In Her Wildest Dreams

Chapter Three-1

Chapter Three

“May I touch you, Ellie?”

The sound of his voice aroused her, and she looked up.

He stood over the bed, as usual, only this time his robe was belted. She hated that his beautiful physique was covered and longed to see him naked.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Please touch me.”

He smiled, reaching up to undo the belt of his robe. The article slipped noiselessly to a puddle at his feet. His nakedness was all male splendor: sloping muscles, broad shoulders and strong chest. Ellie’s body burned for his touch, her n*****s stiffening, her woman’s cleft pulsing madly.

He knelt down, one hand pushing her nightgown up, over her thighs, until the cloth bunched around her waist. Her most secret, intimate parts were bare to his sight, and he gazed on them with a poignant blend of tenderness and raw hunger. “You’re so beautiful, Ellie,” he whispered, skating his fingertips up and down her inner thighs, first one, then the other. The contact left a trail of heat that burned closer to her pubic mound with each caress.

She stared at his profile, his strong masculine jaw, the wide sideburns framing his high cheekbone. He looked like one of those men who posed for covers of romance novels. Had she died and gone to Paradise?

He trailed his fingertips lightly along her slit and over her dark blond pubic curls. She caught her breath at first, and then moaned as he caressed the center of her wet heat.

Rising up on his knees, he leaned over, his face so close to hers his warm breath tickled her skin. “I love, you, Ellie,” he whispered.

“I love you,” she answered, her eyes fluttering closed in anticipation of his kiss.

Just as his lips brushed hers, the alarm clock on the bedside table went off. Ellie’s eyes flew open, and she reached out to turn it off…

The movement of her arm woke her, and she stared at the clock, realizing it had gone off in real life. She pushed the button to stop its loud blare and fell back against the pillows, lamenting Darren’s absence in the wake of her dream.

As usual, her blood raced and her body tingled. Throwing off the blanket, she started to rise and felt the moisture of her arousal between her legs. The fact that Darren wasn’t here to make love to her only made it worse. She hoped fervently for the day when he wouldn’t be so damn busy anymore, and they could loll in bed for hours on the weekends.

She sighed as she sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing her eyes, gathering her resolve to rise and begin her day. If it weren’t for Paul, she would sleep later in the mornings, but she liked to make breakfast for him before he left for classes and teaching. His idea of breakfast was a bowl of cold cereal, and nothing else, not even a glass of juice. She knew it was motherly of her, but she couldn’t help herself. Sometimes when she looked at him, all she saw was the forlorn four-year old who’d lost his mother.

After Paul had left for school, Ellie, still in her robe, sat down at her computer and attempted to finish an article she’d been writing. However, the residue of her dream still clung to her. The images of the dream man, ruggedly gorgeous and naked, caressing and adoring her, flitted through her mind. It reminded her of the way she’d first felt with Darren.

Icy heat prickled over her skin. For the first time since Darren had become so busy at work, Ellie began to wonder if maybe his preoccupation was really due to something else. He still called her almost every day, and told her he loved her. Maybe she just hadn’t realized it before because she was so enamored with him. He was ... well ... different.

Ellie’s heart lurched violently and her hands trembled. The words on the computer screen became a blur and she rose up from her desk and began pacing. Desperate for reassurance, she picked up the phone and dialed Darren’s office on his private number. He picked up on the second ring.

“Darren Rogers.”

“Darren, it’s me, Ellie.”

There was a moment’s hesitation on the other end. “Hi, Ellie. What’s up?”

Ellie felt her heart drop. Why didn’t he sound happy to hear her voice? “I … uh … called you last night. I know it was horribly late, but I got your machine.”

“Oh … yeah. I was really exhausted and turned the ringer off. Sorry.”

She shivered with relief. “I see. I was hoping you could come over for lunch. You know, for a romantic interlude.”

She heard Darren clear his throat. “Gee, El, that does sound good. Unfortunately, I don’t really have time to go all the way to Cambridge.”

Ellie’s shoulders slumped. At the beginning of their relationship, he would have jumped at the invitation.

“I tell you what,” he said after a moment, “Why don’t I pick you up tonight and we’ll go somewhere. Maybe we’ll go to that place you like in Quincy Market and get an iced hot chocolate.”

She brightened. It wasn’t a private romantic tryst, but at least he was suggesting one of their favorite places. The place of their first date, actually. “I’d love that.”

“I’ll pick you up, say, eight-thirty?”

“I’ll be here.”

“See you then.”

Ellie waited for him to say, ‘I love you,’ before hanging up, but he didn’t. Oh, well, she mused, dismissing the tinge of uneasiness in her consciousness. He’s busy. He’ll certainly say it tonight.

With renewed energy, Ellie went to shower, dress and tidy the apartment before getting some work done.