Chapter Seven

 

Emily stretched. Her dreams left her muscles loose and warm. Blushing, she remembered his face as she’d sucked his hard cock, as she rode him. Then, finally, when he flipped her over and ravished her.

Ravished. Such a cheesy word, but no other really described how Kayden looked in the throes of his passion. Snuggling back into the warm cocoon of her blankets, she could actually smell him, her memory of his embrace so fresh in her mind. Emily burrowed, moving toward the warmth and came up against a very hard, very solid, very real male chest.

Eyes opening in shock, she considered the flesh in her immediate range of vision with confusion. Yes, sheet. Yes, man body. Had she taken James home and not realized it? Some further extension of her overactive dream life?

Sitting straight up, she looked at the whole man, not sure whether to feel comforted that it was Kayden or head straight to the psycho ward.

He stayed lost in sleep—he obviously didn’t get enough rest, if she really paid attention to the dark circles under his eyes. Breathing evenly, he remained undisturbed while her world rocked on its axis.

So she decided to share her panic. She smacked his chest, hard and fast. His eyes popped open, shock replacing the peacefulness of sleep, until he saw her. Tenderness crept across his face like a cloud moving across the sun. “Emily,” he whispered. Closing his hand around her neck, Kayden pulled her down, fast, so he could capture her mouth in a devastating kiss.

For a moment, she forgot why she flipped out, and lost herself in this man and his heartbreakingly perfect love. Then he stopped kissing her.

What the—?” He tugged at the blanket, looking at it like it was some foreign creature that crawled into her bed with them.

Yeah, that’s why I smacked you.” She tried to sit up, but he pulled her back onto his chest. The immediate contact with so much of this man set her heartbeat racing. She still wanted him. So very badly. Emily sucked in a breath, but it smelled like him and further clouded her thoughts.

Where are we?” he demanded. “Were we taken away in the night?”

Kayden’s worried expression showed he was not in the same headspace. She wasn’t feeling terribly logical, so she rubbed her hot pussy against the obvious stiffy between them. His eyes went a little unfocused and he gasped, catching her ass in his huge and powerful hands to pull her tighter against him.

We’re at my house.” She whispered the words, delivering a trail of kisses to his oh-so-tempting chest.

How? Why?”

She shrugged. “We could get to that in a minute.”

Kissing his nipple, so lovely and solid and real, she met his gaze. His expression shifted between lust and worry. “In a minute?” he asked.

Yeah, but first let’s explore how real you are, dream man…”

 

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The sound of the water pulsing in what she called a shower—which looked like an indoor waterfall—tempted Kayden to join his love. But first he needed to figure out where he was. This world was nothing like his, very green and sort of drab. Rather than decorated for beauty, her world appeared most utilitarian. Almost like being trapped in a healer’s building, but worse.

Striding around, he couldn’t figure out how they wound up here, though he understood why Emily would want to escape this place and travel to his home. Nothing here seemed…Right. Everything was just a little off. A constant buzzing sound overrode everything, echoing loud in this house—from what she called the refrigerator, the heaters, and the lights. The buzzing hurt his ears, like low-level invisible magic.

Finally realizing no answers waited in his investigation of her home, Kayden strode into the bathroom. Dropping his kilt, he joined her under the water.

Emily squeaked, looked at him strangely, and covered her body with her hands. “What are you doing?”

Joining you.” Capturing the soap she held in one hand to cover the sweet heaven between her legs, he began to lather his chest.

I’m naked!”

He raised a brow. He’d noticed. He liked it.

It’s daylight.” Her frustration, as her hands proved inadequate cover from his gaze, amused him.

Yes, it is.”

I’m…well, you’re looking at me naked!”

Since he didn’t know how to assuage the panic on her face, Kayden decided to just tug her close to him, so she could feel his heat, his need for her. “Yes, I am.”

Her hands still fluttered a bit, even though her face and breasts flushed prettily. “But—?”

And he kissed her. Finally, Emily relaxed a bit, her arms gliding around his neck, slick from the water and soap. Pushing her into the wall of the indoor waterfall, he tugged her legs up around his hips. “But?” he asked.

I, uh,” she seemed frayed, as if she couldn’t get a good grasp on what she wanted to say.

Good.

He slid inside her, the pleasure of their union sucking his own breath away so he could only sigh. “You were saying?” he managed.

Harder.”

Her nails dug into his back and he was only too happy to comply.

****

They can see you,” she whispered to him.

Why wouldn’t they be able to see me?”

She rolled her eyes, annoyance flashing across her lovely face. “I don’t know…six foot something tanned sex god, all tatted up and wearing a kilt walking down the street…I mean, you’re from my dreams.” She seemed to think he would understand, that he was being intentionally obtuse.

I think I’ve told you more than once…I am not from your dreams. You just come to me when you’re dreaming.”

Uh, huh.” She touched the screen on the magic box she carried. Pushing things on it, she then put it to her ear. “Daphne, what are you doing?”

She paused, holding the box close to her head. “Yeah, I called off work. Anyway, meet me at the deli?” Another pause. “Now would be good. You’re never going to believe this.” She pushed another tap to the glowing thing and then shoved it into her pocket. “You hungry?” she asked him.

Starved.”

Good, let’s eat.”

She ordered food from the indoor vendor, and soon he munched on food like he’d never before tasted. It tasted like some kind of open meat pie, but with vegetables that were fresh rather than cooked. He washed it down with a bitter drink, some kind of coffee, but like no coffee he’d ever tried, and considered her.

If she’d managed to bring him with her, couldn’t she manage, too, staying in his world? He knew she controlled her journey but assumed some kind of curse or spell banished her from his world in daylight.

If she controlled it, he could wed her, bed her, laugh with her, have children…

And still save the kingdom.

And then he saw her. Rising up, he wished for his sword.

South sea bitch!” he cried, knowing even bare-handed, his magic could destroy her.

Fuck,” Daphne said. “You brought Kayden here?”