he needn’t have worried. Damn right she was locking that door, Ildaria thought as she set H.D. down. Her problem now was deciding if she shouldn’t pack a bag and run. Juan had found her.
Ten
G.G. rolled over in bed and opened his eyes, feeling just wonderful. Well rested, and well sated from the dreams he’d shared with Ildaria. Damn, if life mate sex was ten times better than that as he’d once heard an immortal claim, it might kill him. But what a way to go, he thought with a grin and closed his eyes to savor the memories still swimming in his head.
The dreams had changed since Ildaria had told him they were shared and told him he was a possible life mate. She no longer just came along for the ride. She was starting to instigate things and really get involved. Last night she’d taken their dream to a beach he suspected was in Punta Cana. They had been alone, the sand soft as silk beneath them, the moon and stars bright overhead and a balmy breeze caressing their bodies as they’d kissed. She’d been wearing the pirate costume she’d described to him, explaining with a grin that it was just for him. However, his costume, she’d added, was just for her and he’d looked down to see that he was in boots and tight black pants, a blousy, white cotton pirate shirt open to show off his chest.
“Will you ravish me, El Capitan?” she’d asked, her eyes glowing golden brown as they always did when she got excited. “Or should I stake you out in the sand and ravish you?”
G.G. had to admit the idea of being ravished had been an exciting one. It must have shown on his face, because the next thing he knew he was flat on his back on a blanket on the sand, his arms and legs tied to stakes in the ground. He’d been a little surprised to see his clothes still on, until he noticed Ildaria standing over him twirling a wickedly sharp knife in her hands.
“I will, of course, unwrap my gift,” she said with a grin and then knelt and began to do just that, slicing through the cloth of his clothes with deft movements that quickly left him in nothing but the boots. But while the cutting away of his clothes was quick, her attention afterward was painfully slow as she’d licked and nibbled and kissed her way up and down and around his body, exploring every inch of him except the part that wanted her attention most. G.G. had been hard pressed not to take over control of the dream, free himself of his bindings, grab her, roll her in the sand, and make love to her. But he’d held back, interested to see where this would go, and most interested to see if she would find her way to his very hard cock, and lick it or freak out and bite it off.
Ildaria didn’t bite it off, and by the time she finally closed her mouth over him, G.G. was crazy close to spilling himself. It had taken mad concentration to keep from doing that, and he’d only managed it for half a dozen strokes of her beautiful mouth before losing it. Fortunately, he recovered quickly in dreams, and within moments he had turned the tables on her, and she was suddenly staked out on the ground while he stripped and loved every inch of her until she was crying out with her release too.
After that, they’d gone for a swim and ended up making love in the surf. Then Ildaria had dragged him to his feet and pulled him behind her as she raced up the sand and into the palm trees. They were naked when they started out, but by the time they stepped out of the forest and into a crowded street, he was in his pirate gear again and she was in a lovely white dress with red and blue stripes running around it in ruffles. The top was what G.G. thought they called a peasant top. He wasn’t sure, he was no fashionista, but she wore the short sleeves off the shoulders and her hair was piled on top of her head, and falling away down one side in large curls that were interwoven with white, red, and blue flowers. She looked magnificent . . . and G.G. wanted her all over again, but a sudden shout drew his gaze