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  “Very carefully, I’d imagine,” Rone said dryly. “If we don’t want to end up on the floor under the bed.”

  Kate shivered. “I certainly don’t. Do you think just pressing close together while we sleep will keep us up on the mattress?”

  “I don’t know—let’s experiment.”

  Still holding her close, Rone scooted to the head of the bed.

  They tried lying side by side with their shoulders and thighs touching but they started sinking through the mattress almost immediately. To Kate, it felt like being swallowed by a giant marshmallow—not a pleasant sensation.

  “Oh!” she gasped and scrambled to get more contact between herself and the big Kindred. She wound up climbing on top of him, like a woman climbing onto a raft to keep from drowning in the river.

  “Oof!” Rone grabbed for her, bracing her against him when she accidentally kneed him in the stomach. “It’s okay, baby—I’ve got you. You can stop struggling now.”

  “Sorry.” Kate felt bad but she really didn’t want to sink through the mattress and wind up in the dark space under the bed. It wasn’t just her childhood fears freaking her out, she told herself defensively. It was the fact that they were in an alien resort and who knew what might be down there? What if the Flame and Frost version of mice or cockroaches lived in the cracks between the floorboards? Of course, there might be nothing but Kate did not want to take a chance.

  “It’s okay—just stop wiggling and we’ll be fine.”

  “All right.” Kate stopped struggling and let herself relax, using the big Kindred as a mattress as she lay on her side. It was a measure of their vast size difference that she was able to fit neatly on his chest and torso with no problem at all.

  “Actually, this works pretty well,” Rone remarked, after they’d been lying silently for a moment. “Are you comfortable?”

  “Well, I mean, I guess…” Actually, the big Kindred’s muscular form was surprisingly comfy. “But what about you? It can’t be great for you to have me, uh, smushing you.”

  He gave a deep laugh which vibrated her entire body. “Smushing me, huh? Don’t worry about that, baby—you’re light—I don’t feel a bit ‘smushed.’”

  “You don’t? You swear?” Kate asked.

  “Swear.” He sounded like he was smiling. “And anyway, I like having you on me—like having you so close. I’ve been waiting for six months to touch you again.”

  “Oh, uh…” Kate shifted nervously.

  “I don’t mean sexually,” Rone said, correctly interpreting her anxiety. “I mean just holding you in my arms again.” He put his arms around her and stroked her hair. “Just feeling you close to me.”

  “It is kind of nice,” Kate admitted. “You know what this makes me think of? I had a poster when I was a little girl of a tiny kitten sleeping on top of a big ol’ dog—a mastiff, I think.”

  He rumbled laughter. “I’d say that about fits.”

  “Uh-huh.” Kate sighed and snuggled closer. “Hey, I’m kind of chilly. Not where I’m touching you—you’re like a furnace. But my other side.”

  “Let’s see, I thought I saw a blanket folded up around here somewhere…” Rone fumbled around for a moment and then spread a warm, soft blanket over the two of them. “Better?” he asked.

  “Mmm…perfect.” Kate sighed in contentment and felt her eyelids grow heavy. “Thank…” She yawned deeply. “Thank you, Rone.”

  “You’re welcome, Lalli,” he murmured, stroking her hair. “Good night.”

  “Good…” Kate yawned again. “Good night,” she finally managed to reply. Then, although even a day ago she would have sworn it would be impossible, she relaxed completely against the big Kindred and let herself drift off to sleep.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Kate was having an incredibly sexy dream. She was lying on top of her lover, face to face with her bare breasts pressed to his muscular chest. The contact made her nipples feel tight and achy and his warm scent was driving her crazy. He smelled like some kind of dark musk—a masculine spice that called to everything in her that was feminine and made her want to open herself to him completely.

  In fact, she already was opening. Down below, she could feel the thick length of his shaft rubbing against her naked cleft. Mmm—that felt good. She could feel the delicious pressure of his cock against her outer pussy lips. It occurred to Kate that if she spread her legs just a little, her pussy would open and she would be able to feel his hot, hard cock sliding against her inner folds and throbbing clit. That would feel even better.

  Yes, rub against him. Feels nice, doesn’t it? He’s so big and strong…so HARD, murmured a voice in her head.

  Kate frowned, where had she heard that voice before? Maybe in some other dream—one that was almost as sexy as this one. But in that dream, she’d been in the shower with her lover and they had been washing each other—washing each other everywhere.

  Of course, Kate knew it had been a dream, just like this one was, because it couldn’t be real. She didn’t even have a lover—hadn’t had one in years. So it was completely ridiculous to think what was happening was real.

  Still, for a dream, it felt extremely real. She could feel the hard press of his hot shaft slipping between her pussy lips and sliding against the swollen bud of her clit, sending sparks of pleasure through her entire body. Enjoying the delicious sensations, she spread her thighs even wider and rocked her pelvis, letting the length of his shaft press even deeper into her wet inner folds.

  She could feel the broad, plum-shaped head of his cock pressing hard against her belly, branding her with his heat and she couldn’t help wondering what it would feel like inside her—not just sliding against her inner cunt but actually entering her channel and thrusting deep inside to fill her pussy to the hilt.

  Yes, do that—that would feel good, wouldn’t it? Let him slide his thick cock deep in your hungry little cunt…let him fill you up, the strange voice urged.

  Kate frowned. She didn’t like this part of the dream. The voice in her head felt…wrong. Felt like it didn’t belong to her. But the sensations of the big male body beneath hers felt right—utterly and completely right. God, her pussy was so wet and hot and the silky skin of his thick shaft sliding against her sensitive clit felt so good.

  This must be the best dream I’ve ever had, she thought deliriously. What is it when you know you’re dreaming? She was sure she’d read an article about it somewhere—oh right—Lucid Dreaming. That’s what it was called when the dreamer realized he or she was having a dream and was able to control the outcome.

  I’m having a Lucid Dream, Kate thought. Which means I can do anything I want.

  The thought brought a giddy sense of power along with the pleasure she was feeling at rubbing against her lover so intimately.

  And it seemed that all the naughty, intimate friction was having an effect on the man beneath her too. With a low growl of desire, he clamped big, warm hands over her hips and ass, pressing her against him, joining her rhythm with long, slow strokes of his own.

  “Oh, God!” Kate heard herself moaning. Rubbing against him had felt good but having him rub and thrust against her at the same time intensified the sensations immeasurably.

  “Gods, baby—you’re pussy is so fucking wet,” she heard him groan as he bucked up to meet her. His big hands spread her wider, gripping her ass hard, pulling her down so that the friction got even hotter. “Can feel you rubbing so hard against my cock with your sweet little cunt,” her lover growled. “That’s right—ride me baby. Open your hot little pussy and rub against me until you come…come so hard on my cock.”

  His hot dirty words turned Kate on even more. This was definitely the best dream she’d ever had. Her only regret was that she couldn’t see her lover’s face—she wanted to see him, wanted to kiss him as they raced to the finish line together. But it was pitch black in the room. In fact, the only thing she could see were two glowing blue points, almost like eyes right in front of her…