Out of Her Dreams
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by Dee Lloyd
Description: Insisting she's the reincarnation of his fiancee, handsome, laughing, loving Jake Wylie steps right out of Kate's dreams. In the flesh?well occasionally in the flesh...
eBook Publisher: Awe-Struck E-Books/Awe-Struck E-Books, Inc., 2008 2008
eBookwise Release Date: December 2008
20 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [242 KB]
Reading time: 146-205 min.
"What a supremely beautiful story. This wonderful tale pulls the reader in with depths of Kate's past and her emotions. While you are being drawn into the story, the plot weaves its spell around the reader until you are part of this fabulous tale. Exceptional characters with history and interesting secondary characters carry this story with exciting ghosts, spells, and even dangerous evil beings. The phenomenal romance is the cherry on top; making this a delicious paranormal you will want to read." Reviewed by Wateena of Coffee Time Romance Reviews, 4 CUPS "This was an interesting story; I really enjoyed Kate and Jake's courtship and how their modern day story interwove with stories from their past. Kate was a likeable, spunky heroine--it was fun to see how she dealt with having a ghostly suitor and how she managed to cut through all the suspense and intrigue to find her happy ending. It was lovely to see another "true love conquers all" story and the humorous writing kept the story lighthearted throughout. I'd be interested in seeing another story by Dee Lloyd." Reviewed by Night Owl Reviews
His urgent whisper penetrated her deep fog of sleep.
"Wake up, sweetheart."
Caitlin tried to open her eyes but a large warm hand covered them. She caught the achingly familiar scent of spicy shaving soap.
She still found it hard to believe Jake was home again. For two long lonely years, she had yearned for his slightest touch and even a trace of his scent. She gave herself a mental shake. This was real. She could relish this moment. He'd returned from the war weeks ago and this wasn't the first time he had climbed the oak tree outside her bedroom after his late shift at the restaurant. She had loved him before the war when he'd been a good looking boy but the passion she felt for the dynamic, forceful man who'd returned to her was almost more than she could contain. Soon, they would not have to be satisfied with stolen moments. After they were married, she would spend the whole night, every night, in his arms.
She tried to brush his hand away from her eyes but gentle as his touch was, she could not budge it.
"Keep those eyes closed, sweetheart. Relax. Let me awaken you slowly." His wonderful voice, deep and rich as chocolate, rumbled close to her ear. She could feel his breath on her cheek.
They had played this game before. Sensations were so much more acute without visual distractions. The slightest touch of his lips, his fingers, could make her tremble. His firm lips were amazingly soft now. Slowly, tantalizingly, his light, warm kisses circled her mouth.
She could almost see his grin when she tried to position her head so their lips would meet. "Wait, sweetheart," he whispered.
She felt the mattress dip and the quilt tighten over her legs as he sat on the edge of her bed. His long fingers slid slowly through her hair. Jake always loved to play with her long dark hair. Then his breath was hot and moist on her eyelids as his lips feathered over them. She had relived those light, loving caresses so often while he had been overseas.
Caitlin licked her lips, anticipating the next move in their little game, and tried to sit up. Gently but firmly, he pushed her back.
His lips hovered briefly beside her eye, then slowly pressed damp kisses on her temple. Delicious little prickles began to travel from her scalp to the tips of her toes.
"Thank God you're here at last, Caitlin," he murmured.
"You're the one who went away to war," she whispered. "I've been waiting here all along."
"True," he said after an odd pause. She shouldn't have mentioned the war. Jake avoided reminders of the horrors of the trenches. "But we're together now," he added.
He took her head more firmly between his hands and continued to kiss his way slowly around her face. Her lips tingled in anticipation. With every teasing kiss, she became more impatient. When he trailed kisses even farther from her mouth, along her jaw line to her ears, she'd waited long enough. Her lips needed his kiss. She tried to move so their mouths would join but he held her head still, tasting her cheeks then moving on to nuzzle her neck.
"Jake!" she said impatiently. "Kiss me properly."
"Never properly. You don't want 'properly'," he said with a low chuckle. "Keep those eyes closed, Caitlin," he added.
She usually enjoyed his teasing. The reward was worth the wait. But tonight, she desperately wanted to see him. They had spent so many months apart.
At last, his mouth nibbled at her lips. His hard tongue flicked at their closing. She opened eagerly. She would never tire of the sweet, tart taste of his mouth. His tongue touched hers briefly, then retreated. Jake was always careful to keep their lovemaking under control. Sometimes she wished he were less honorable. But in only one week they would be married. Then they could kiss with abandon and let their passion carry them away.
"I'm awake now," she said, sliding her arms around him. She let her hands move down over his broad back, savoring the smooth skin over hard muscles.
She leaned forward so that their upper bodies touched. His heat warmed her through her cotton nightgown. Her breasts ached to be stroked and caressed.
"One week more," he whispered. "One week and we will be married. No more short midnight visits. Finally, we will make love completely and be together. Forever."
"Forever," she echoed, her love swelling in her chest.
"Touch me," she murmured, rubbing her hardened nipples against his muscular chest.
He groaned and slid his hands slowly, sensuously, down her back. The stirrings of her body when his hands finally pulled her fully against him became almost painful.
She couldn't play the sensual game any longer. She had to see his face.
* * * *
The moment Kate opened her eyes, the loving man in her arms disappeared. For a split-second, she caught a glimpse of Jake's handsome face in the half-light. His distinctive dark blue eyes, warm with love, lingered a moment, then faded away.
The warmth of her phantom lover's embrace faded quickly. The cotton nightgown with its tiny blue flowers became her red silk camisole and boxers.
A wave of chilling loneliness swept over her. She was no longer Caitlin and Jake was gone.
Moonlight streamed through the leaded bedroom windows onto bleak expanses of blue and white quilt. The filmy new curtains she had hung this evening billowed in the light breeze. The pale blue ruffle on the canopy over her bed swayed gently.