Don't Close Your Eyes (13 page)

I felt my heart clench as I studied her sleeping form, and I knew that this slower music was to blame for my sudden change.  I checked the iPod to see what it was.  Hannah Trigwell?  I listened curiously.  The display said “Hallelujah.”  It was very tranquil.  I’ll be damned if I wasn’t feeling the conviction of those sweet words as I studied her some more.  The song was on repeat, so I had no choice but to feel it.  The light from her night-light in her bathroom cast over her pretty face, and her hair was fanned out on the pillow she rested on.  So serene.  So soft.  Pure.  Innocent.  Undeserving of my bullshit and black.  I picked up a piece of her silken red hair, instantly feeling a rush at finally touching a part of her.  Once I’d calmed it, I decided I would test the waters and touch her cheek.  She didn't even flinch.  I trailed my hand down her neck, allowing my touch to become firmer, still testing as I went, my body wired with currents of sensation and anxiety.  She bent to allow me better access!  I tilted my head back on a silent groan before I looked back at her.  Oh, shit, how can I not kiss her?!  I needed to kiss her!  Fuck it!

I bent my face to her neck, inhaling the hell out of her blissful perfume, and I brushed my lips over it as desire flooded my entire body.  I was
touching
her!!  Finally!!  Not only touching her,
kissing
her sweet skin!  Searing heat pulsated through my veins, igniting my being, consuming me as she moaned softly, and her hand ran into my hair to press me against her further.  My cock twitched, the pulse pounding now.   Motherfucker, I was damned to hell!  I knew it.  There was no going back.  I worked my way up to her lips, running my tongue along her skin, relishing in her taste as I went, a moan of my own weakness for her escaping my parted lips.  I risked a look at her and startled like mad when her eyes were
open
!  I could hear my rapid pulse firing in my ears like a bass drum pounding over and over.  She was looking at me!!  I froze.  What do I do?  She didn't look afraid! 
Why didn't she seem afraid
?!

She pulled me down to her mouth, and she ran both of her hands into my hair.  I melted into her touch, her parted lips, her hot tongue.  My entire body relaxed, but my pulse stayed through the roof, still pounding in my ears, all the way through to the head of my dick from what her touch did to me.  I groaned as the stuff of dreams was playing out so undeservingly for me in this blissful moment.  Hallelujah was right!  Kinsley James was fervently kissing me!  She was so good at it!  She was hungry for me, and my mouth sought greater purchase against hers the hungrier she seemed!  Her mouth tasted of cinnamon mint, her body smelled of jasmine, her throat the intoxicating perfume I had yet to name, and I climbed on top of her as she begged me for more with her body through her blanket.  I pulled away from her, and she gave a stunning protest.  Wow!  I mean
wow
!  Was this really happening?!  I pinched the hell out of my arm and felt it fully.  Not a dream.  This was happening, and she looked right up at me expectantly.  There they were, the big, beseeching eyes from the elevator.  The ones that had me ready to be at her beck and call if she would only tell me what she wanted, it was hers.

"Should I be afraid of you?" she whispered, searching me in the dark.  Fuck me! 
Considering I came to kill you before I left, yes, you should be completely trying to flee for your life!

Instead I shook my head, completely speechless, in awe of her just as I had been in the elevator when her presence overtook my fucking heart.  She was dreaming.  I knew it.  Or at least she thought she was.  A sleepwalker most likely.  My elder brother was the same way, and my little brother and I used to have a hell of a time screwing with him while he was seemingly awake, though we knew he was dead asleep.  He would wake up with no recollection of anything, thinking he'd slept like a rock all night.  Was this luck?  I mean, really, how lucky could one bloke be to touch a woman like her, then leave without her remembering a thing?  Would she remember, or would she be like Lachlan?  Would she just remember me as a dream?  Oh, right now who the hell cared?  I was in my girl's bed, in her embrace, kissing, touching everything I'd dreamt of for almost two whole bloody years! 

I knew she couldn't make out my defining features right now, so I felt safe enough to remove the covers from her body.  I groaned as she was topless.  Sleeping in her maroon panties and nothing else.  Oh, her breasts alone were like a dream!   My elusive elevator girl,
my girl,
was lying in a bed, wearing nothing but sexy panties, panting with desire for me to please her body.  I was going to blow my wad in my pants if I touched her, I just knew it.  Fuck it, I could clean up later.  I
wanted
her! 

"What's your name?" she asked me.  I shook my head.  She popped a pouty lip in the sexiest way, and I knew then that she was playing in her dream.  She wasn't so sweet.  Definitely not the pure innocent at all.  She was bad, and she wanted me to be bad with her.

"Henley," I told her nervously, hoping like hell she wouldn't remember me by morning.

"Henley," she said my middle name softly, curiously, the best sound apart from my first coming from the best source.  "What are you going to do to me?"  I clenched my jaw for a moment.  She smiled softly as her big eyes skittered over the features of my face, or what she could see of it in the dim light.

"What would you
like
me to do to you, Love?" I asked as I cocked my head to the side, studying her as I brushed the back of my fingers over one of her nipples.  She arched her back immediately, and I inhaled sharply, feeling as though a high were taking over.  She was so
responsive
. 

"More.  I want you to do more!" she pleaded and arched into my hand. 
Oh, believe me, Love, I want to do more!
  I squeezed softly before I trailed my hand down her toned stomach, heading for her panties.  She nodded her head emphatically and smiled when I dipped my hand inside. 
"Yesss
!" she hissed as I ran my fingers between her delicious lips, so wet, so ready, so fucking tempting.  I searched the area curiously with my fingers for a moment; what type of carpet are we working with down here exactly?  I smiled to myself.  A French wax, eh?  Nice.  I dipped two fingers inside of her and pulled my phone while she was busy moaning.  Her body arched, her head tilted back, and her heels dug into the mattress with her frenzied cries that I now knew I would never get enough of!  I took a picture of her, then put it on video to jerk off to at a more opportune time.  Maybe this would help me ease the ache? 

She sat up suddenly, and I dropped my phone as she grasped my shirt and pulled my body against hers in a shocking display of raw strength and desire.  She wanted me to shag her!  She commanded me to!  Not in those words, of course, but bloody madness! 
No!  I can't!  I can't do this to you!
 
Oh, Lord, help me!

I tried to pull away because this was so bloody wrong on so many levels.  I may be an awful man, but this was a level of awful I wasn’t.  Her fingernails dug into my arms in protest, and she pulled me back with a sweet plea and an apology for her attitude like the sweet angel she had seemed in the lift.  Rather than fight, I gave in pathetically, and instead settled between her legs and worked my dick against my hand through my pants as I fingered her.  She seemed satisfied with the simulation.  She moaned my name and inhaled deeply.  "You smell so damn good, Henley!"

My bloody name!  Mine!  I felt it to my core as a possessiveness like I’d never known took over.  "You are
mine
, Kinsley James, do you understand me?" I asked her gruffly as I ground more forcefully against her.  She loved it!  So did I!  "I will
allow
you to be with another for the time being, but when I take you, it will be for my own and no one else's.  Got that?"  She moaned happily, her climax hitting her, so I pulled it away.  She gasped a pained protest of my name.  "I want an answer, Kinsley.  Tell me, who do you belong to?"

"You, Henley.  Yours," she said helplessly as I allowed her climax within her reach again.  She shouted in elated release, but I marveled at what a hell of a release it was!  Her body shuddered, I could feel it, see it.  Comparable to a virgin, which she wasn’t; that much I could feel within her.  When I closed my mouth over one of her nipples, sucking hard, lapping fervently at it while forcefully working my dick against my hand that pressed harder and harder into her in my own urgency, she screamed, actually
screamed
.  Damn!  Was this normal for her?  Her sexy voice in all its throaty appeal couldn’t reach that high of an octave, so it cracked, beautifully hoarse in its depth, to leave wisps of sound hanging in the air we were enveloped in.  The smell of sex and our ragged breaths joined for the most intoxicating dizziness she had me consumed in.  I felt as though she’d pulled me along with her inside of the dream she was having, everything completely out of focus other than the two of us and the pleasure we experienced there.

I loved that she was so sensitive, and I moaned through gritted teeth while she climaxed once more, that quickly, that easily, while I rested my head against her lush breasts. 
"Yessssss
!!!!” she shouted, and I listened to the sound through her chest, my lips brushing the pretty curve of her right breast from where I laid.  “
Ohhhh
..." she trailed in depletion before I kissed her lips loosely in my own pathetic satiation.  I just fucking came in my pants like a kid.  Never in my bloody life had that happened before.  I would take this shit to the grave.  Klive King was a master, not this.  She had taken my damn manhood!  Reduced me!  Cut my legs out from under me, and I'll be damned if I didn't want her all over again.  In spite of it.

I pulled off of her, retrieving my phone before kissing her loose, relaxed lips, relishing in the mumbled, “Goodnight, Henley.”  Yes, it has been a very good night, Love.  That erotic high came over me once more as I tasted the fingers I had just had inside her.  Oh, yes, she tasted very good to me.  Very clean, and I was already hard all over again at the strong desire to taste her directly.  Rather than give into anymore vile temptations, I gazed down on her soundly sleeping form.  While I’d never been into any of the shit I was responsible for dealing,
she
was addicting as hell.  No doubt about it.  I would be coming back for more of this beautiful addiction I had acquired.  Whether I would kill her for the weakness she stirred within me, only time would tell.  I brushed the hair away from her profile and sighed.

"Sweet dreams, Sweet Kinsley..."

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To continue on with the Don’t Close Your Eyes Series be sure to check out the next installment entitled “Sweet Dreams.” 

Coming Soon to the Don’t Close Your Eyes Series

Dangerous Games (Volume 3)

Hostile Takeover (Volume 4)

Copyright © 2014 by Lynessa James

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**For the reader who wants to listen along with Kinsley and become completely immersed in her world.  Check the back of the next book for its playlist as well.**

The Don’t Close Your Eyes Book 1 Playlist:

“What Is Love” by Haddaway

“It’s Your Love” by Faith Hill and Tim McGraw

“Six Gun Quota” & “Never Leave” by Seether

“Bad Company” by Bad Company as covered by Five Finger Death Punch

“Are You Gonna Be My Girl” by Jet

“Next To You” by Buckcherry

“You Really Got Me” (w Eruption) by Van Halen

“Just The Way You Are” by Bruno Mars as covered by Boyce Avenue

“Slow An’ Easy” by White Snake

“Patience” by Guns N Roses

“Hallelujah” by Leonard Cohen and Jeff Buckley as covered by Hannah Trigwell

Note:  I am not the copyright holder for any of these songs, and the reader assumes full responsibility for legally obtaining their music.

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2 One person’s faith allows them to eat anything, but another, whose faith is weak, eats only vegetables. 3 The one who eats everything must not treat with contempt the one who does not, and the one who does not eat everything must not judge the one who does, for God has accepted them. 4 Who are you to judge someone else’s servant? To their own master, servants stand or fall. And they will stand, for the Lord is able to make them stand.

Romans 14:2-4

To anyone who has been kind enough to take the time out to read my work, however controversial, disturbing, or offensive it can be at times, I thank you and truly hope that you find you fall in love with the characters every bit as much as I have in all of their raw depth and many flaws.  I urge that if at any time you feel this may be harmful to your spirit, that you please refrain as it is never my intention to cause another to stumble, rather I have simply written an indulgence that is something my spirit does not feel convicted for as I am not my characters, nor do I condone their activities.  This is a work of fiction and should be treated as such.  Thank you.