Roped In. Crystal Green

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      “Don’t make a sound,” the outlaw whispered, reaching under her dress. “Not a word…”

      IN THE HAZE OF A DREAM—the aftermath of the fantasy she’d had before drifting off to sleep, one that seemed incredibly real—Nicki felt the outlaw’s hands on her rear end, cupping her.

      Don’t make a sound. And she didn’t as her face rubbed against the bedcovers, her hands pressed against the mattress. Her breasts were flattened beneath her, making them feel swollen, raw against the quilting.

      In that foggy dream, she felt the bed dip as the bandit climbed onto it, heard the box springs creak. His legs brushed the outside of hers as he straddled her.

      “You’re probably wondering why I’m here,” he said in a deep Western drawl, a whisper above the stillness of the night.

      She moaned in answer.

      He slipped his hands—big, work-roughened hands—from her butt to her hips, then…

      Oh, then underneath, to her belly.

      Her muscles there jumped, and the tiny flinches made her gasp. Desire nipped at her skin, and she felt plumped, aching, slippery. Ready already.

      He spoke again, rough and ready, too. “You knew this is the only place I can hide out. You waited for me.”

      A hunted man, she thought. A fugitive from the law.

      Dangerous.

      And he sounded just like Shane.

      That revved her up even more in her dream-state, and she lifted her hips, knowing he was tender and gentle underneath his dangerous exterior. Her fantasy man took that as a sign to go on, coaxing his hands into her undies.

      She muffled her moan.

      He laughed, low and lethal, easing a finger between her slick folds, urging her legs apart. Down, up, circling her clit, taking up where they’d left off before. Her hips moved with his strokes, especially when he used his other hand to pull her back to him, nestling her rear end against him.

      Her fantasy man was hard. She could feel the ridge of him even through his pants and the cotton of her undies.

      Panting, she felt her breath, moist and hot, against the covers. She was still in a fever dream, a million miles away from the Nicki she’d always known.

      Grinding back against him, she made him moan, too, his hands grasping her hips as he encouraged her to go on, harder. Slower.

      The feel of him…Even in a dream, the primal need hit her hard. Damn it, she wanted him inside her without anything between them.

      He coasted his finger up and into her, just like earlier, when she’d touched herself and exploded by just thinking about him. But this time it was better, more intense.

      He swept his finger around while using his palm to press against her clit. She couldn’t do anything but make little helpless sounds, couldn’t even find her voice so she could tell him that this wasn’t enough. She wanted it all.

      She rocked against him, every cell in her body palpitating, stomping in an all-consuming rhythm that beat on her damp skin, in her ears, in her temples. There was a pressure in her that she’d never felt before—a rising joy that she rode up and up.

      “There,” he said on a near growl. He churned his erection against her, echoing the sinuous movement with his hand on her sex…in her sex. “You like it bad, don’t you?”

      Yes, she did.

      She was getting so high that she didn’t think she could go any further, her body tight, ready to fly open. And, when he snuck his other hand to her clit again, working it until she couldn’t stand another second, she broke.

      Bursting apart, pieces of her all around, in the air, tumbling, trying to find a place to fit together again during this freefall.

      Showering like rain.

      A storm.

      A banging, breath-stealing push of shudders as she fell back to the bed, crying out against the mattress as he covered her mouth with his hand.

      As Nicki sucked in breath upon breath against his skin, she opened her eyes part way, still in the dream.

      But…

      She blinked.

      Calluses on his hand. The taste of skin—musky, male.

      The hint of her juices on him, too.

      The voice of the outlaw again. “You don’t know what kind of danger you’ve put yourself in, waiting here for me.”

      The voice…this voice.

      Shane’s.

      She blinked. Held her breath as reality rushed her.

      Real. This was actually happening.

      Her heart blipped like a series of beeps counting down to a gasp that wouldn’t come. It was so dark that she couldn’t see much else but the cut of moonlight slashing across the foot of her bed.

      His whispers seemed to weave themselves into the surreal, carnal shadows.

      “Not a word,” he said, tracing her mouth with a finger, clearly intending to continue what he’d started.

      Lust fireworked through her. Had he wanted her so much at the party that he’d come here, just like the bad boy he’d always been?

      Had that look he’d first given her from across the room said everything?

      Heart exploding, she turned around to him, and even in the near darkness, she found him with a bandanna over the lower half of his face. With her free hand, she tugged it down. Her pulse kicked in her ears, her blood going through her so fast that it felt like lightning.

      “Shane?” she whispered, although she couldn’t see much of his face.

      He froze for some reason.

      She didn’t move, either. She wasn’t sure why—maybe because this had started out as a dream. She’d been half-asleep, but at some point, she’d been awake.

      So, so awake.

      Dreaming had only been an excuse for her to throw herself into her biggest desire, and it was just now enveloping her with that reality.

      Even so, her pulse chugged along, propelled by the possibility that he had wanted this as much as she had.

      But when he spoke, he blasted her world apart.

      “Who else would it be but me?” he asked.

      For a second, she followed the echo of his question, the reverberations chipping away at her.

      Nicki grabbed her blankets to cover herself and snapped on a bedside light.

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