Found: A Sage Hollins Novel

CHAPTER THREE

"You are so beautiful...don't leave me..." his cool voice wrapped itself around my body. I shivered with anticipation. 

"I could never...I will never..." I wrapped my arms around his neck and succumbed to his hands as they embraced my face pulling me to him. With his fingers wrapped in my hair and his other hand roaming down my back to press my body against his firm figure, he smashed his lips against mine, swallowing me, my soul. 

Sparks flew around me like fireworks, like real life fireworks...my mind blossomed with the beautiful thoughts of our future. His mouth moved with mine in perfect synchrony and I knew this was where I was meant to be. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I felt the heat seep into my core, trickling down to my toes. When he slid his hand back up from my hips, I felt him venture under the fabric of my shirt, his fingers ever so delicately following the seam of my jeans, tugging gently on the elastic of the panties underneath. I found myself silently begging, wishing he would close the distance. Instead he continued to taunt me, skimming his teeth against my lips as he snuck his hand back up my torso, sliding his fingers beneath the wire of my bra to get a hold on my breast. 

My breath caught as his thumb caressed my n****e, pulling it into a hard nub. My beloved took this opportunity to nibble his way down my chin to my neck, kissing every inch of skin. I erupted in goosebumps as I felt his tongue move along the curve of my neck. Never realizing he had made the move to pull my shirt up over my head, and in one swift tug had the black lace bra thrown across the room. Leaving my chest open and available for him to move his mouth ever downward, one hand skimming my side, the other cupping a breast. Before I had time to prepare the other breast was in his mouth, his tongue flicking my n****e with intensity. I could feel the passion in the room reaching temperatures I wasn't sure I could survive. 

As soon as a deep, primitive moan escaped my lips, he took it as his sign. His frosty blue eyes hardened as he looked  up at me. I gave him a short, breathless nod and he stood, picking me up off the ground as he did. He began kissing me again, not slowly, not romantically...fiercely. He carried me to his bed, throwing me down onto the mattress. There was no gentleness in sight, and I didn't want it. He grabbed the waist of my jeans and tore them downward. I was completely naked now, my panties a scrap of lace on the floor. I had never felt so ready for anything in my life. I needed him. 

"Please..." I whispered, begging him. 

His eyes had gone mischievous, and he gave me a grin that could've ended me. 

"Oh no, baby, not yet." before I could plead with him, he was straddled over my body, leaving a trail of kisses down my neck, breasts and torso. He nibbled on the skin of my inner thighs, teasing me to insanity. Until I felt the heat of his tongue sliding down my flower, an area never known to another person. He stroked me until I saw stars, waiting until I was writhing beneath him before slowly, gently allowing his fingers to enter me. 

I felt him move them inside of me, caressing me, tasting me. The heat rose, and I was making sounds I had never heard before. I was in a different world, unrecognizable to the girl who hid in the library. 

"Please...please...please..." my hips began to jerk upwards, following the rhythm of his fingers. I was close. 

"Hold tight, my love...not yet...I need to feel it when it happens..." he was over me now, and I could see he was naked now too. When had he done that? I hadn't even noticed...he was so beautiful...

"I love you, Reid..." I heard my voice as I said it, just as he was entering me, joining me.   

I shot up out of my bed. What the hell was THAT?! I was soaked in sweat and my breath was coming quickly. I had never had that type of dream...not in eighteen years. But it was more than a dream, it felt real. My body ached with the remnants of a woman who had just been pleasured into an abyss...not that I knew what that felt like. I'd never so much as kissed a boy, let alone had s*x. And yet, I felt sore and tender all the same. 

"Knock, knock! Are you up in there?" my mother called from the hallway. Instinctively I pulled my blankets up to my chin before calling her in.

"Good morning, Mom." I faked a yawn. 

With one look my mother rushed across the room, her green eyes wide. 

"Honey, are you feeling okay? You look feverish!" She placed a cool palm to my head. 

I put my hand over hers and smiled, "I'm fine, Mom. Just a wild dream."

She gave me the same knowing look she had given me the night before.

"Sage, is there anything you need to tell me?" her voice had gone from concerned to focused and I knew she would see through my lies.

But I very well couldn't tell her that I just had a very intense s*x dream about a guy I had spoken with for less than five minutes. She'd think I was insane...hell, I thought I was insane. 

"No, Mom. I've just been reading a lot of thrillers. I guess that world is seeping into my dreamscape."

I could tell she was surprised by me- I rarely lied to my parents. I didn't do things that would require me to lie to them. But this was too much, too embarrassing. 

She stood from my bed slowly, "Make sure you put these sheets in to wash...they are covered in sweat. Breakfast will be done in five." Then she whisked out of the room. 

This was very dismissive for her, she would typically argue me further until I told her the truth. That I had somehow gone and created some make believe romance novel in my head about a boy looking for information on WWII...

I collapsed back onto my pillow, letting my eyes close as I tried to make sense of that whirlwind of a dream...