Twin Flames: Soul Memory (7 page)

“
You can call me Jairo, I don’t mind.”

The permission felt right, his legal name belonged there on
her lips. His nickname could remain with everyone else. Joy was
different and deserved to know firsthand how unique she was to
him.

“
All right…Jairo.” Her mouth quivered as she glanced down at
her hands and then back up to him. “If it makes you uncomfortable I
can call you ‘Jay.’”

“
No, my birth name belongs on your lips and no one
else’s.”

“
Do you know how beautiful you are to me?” Awe reflected on
her features and made his heart pound. She was the beautiful
one.

* * *
*

Darkness enshrouded him and Joy was gone.

No light filtered through his eyelids as silence encased him.
Jairo was alone.

What happened? Where’d she go?

Would they connect again?

* * *
*

Joy opened her eyes and continued breathing in and out slowly
as the plane made its descent into the Denver airport. She hated
flying.

She had called to him when the panic started. Not
understanding why, it wasn’t as if he could help her. Whatever was
between them kept her mind focused and off where she actually was,
and she had said his name.

“
Jairo…”

It did not help her memories, although trusting her instincts
seem to have paid off.

This time, anyway. Joy would just have to keep relying on that
part of her she hadn’t ever consciously touched.

Why had she tried to make herself into someone she
wasn’t?

Music played softly in the background. Joy wouldn’t have
chosen the beautifully romantic tones. Her lips tilted up as she
caught her reflection in the mirrored wall. She lifted her hands to
her face and then ran them down the front of her body.

What covered her wasn’t anything she owned. Since returning
home, she’d found all the clothing in her dresser and closet was
comfortable and practical, not sensual and sexy.

She tilted her head, and her hair fell loose over her
shoulder, something unfamiliar. The tresses were either braided or
in a sloppy ponytail recently.

Her attention traveled back to her clothing. The passionate
red transparent-lace negligee with spaghetti thin straps had a
form-fitted bodice that cupped her breasts. It flared at her hips
to a skirt in triangle layers, like multiple scarves draped by
their corners.

Joy turned and noted her bare back except for her tattoos.
Facing front she moved one of the pieces to reveal red stockings
held by a matching garter. A pair of stilettos in the same shade
encased her feet.

What in the hell is going on? A fantasy?

She remembered laying her head on the pillow and closing her
eyes. The music had been Def Leppard, not the slow seduction stuff
filtering from non-existent speakers. She’d worn a tank top with
panties, not…this.

Joy was dressed for sex, not sleeping.

Without hesitation, she touched her ass and found a lacey
thong. Eyes wide she glanced around, she didn’t recognize her
surroundings. That seemed a common occurrence recently.

A massive bed stood in the center of the room.

This must be a dream, but whose? My imagination doesn’t move
along these lines.

Then she giggled and covered her mouth as she walked teasingly
slow to the red satin covered piece of furniture. She bent and ran
the tips of her fingers across the smooth surface and sighed. If
this was a dream, playing it up won’t hurt, fantasizing with no
fear of rejection.

Joy sat sideways and crossed her legs. She gazed out into
nothing but blackness, drawn to the burning tapered candles
scattered throughout illuminating the bed in a gauzy,
hallucination-induced mist.

At the faint rustle of movement she turned. Her dream lover
stalked toward her.

She stood as he approached. In all the times she’d visited,
this was a new scene playing out. Was it his? Why couldn’t she
remember?

The man stopped a couple feet from her, his dark silvery eyes
ablaze. She swallowed. This was just a vision, a dream. Like the
others. She could be herself completely with him without the fear
of reprisal. He wouldn’t think badly of her or expect anything she
couldn’t give.

Joy took that first step, she always did. This was her choice.
Raising her hand to his lips, she caressed them and then ran her
fingertips down to his defined pectoral muscles. For being a part
of her imagination, she drew him perfectly.

She leaned toward him, trailing her fingers to the waistband
of his un-buttoned jeans. She gripped the material and tugged him
closer. Not understanding why she saw him this way.

The soft worn denim stretched taunt across his thighs and
cupped his firm ass. His feet were bare like his chest. He had the
appearance of stepping from the shower with his damp, shaggy-cut
black hair.

Had he been bathing or swimming?

She’d created him and should know what he’d been doing. Yet,
she wondered which.

Inhaling his fresh scent deeply, her nipples brushed his ribs
and her pulse raced at the contact. Her stomach muscles convulsed
at his nearness and her pussy clenched in anticipation.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Normally she didn’t have this problem when she encountered him
in dreamscape. What made this time so different?

She shoved those concerns out of her mind. This was the man
she searched for and couldn’t find; her moments with him limited.
She was in love with a fashioned character.

Here Joy could have him and be fulfilled. Be whole.

She reached his mouth without a struggle with the added height
of the heels. She wasn’t tall and he towered over her by almost a
foot.

Maybe that’s why they are on my feet?

Part of her wanted to draw this out while the other desired to
take and revel in the ecstasy found when their bodies united. She
knew she drove him crazy with desire, teasing him. Once he had
enough, she’d find him right where she needed him. Between her
thighs thrusting hard, claiming her in the way only he
could.

He’d let her hold the reins, he always did. Those moments Joy
didn’t want to start things. They were the times she wished for him
to take her and give back what she required to live. He knew her
desires.

She took his mouth with hers and thrust her tongue in to spar
with his.

The first contact made her head spin, the lightheadedness
always the same. It stole her breath every time and her heart
slammed against her ribs. Joy gripped his forearms to keep from
melting to the floor as wet heat pooled between her
thighs.

It always happened when he touched her. After their mouths
linked, when her response flooded her insides, she had to steady
herself. His hands would grip her hips, not to bring her closer or
push her away, more to keep her from falling over.

Deepening the kiss, his fingers dug into her flesh. Joy
pressed toward him. Heat seeped into her body and she bit back a
moan of pleasure. Her breasts flattened against the wall of firm
muscle. She wanted to get closer…needed to be closer.

She looped an arm around his neck and pulled him to her. The
touch of him fueled the explosive passion right under the
surface.

Her mind and body knew he held himself on a leash. She didn’t
comprehend where the insight came from but welcomed it. He wouldn’t
harm or try to control her.

As if he’d recognize her submission, until then he let her
dominate the situation. Part of her was glad for the
acknowledgement and respect.

Joy broke the kiss and trailed the tip of her tongue from the
corner of his mouth to his throat and collarbone. She nipped
gently, he jerked and her breath caught. Losing her focus, she
tangled her fingers in his hair and tugged his head back. She
licked her way from his chest to the side of his neck until she
reached his ear.

“
Love me,” she whispered and scraped his flesh with her teeth.
“Please.”

She reveled in the shared jolt of pleasure. Joy loved his
reaction to her words and warm breath against his skin. It gave her
a small thrill to know she caused this gorgeous male to quake by
doing something as tiny as breathing on him.

Her pulse beat wildly throughout her body, alive and aware of
everything around her. He did that to her, no other had her sitting
on the precipice.

The blood thrummed in her veins. Each breath she took seemed
to last forever when only seconds had passed.

His fingers flexed but were not bruising.

With practiced ease, Joy moved her lips back to his. A hunger
beat at her only he could sate. Her tongue met his in a wild dance,
stealing the air she gasped. She couldn’t think.

Releasing his hair, she gripped his shoulders, her knees
buckled and head spun.

Why does the second kiss always knock me for a loop, too?
Da-
amn
!
What is it about this guy that makes me putty in his hands? I mean,
really?

She pressed closer and wrapped her arms around his neck as she
fed from his mouth. She had to have more.

“
I need you.” Joy pulled back to speak. She dreaded breaking
contact with him but the need to have him on top thundered loud and
clear. She was tired of holding the leash. She desired her dominant
alpha male. “Please?”

Even as she murmured the words, she feared he’d vanish. He had
many times before and she woke with an ache she couldn’t satisfy.
She needed him. Wanted him to please her the only way he could. She
didn’t wish to take her pleasure or use him to get off.

This time she desired what he needed.

Carefully Joy nipped his chin and his lips, wanting him to
tire of little tastes. A small part of her said it wouldn’t work,
but she knew better. Eventually he’d push her onto her back and
press her legs wide…when that happened she would happily
die.

She dropped kisses on his mouth as she raked her nails down
his back. He emitted a low growl and desire zinged through her at
the speed of light. He neared his breaking point. Her pulse sped
thrilling her even more.

Joy didn’t want to be the leader, not this time. She desired
for him to lead her. To press her down and lay over her, she needed
him to crush her with his weight, be desperate to touch
her.

The tips of his fingers bit into her hips as his chest pushed
against her.

She stepped back.

He countered.

The dance continued until the backs of her calves hit the edge
of the bed. She plopped down and he followed. The intensity of the
kiss altered, she was no longer the instigator. Joy sighed, this is
what she coveted.

Her head tilted back from the pressure of his mouth. Her
fingers dug into his shoulders as she tipped back, he was there,
holding her. He hadn’t released her or moved his hands and her body
burned.

Oh gods…

His chest pressed into hers as the mattress bowed under…his
knee? Denim scraped her inner thigh and she bent her leg. No other
part of him touched her. But he was all around, everywhere, inside
her. Her breath caught in her throat.

Joy gripped his upper arms and then drove her hands into his
hair. She loved the silkiness of it against her skin. The sensation
of being devoured consumed her and she wanted more.

He moved back and she nipped his lip, he groaned. The giggle
broke free before she caught it and watched his eyes darken. One
hand caressed tantalizingly slow from her hip to thigh, his gaze
held hers. She couldn’t turn away if she tried, so captivated by
the intense heat in them.

She squirmed as his fingers stroked along the hem of the
thong, tickling her. Joy bit her lip to keep from moaning at the
sizzling contact with his skin against her sensitive flesh. They
brushed under the lace and a jolt of hot desire shot through her
body as he spread her nether lips.

Her eyes rolled back and closed as sensual pleasure flooded
her system.

“
Look at me,” he growled from above and she obeyed. “Feel
me.”

“
I can feel you.” She sighed. He was the tormentor now.
“Please.”

“
What? What do you want, baby?” His mouth brushed against hers
and pulled back, their corners tilted. His fingers worked magic on
the sensitive nub between her thighs. The tension continued to
build. She disliked sexual completion this way. She wanted him
inside her when she fell into the arms of ecstasy. “Tell me what
you want.”

His gaze intense on hers, as if he relished the way he
affected her. Her tongue wetted her dry lips. Swollen from their
heated kisses, no discomfort, instead she needed more.

“
I want you.” She gasped as spasms caught her by surprise when
a single digit entered her sheath. She set her teeth to refrain
from screaming at his slowness. Joy jerked as he withdrew his
finger and reentered adding another. “Inside me,
please.”