering to his gorgeous body. “Yes, Jayce. Yes!”
He reached a hand down and rubbed at my clit, filling me with a powerful new ecstasy as I arched my back to take more of him…
*
My phone alarm yanked me out of the dream.
“No,” I moaned, slapping at it on the table. “No!”
I was so close. It was still there, I couldfeelit. I could still feel him. I slid a hand into my panties, which were practically soaked from my dream. I rubbed myself and imagined Jayce there in bed, pressing his hard length between my legs, filling me with every inch…
I rolled over and pretended he was taking me from behind. “Jayce,” I moaned into the pillow as my imaginary man made love to me, fingers digging into my hips. “Jayce, yes, right there,yes…”
I shuddered with release, gasping into the pillow as everything went white and intense and perfect.
As I pulled myself out of bed and showered, it felt strange to have had the dream after yesterday. Jayce had shown me who hereallywas: a jerk. I shouldn’t be thinking of him as anything other than that.
Then why did that feel so good?
I felt satisfied in that deep, exhausting way that came after really good sex. And it had to do with imagining Jayce’s chiseled body next to me, on top of me,behindme. And yet I wanted more. I wanted to chat with him during our work, flirt with him, make him smile at me.
But as I walked to work in the overcast morning, I realized I was still mad at him. Which was almost a relief, because Ishouldbe mad at him after what he’d called me. I didn’t know what I was going to say to him, but Ididknow I wanted to give him a piece of my mind. To let him know what he’d done wasn’t okay, even if he somehow thought he was protecting me from Sid.
And if some of that was my anger at Scott spilling over, then so be it.
I was planning on stopping in the diner for coffee, but Jayce’s truck was already waiting in the community center parking lot. And on the other side of it, seated on a bench, was Jayce himself. He held up two cups of coffee, and grimaced when he saw me.
“Can we forget yesterday happened?” he said, handing me a paper cup.
My anger and prepared speech disappeared. “How’s your arm?”