Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 94513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
“Fuck.” His hoarse voice was gentle, but the strain in it made me want more.
He enjoyed this. Touching me. My dream Bane wanted to feel me.
I pressed a kiss to the curve between his neck and shoulder, then tasted him some more on my tongue. His other hand clasped the back of my head and held me there.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he encouraged me.
A finger shoved inside of me, and a long, soft cry tore from my lips. He stilled.
Why was he stopping? I needed more of that.
“Easy,” he murmured as he began to sink deeper.
My breaths were coming in quick pants against his skin. The pleased sounds he was making went straight to my clit. I bucked my hips against his hand.
“Ooh.” That one word came out pleadingly.
The hand he had on my head massaged my scalp. “You like that,” he said as his lips pressed against my forehead. His finger then began to pump in and out in a slow rhythm that was going to drive me crazy. “This slick cunt is so tight.”
The words were so soft that I almost didn’t hear them over the sound of his heart, so close to my ear.
I was close. The crest was rolling over me with each thrust of his finger. My nails bit into his skin as I held on to his hard bicep.
“Bane!” I cried out as my body shook and pleasure ripped through me.
“That’s it,” he whispered.
The darkness came, as the dream faded with his arm locked around me and his finger still buried deep inside me.
Bane pulled up to a fancy building with expensive stores that I’d never been into. I looked at a display window that had a chandelier and lots of pink fur, gold accents, bath bombs, bars of soap, bath salts, bottles of all kinds. I should have been more specific when I told him I needed to go buy some shampoo and soap.
I shifted my eyes to look over at him. “Uh, while I am sure this store has lovely bath items, what I need can be found at a pharmacy. Perhaps Walgreens or Rite Aid,” I explained.
He reached for the handle on his door and opened it. “Okay,” was his response as he stepped out, then closed the door.
I watched him as he walked around the front of his truck until he was at my door, opening it.
He had heard me. He’d said okay. Why were we getting out?
“Is there somewhere in here you need to go?” I asked, thinking maybe this was a stop he was making that had nothing to do with me.
He held out his hand for me. “Yep.”
Oh. Well, okay then.
I slid my hand into his, and he helped me out of the truck. I glanced back at the building. What would he need to get here? I knew there were other stores inside, but from the looks of this place, I didn’t think it was anywhere he would want to shop.
As I walked beside him, he went to the two double doors with gold teardrop-shaped handles that had a large crystal of some sort in the center of each. He opened one, then stepped back so I could enter. As I walked inside, the smell was phenomenal. I inhaled another breath deeply.
Bane’s hand rested on my back, and he nodded his head toward the entrance to the bath store. I went with him, trying to decide if he’d brought me here to buy something for another woman. The idea bothered me, but only because it was getting more difficult to remember dream Bane and real Bane weren’t the same.
When we stepped inside the store, a lady with a pink pencil skirt and matching jacket walked up to us. Although she was older than Bane, her appreciative smile wasn’t lost on me. The charming smile he gave her made me bristle. I had no right to be jealous, but I was.
“How can I help you?” she asked, barely giving me a glance.
“I need something that smells like strawberries,” he told her.
I snapped my gaze up to stare at him. Strawberries? My heart did a funny flutter, and then it began to race. Was this a coincidence? Dream Bane had said something about me smelling like strawberries, but never this Bane. His eyes met mine, but he said nothing.
“We don’t have a strawberries scent exactly, but we do have a strawberries and cream. There is also our newest line; it isn’t strawberries, but it’s divine. Marula oil, white truffle, vanilla bean—”
“The strawberries and cream,” Bane interrupted her sales pitch.
She looked deflated, but kept her smile. “Of course,” she replied, then led us over to the scent he had requested. With a wave of her hand, she beamed at him once again. “We have shampoo, conditioner, body wash, lotion, and soap in this scent.”