In Dreams. Patricia Rosemoor
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Heat began to penetrate her
Heat from Justin’s body as he pulled her close and caught her mouth in a sweet, savage kiss. “Oh, chère,” he murmured.
Part of Lucy knew this was wrong. That she should back off before they got caught up in something they couldn’t stop. Something that might even get him killed.
But another part of her couldn’t help herself. One kiss, Lucy thought. Just one sexy kiss.
Justin swept his hands over her breasts. Her nipples hardened and the soft flesh ached for more. His tongue plunged deep inside her mouth, the rhythm making her think of him plunging deep inside her.
A moment later he pulled her out of the chair and against his chest. She felt his throbbing length through her clothing. Hands cradling her bottom, he pressed his erection low against her belly. Oh, the sensations that spread through her like wildfire! Her hips began to move, and more than anything she wanted to rid them both of their garments.
She could just picture it. Naked. Her straddling him in the darkened bedroom.
She moaned and Justin swallowed the sound as if he were having the very same fantasy.
As if he’d had the very same dream…
Dear Reader,
What’s hotter than a sultry Louisiana night? For my heroine Lucy Ryan, nothing. Lucy has psychic dreams…psychic erotic dreams of a man she doesn’t know…yet. Justin Guidry comes into her life just when she needs him to get her out of a jam. Then, not only is her life at risk, but her heart, as well.
I had a great time writing Lucy and Justin’s story. Almost as great as I did exploring New Orleans itself. So pull up a comfy chair, pour yourself a cup of chicory coffee, grab a beignet and enjoy In Dreams.
Happy reading,
Patricia Rosemoor
In Dreams
Patricia Rosemoor
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To Edward…see you in dreams…
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
1
SHE SWEPT HER TONGUE up his hard length. His moan sent fingers of fire down her body to the heat between her thighs.
She wanted him there.
Slowly, she eased her body upward until their mouths met. He swallowed her whole with that kiss, making her feel as if she were drowning. Ending the kiss, she pushed herself up so she could see him. His sharp features, punctuated by a fall of inky hair across his high forehead, had never seemed so alive. Heavy lids over pale brown eyes revealed the promise of pleasure…bedroom eyes that could make her insides curl.
Her insides were curling now.
She felt him moving under her, his hot hands on her thighs, a clever thumb lingering at her sweet spot. He stroked her clit until she arched back and opened herself wider to him.
“Now, chère, now,” he urged.
She wanted to hold on, to draw out the pleasure a while longer, but he wouldn’t ease up on her and the friction push-push-pushed her over the edge. As the pulsing began deep inside her, she dug her nails into his thighs. He jerked and made a low guttural sound. Then a treacherous sound pushed them both into the abyss from which there was no rescue….
“A-ah!”
Suddenly awake, Lucy Ryan sat straight up, her body soft and humming with pleasure from the erotic dream. But there was no pleasure in the pounding of her heart, like that of a frightened bird captured in flight.
In flight—that she was—and the erotic dream was in reality a nightmare….
The image of her lover came back to her as clearly as if he stood before her. Sharp features. Inky hair. Bedroom eyes.
She didn’t know anyone who looked like that.
At least not yet.
Dear Lord, no. She couldn’t bring anyone else into this, she couldn’t risk another life. But even as she denied it, Lucy knew she had no control over what was shown to her in dreams.
A glance at the glowing numbers of the digital clock told her it was barely four. She’d slept a little more than an hour. Climbing off the thin mattress, she tried to stop herself from shaking as she made her way into the bathroom.
The motel was cheap and threadbare, but at least it was clean. She washed her face, then stepped into the shower, hoping the warm water would soothe her. Instead, it cleared her mind, made her remember too sharply what she had witnessed several hours ago, a nightmare turned real.
She couldn’t stop the dreams from coming, couldn’t change them. And because of that, a young woman was dead. And she was on the run, fleeing from the murderer’s accomplices who were after her.
The only witness.
So what the hell was she supposed to do next?
Now that she had time to think, to consider her options, Lucy realized she had to go back to New Orleans and contact the police, tell them everything she knew. Rather, a version they could handle. That was the only way. Earlier she’d panicked and headed out of the city to anywhere away from the danger following her, but eventually she’d lost the thugs. And if she went back to the city how in the world would they know where to find her?
Reassured, she quickly pulled on her cotton flood pants and crop top, then shoved her feet into thick-soled sandals.
The authorities wouldn’t believe her if she told them everything, but she didn’t have to explain that she’d purposely gone to the scene of the crime, but had been too late to save that poor woman. She could simply say she’d been out for a walk and had stumbled on the murder. That would be believable. New Orleans was a late-night town and on weekends pedestrians crowded French Quarter streets.
In her mind’s