Page 33 of His Stolen Queen
"Sorry. It went down the wrong way." I rubbed his bare thigh under our sheet. "Did I wake you? Was I thrashing around again?"
He pulled me closer and placed a soft kiss against my head. I closed my eyes tightly, wishing I could feel comforted by his touch. It never used to be this hard. The effort it took to relaxaround him no longer felt like a well-oiled flow. Even now, I had to force my arms to unclench in his embrace.
I blamed the dreams.
They were throwing me for a loop. I was only feeling out of sorts right now because I had another sex dream about a man who wasn't David—compounded by being woken up by my husband while I was still coming down from the throes of my erotic illusion. With another man.
"You were doing more than that." David's voice was low and smooth, yet the shiver it produced felt like a protective warning. I recognized that tone. Unease churned low in my belly.
"Oh?"
"Hmm." His hand slid over my tight stomach, stroking my hip bone. "You were grinding against me and moaning. Good dream, was it?" His breath slid over my skin as his lips stroked down my neck.
I froze. What was wrong with me? David and I had an active sex life, but lately, we hadn't engaged in much intimacy. The stress of taking on the Empire Gates project early, the lack of sleep, and increased vivid dreams made it hard to get in the mood.
A morphed image of a dark-haired, blue-eyed billionaire and a faceless blue-eyed lover pushed its way through, demanding recognition. I forced it aside, tightly screwing my eyes shut as my husband—the man Ishouldbe excited for, continued to trail kisses across my collarbone.
His hand slid down my belly, delving into my damp heat. Blunt fingers circled my clit, and I immediately recoiled, my legs snapping shut.
David pulled his hand away; his brown eyes clouded in surprise. I'd never given him that reaction before. "What's the matter? Did I hurt you?"
No longer able to meet his probing stare, I dropped my gaze and shifted slightly away. His scent was overpowering. And not in a good way.
"Sorry, I thought you wanted it." He couldn't hide the hurt in his voice as he pulled his body away from me. Instead of feeling cold, a swift relief enveloped me.
He raked a hand through his hair as I folded my arms, hiding my pebbled nipples. "You're closed off with me one minute and then grinding your pussy against me the next." He slashed a hand through the air as he rolled away from me. "What the fuck do you want?" His voice was laced with anger and frustration.
I stared at his tense back and watched the muscles move beneath his skin as he ran another annoyed hand through his blond locks. Fear gutted me at the thought of David losing his patience with me completely. Giving up and placing me in the too-hard basket before walking away. What happened to my resolve to get my marriage back on track? Every day, I felt like I was falling further and further away from him.
Tears pricked my eyes as a cold sheet of bleakness covered me. I had a vision of myself alone. Adrift. Back to jumping from one job to another, one town to the next, searching for that elusive feeling of home. I thought I'd found that with David. Ihadfound it with David. These fucking dreams and this penthouse project had me all messed up. That was all. I could get us back on track. Iwouldget us back on track. Every marriage had its blips. This was ours.
I shuffled across the bed and stroked my hand down my husband's smooth back. His breathing picked up, but he otherwise kept his body turned away. Rigid. I slid my hand under his arm and cuddled up against his back. My nipples were still erect, and they grazed against his flesh. I felt his breath catch beneath my hands.
My conscience pinged as I realized that the evidence of my literal wet dream was now being used with David. My hard nipples. My wet panties. They were proof of a prolonged, unconscious affair. It felt wrong. Like I was somehow cheating.
But who do you feel conflicted over? Your husband or your phantom lover?
Before I could remove my wandering hands at that sobering thought, David turned over and covered my mouth with his. I gave a surprised gasp, which led him to tangle his tongue with mine. I felt his hard length against my thigh as he settled himself over me. Bit by bit, I allowed my body to relax. My arms crept up around his neck to bury my hands in his hair. The texture felt thick. Rough. Not like—
Stop!
I sank myself into our kiss, letting my body and mind slowly push aside the sensation of another man's licentious coupling. I embraced the feel of my husband's caress and cleared my mind of all other thoughts, leaving only the touch of David's hand.
My legs unclenched and started to make space for his lean frame. My lips briefly stalled as I searched for a comfortable position. My thighs used to lovingly cradle his waist, allowing his body to click into place with mine like a puzzle, sliding its pieces together in familiar harmony.
"You okay?" David murmured against my throat. His hands clenched my thighs as they slipped around his body, seeking that fit we had perfected over years of countless lovemaking.
"Mm-hmm." I kissed his shoulder as I tightened my legs around him. "Keep going," I encouraged.
His mouth kissed down my chest before stopping to lick at my hard nipples. I stared at the ceiling as I absentmindedly stroked his hair. His teeth nipped my bud, and I gave an appropriate gasp before closing my eyes against the wetness that had gathered there.
He kissed his way down my stomach before gripping my panties. With a reluctance that shamed me, I lifted my ass and allowed him to pull my underwear down. The fabric caught against my slick pussy lips before they were dragged away. How I wished my husband's touch had caused that wetness.
My breath increased as I felt his mouth breathing over my mound. "God, you smell so good," he praised.
I speared my hand through his hair before pushing his face toward my cunt. I couldn't be fucked with foreplay or dirty talk. I just wanted him to hurr—
A burst of light flickered over my closed lids, and my eyes flew open. Our curtains were closed, but I could see an explosion of brightness behind them. A distinctive smell seeped into our bedroom, waking my confused mind.
