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If I didn’t die of embarrassment, the smoldering fire in his eyes would surely fry me to a crisp.
A yank erupted in the pit of my stomach, and my ghostly form jerked out of the room. Seconds later, I dropped back into my body.
I bolted into a sitting position in the bed, my gaze darting around the guest room. What the fuck? Did that just happen? Was that real?
My hair tangled in my face, the strands sticking to my damp skin. I expected Fane to barge in here any moment like he had at Logan’s after my weird, out-of-body experience. The digital clock on the nightstand read three thirty in the morning, and the house was quiet.
That had to have been a dream. No way in hell did my spirit form travel to Fane and pleasure him until he nearly came. And I certainly hadn’t licked—
Nope. Didn’t happen.
I collapsed on the pillows, resting my hand over my heart to calm the frantic beat. It was a dream. Plain and simple.
A voice in the dark shadows of my consciousness laughed, and I ignored the primal earth and fire scent clinging to my hands and the salt coating my tongue. My senses were just confused after such a vivid dream.
The hairs on my nape suddenly lifted, and a hot prickle scuttled over my scalp. Something unseen stirred the air as the temperature rose. Invisible fingers curled around my neck.
“Two can play this game.”
My pulse blasted through the roof as the whispered words sank in, spreading goose bumps everywhere. There was no mistaking who that vicious, gravelly voice belonged to. I couldn’t see him, but I sure as hell could feel him.
Apparently, Fane Maverick could also slip out of his body. And his spirit form was in my room.
The grip on my neck tightened, and hot breath rolled down the hollow of my throat. My thin tank top couldn’t hide my hardening nipples. I licked my lips and gripped the sheets.
This wasn’t happening. I was imagining this.
The hand left my neck, skimming between my breasts and across my abdomen. Neither my clothes nor the bedding moved, but his touch roamed all over me beyond the material. Callused fingers traced circles on my flesh, shooting bolts of electricity through my raw nerve endings.
My back arched, my head pressing into the pillows, and when a hot, wet tongue dragged along my throat, I couldn’t stop the moan from breaking free.
Shit. As the overload of stimuli rippled over me, my toes curled into the sheets. When the bastard licked the tattoo from his bite, I nearly exploded right then and there.
I clamped my mouth shut and bit my tongue to prevent any encouraging pleas from spewing out. Was this punishment for what I did to him a few minutes ago? Large, rough hands pressed against my thighs and parted my legs. I could have stopped him. I didn’t, though. Whether this was real or not, I didn’t have the will to end it.
Again, my clothes didn’t move, but fingers slipped over my center, and my back curved. A gruff rumble twisted through my head as he found me wet.
Fucking hell.My body was such a betraying slut.
He toyed with me for several long, torturous moments before his finger sank inside. A gasp burst out, and my head slammed into the pillows. My hips lifted, so many sensations swelling through me that I almost couldn’t stand it.
The urge to scream his name lashed at me, but I didn’t dare. If I acknowledged his presence, this would become too real, and I might come to my senses and shove him off. Or he might leave.
I didn’t want him to leave.
Fane played with me, soft and slow one minute and then hard and rough the next. I’d gladly take his brand of punishment all night long. My fingers twisted in the sheets as my frenzied breaths filled the dim room. Sweat collected on my chest and slid down, soaking into my shirt. Flames licked at every crevice, and the ceiling spun in dizzying circles, the blue walls and furniture blurring together.
Fane’s scent swirled around me, and I continued to move against his touch, wanting more. Needing so much more.
His fingers suddenly disappeared, and I cried out. Was this his plan? Get me so hot, on the verge of exploding, and then leave?
That prick.
A hard bite erupted on my inner thigh, and I gasped as pain rolled through me, followed by bliss as his hands returned.
“Oh, fuck.” The throbbing bite and pleasure of Fane’s touch inside me ripped the air from my lungs and stole my ability to make any sense. Pressure built within my aching core, and my whimpers rang out as my hips bucked. I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood.
And then his grip coiled around my neck again as he continued to curl his fingers and rub his thumb over my slick center.
