Rachel peered at him with disappointment. "No? You aren't well hung? But I want you to be. And it's my dream," she whined.
"No, I meant--" She looked so disappointed that Etienne decided to reassure her. "The men in my family are all well endowed."
"Oh, goody!" Rachel shrugged his hands away and set to work on his pants.
"But we can't do this," he managed to get out. It was almost painful to say.
"Of course we can. It's my dream and I want to," she said reasonably.
"Yes, but... Look, I can't in good conscience allow you to do this while you think it's a dream."
Rachel paused and stared at him, then blew her bangs out of her eyes with a heavy sigh. "Only I would have a wet dream where the guy fights me off."
"It's not a dream," Etienne repeated. "And if you would just accept that this is all real, we could--"
"Okay," Rachel agreed. "It's not a dream." She grinned.
Etienne eyed her warily. "What?"
"It's not a dream, it's a nightmare. But the best darned nightmare I've had in a long time."
"No, it's not a nightmare."
"It certainly is," she disagreed. "It's every woman's nightmare. Waking up in a sexy man's bed only to find he doesn't want you? Definitely a nightmare."
"I do want you," Etienne assured her.
"Oh, good. Maybe it's not a nightmare after all, then." She claimed his lips with her own.
This time, Etienne had no fight left. After a moment's hesitation, he gave in to his desires. The passion that burst to life between them was startling.
Etienne had lived a long time, and sex had become old hat. In fact, his passion for most things had waned over the ages. He'd grown deadly bored with life until recently--until the advent of computers. Those wonderful machines had caught his interest and passion with a vengeance that women hadn't for a long while. But this woman stirred feelings he hadn't enjoyed for centuries. And all with just a kiss?
Etienne was so startled by his body's enthusiastic response, he gave in to it at once, his gentlemanly urges overwhelmed by lust. He released his hold on Rachel's shoulders and slid his hands over her body with hungry caresses impatient at the clothes she wore. With a primitive growl, he caught fabric and tugged, uncaring that he was snapping buttons off his favorite shirt. He didn't possess any bras for her to have pinched, so Rachel wasn't wearing one. It left him free to first gawk at, then cover the round globes of her br**sts with his hands.
Rachel broke their kiss with a moan and arched forward into the caress.
"Oh, yes," she breathed, head thrown back and eyes closed. She covered his hands with her own. "I'm good."
"You are, are you?" Etienne asked with a chuckle. He sat up until he could reach her breast with his mouth. Closing his lips over her nipple, he sucked it into his mouth and rubbed the hardening nub with his tongue.
"Oh, Gawdddd I'm good," Rachel gasped. Shifting on his lap, she ground against the erection burgeoning inside his jeans. "Sylvia said wet dreams could be good, but Gawdddd!"
Etienne felt a moment's guilt, but he quickly pushed it aside. She was obviously enjoying her dream, and he had tried to tell her the truth.
His self-justification ended as her hand again found his waistband. This time Etienne didn't try to stop her, instead finding himself sucking in an excited breath, his stomach muscles contracting as she unsnapped the button then lowered the zipper. Her hand had just slipped in when the bedroom door opened. Marguerite stepped inside.
"Well." Etienne's mother's voice was full of dry amusement. "I gather you two are getting along all right."
Etienne groaned. His eyes went to Rachel, who sat up to glance around. Her expression was perplexed when it landed on his mother. "What are you doing in my wet dream?"
"Wet dream?" Marguerite Argeneau shifted her gaze back to her son.
"Er..." was all Etienne said.
Chapter Six
"You were supposed to convince her that she wasn't dreaming, son."