“Nutter Butters. Want some?”
He dropped to his knees by her side. “What are they?”
She ran her hand through the red box and scooped out a handful to show him the tan-colored circles. “Peanut butter cookies. They’re really good, and the best part of all – in dreams, they have no calories.”
He laughed at that. “Would you feed me one?”
More nervous than she could fathom, she held a cookie up for him. He licked her finger as he took the cookie into his mouth. “It’s delicious. Your finger, I mean.”
She smiled at him and kissed his cheek.
He looked so stunned that it was almost laughable.
“Hey,” she said, putting the box aside and grabbing up the papers she’d brought with her. “You’ll be proud of me.”
He arched a brow.
“I wrote today. For the first time since college.”
“Really?”
She nodded. “I actually finished ten pages. Want to see?”
“Of course I do.” He took the pages from her hands and sat down in front of her to read them.
Erin watched his gaze sweeping over the page. She ached to reach out and run her hands over his glorious body. He was as toned as an athlete. Better still, his taste was more addictive than chocolate.
When he finished, he glanced up at her and the proud, encouraging look on his face stole her breath. He was so devastatingly handsome, so warm, that it made her weak.
“Vampires?” he asked.
She grinned. “I know it’s a weird topic, but I just sort of channeled them. What I like is that they’re so different from other vampire stories.”
“They remind me of some people I know.”
Erin gaped in disbelief. “Get out! You know vampires?”
“I know lots of them.”
“Are you teasing me?” she asked suspiciously, still not sure if he was serious or not. “There really is such a thing?”
He didn’t answer. Instead he flipped back through the pages. “You’re very talented, Erin. You shouldn’t let this go to waste.”
Hearing it from him, she could almost believe it. “You think so?”
“Yes, I do.”
He set the pages aside and stared at her.
Erin’s blouse began unlacing itself. She shivered at the dark, hungry look on V’Aidan’s face as he watched it. Slowly, bit by bit, the laces came out of the holes. Her nipples hardened in expectation. Then, the opening widened, baring a single breast.
“Hey!” she teased.
He smiled unrepentantly. “My favorite part of dreams. Clothing is optional.”
Erin hissed as he cupped her breast in his hand; then she gave him a whammy of her own.
He looked down at his new clothes with a frown. “What is this?”
She bit her lip at his costume. “You look good as a pirate.”
He laughed. “Ahoy, matey,” he said, laying her back against the grass. “Me cap’n’s ship needs a port.”
She moaned as he kissed her. “Me cap’n’s port needs a ship.”
They made love for an eternity. Erin had V’Aidan every way a woman could have a man. She took him under her, over her, and from behind her.
She spent hours running her hands and mouth over all that glorious tawny skin until she knew his body even better than she knew her own. In the end they soared into the sky, where they made love while the stars twinkled all around them.
Erin lay quietly in his arms, just listening to his heart beating under her cheek.
“V’Aidan?” she asked, sitting up to watch him. “Where do you go when you’re not in my dreams? Do you visit other women?”
His hot look scorched her. “No. I don’t want any other woman.”
“Really?”
“I swear it.”
She picked his hand up and kissed his palm. “Then what do you do?”
His eyes glowed. “I think up ways to make love to you.”
She laughed out loud at the thought. “You know what I want to do?”
“After the night we’ve had, I honestly can’t imagine.”
“I want to show you a carnival. Have you ever been to one?”
“No.”
Closing her eyes, Erin wished them to a state fair.
V’Aidan was aghast at her world. The bright lights and music…
Used to only visiting people in their nightmares, he’d never heard music before. The sound was wonderful and warm.
There were only a handful of people around and he let her take his hand and feed him cotton candy, candy apples, funnel cake, and corn dogs.
In between the food, they rode all kinds of rides that made his head spin. But not nearly as much as the woman herself did.
“Hey!” she said as they approached another booth. “Let’s get our picture made. I’ve always wanted to have an old-timey photo done. What do you say?”“Whatever makes you happy.”
V’Aidan allowed her to dress him up in an Old West outfit while she dressed as a saloon girl, but his favorite part was when she sat in his lap where he could hold her. Better still, the dress she wore fell over them so that her bare thighs rested against his loins. It amazed him how fast his body leaped to life.
How could he want to make love to her when he’d already spent hours lost in her body? Yet there was no denying the fire he felt. The urge he had to free himself from his pants and press her hot, wet body down on him.
“You okay?” she asked, looking at him over her shoulder.
He nodded, even though his groin burned like an inferno.
In the first picture, they were cheek to cheek. The second was with her cradled in his arms, and for the last one she leaned over and kissed his cheek at the very last minute.
Erin took the pictures from the photographer and frowned. “Oh, good Lord,” she breathed. “I look like the boobie prize.”
“Excuse me?”
Her eyes sad, she handed him the pictures. “You’re so incredibly handsome and I’m just a plump, round, average-looking nothing.”
V’Aidan felt as though she’d slapped him. “Erin,” he said, his voice thick. “You are not nothing. You are the most beautiful person I have ever known.”
She smiled weakly. “You’re sweet.”
V’Aidan stopped her and turned her to face him. “No, I’m not. Do you want to know what I see when I look at you?”
Erin swallowed, her gaze searching his face. “Sure.”
V’Aidan handed her the pictures again.
Looking at them, Erin gasped at what she saw. Her mouse-brown hair glowed with golden highlights. Her face had a perfect peachy complexion and her dark brown eyes were bright and shiny. She looked breathtaking.
And it was so not her.
“This is what you see?” she asked V’Aidan.
He nodded, his face grim. “That is what you are to me.”
Erin reached to hug him, but before she could, a weird buzzing sounded.
V’Aidan vanished instantly.
“No!” she groaned as she woke up to the sound of someone ringing her doorbell.
Disappointed to the point of violence, she got up and answered the door.
She blinked in disbelief. Chrissy stood on the other side.
“Hey,” Chrissy said brightly. “Sorry to disturb you, but John wanted me to drop off more data for the report.”
Trying really hard not to be snappish, Erin opened the door and took the disks from Chrissy’s hand. “Thanks. Sorry you had to come all the way out here.”
“No prob.” Chrissy frowned at her. “Were you asleep again?”
Erin blushed. “Yes, I was.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Positive.”
“Nightmares?”
“Completely gone.”
“Oh,” Chrissy said, her voice strangely flat. “Glad to hear it. So then, normal dreams?”
Erin frowned at how choppy and odd their conversation was. “Wonderful dreams, anyway.”
Chrissy nodded. “Ah, well, that’s good. I’ll see you later, okay?”
“Thanks again,” Erin said as she closed the door.
She leaned her head against the door and cursed. Who or what did she have to kill to have an uninterrupted day with V’Aidan?
Over the next few days, Erin began to fear even more for her sanity. Not because of her nightmares anymore but because she no longer wanted to be awake.
Every night V’Aidan would come to her. She took him dancing and showed him all kinds of places and things he’d never seen before.
Worse, she learned that he had some degree of control over when she fell asleep. He’d told her he could borrow mist from his Uncle Wink and, much like the Sandman, Wink’s mist could induce sleep.
On Friday afternoon when she felt a severe wave of tiredness come over her, she knew what V’Aidan had done.
He was becoming more and more impatient with waiting for her to fall asleep, and in the back of her mind she wondered if one day he would pull her into his realm and not let her go.
When she opened her eyes, she found him lying beside her, his eyes burning her with their intensity.
“Are you angry with me?” he asked, tracing her cheek with his hand.
“I should be. I really wanted to watch that movie.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, but his face told her he didn’t have a smidgen of remorse.
“No, you’re not.”
He smiled down at her. “No, I’m not, but I don’t want you to be angry with me for it.”
She laughed at him. “You’re evil.”
His playfulness died instantly. “Why do you say that?”
She frowned at the hurt look she didn’t understand. “I was joking, V’Aidan.”
His jaw ticced angrily under her hand. “I never want you to think I’m truly evil.”
“How could I?”
V’Aidan dipped his lips to hers, tasting her, wanting to devour her. He needed her and the more he was with her, the worse it became. He’d never known anything sweeter than those lips. Nothing more precious than her small, heart-shaped face.