Even In Our Dreams (Fall In Love Again #2) Read Online W. Winters, Willow Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Tags Authors: , Series: Fall In Love Again Series by W. Winters
Series: Willow Winters
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Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
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“I like the two of us,” she answers with a sensual whisper, turning onto her side and brushing the tip of her nose along my chin. I’m rock hard instantly.

This drive in theater has been here for as long as I can remember. More than a time or two my friends and I would drive out, some would have girlfriends and I pictured Bree here too. A decade has passed and that dream has finally come to life.

At that thought, she kisses me. It’s a quick peck but her hand rests on my chest, her hair sweeps along my shoulder. It’s more than just a kiss. She whispers, biting down on a smile as she pulls back and then looks me in the eye, “I really really like us.”

With her doe eyes and that blush hitting her cheeks.

“I really really like us too,” I tell her, dropping my voice down as I stare at her lips. Her teeth sink into her bottom one before she leans in, kissing me again. This time I’m prepared and my hand rests on the small of her back, my other reaches up behind her, bracing her back with my hand at the back of her neck. Her lips mold to mine and when I brush the tip of my tongue along her seam, she parts for me.

The feminine moan that slips from her as I deepen the kiss is fucking heaven.

My tongue strokes along hers and precum leaks from my cock.

Fuck. She can’t think I just want sex from her. But even as the thought hits me, she makes a move to straddle me, never taking her lips from mine.

“People might see,” I protest with weakest fucking protest between open mouthed kisses down her neck. She gives me another of those sweet gasps and I rake my teeth along her neck.

“I can be quiet,” she murmurs as her breasts press against my chest.

With that promise, my hands roam down her body. I cup her ass as she pulls the blanket up around us.

There are only ten vehicles parked up here on the hill. We probably know every single driver. There’s not a chance in hell we’re going all the way up here. They’ll see and I’ll be damned if I let anyone else hear these addictive moans she’s giving me.

Possessiveness grips a hold of me as I move her under me. She gasps, at first, shocked from the move, and her nails dig into my shoulders as she holds on. Then she lets out a feminine laugh and kisses me again, one of those short pecks. With her beneath me, I pepper kisses down her neck before coming back up. All the while she writhes under me.

I whisper at the shell of her ear, “You have no idea how much I want to taste you right now.”

Goosebumps flow down her shoulder as she shivers beneath me with lust filled eyes.

“You want to stay the night at my place,” she questions, and as she does, she presses herself against me. Her eyes widen slightly as she realizes there’s more that I want to do than just eat her out.

She must read the thought racing through my mind: that would make the town talk.

“You could sneak out in the morning?” she offers like it’s a question.

“You must really want me to stay over.” I rock myself into her

“Maybe I just want to get in bed with you,” she comments and settles down into the pillows beneath me.

Is that all you want me for? I almost ask her. Before I can, she reaches up, wrapping her hands behind my head and pulls me down to her with another kiss.

AUBREY

“You’re cooking?” Lauren’s tone is skeptical as she and Gemma slip into the kitchen, Marlena must be the one closing the door as I peek over my shoulder.

“I am,” I answer as I stir the pot. The garlic bread is in the toaster, and store bought, same as the pasta.

“You’re cooking Bennet dinner tonight,” Lauren asks to clarify and then shares a glance with Gemma as Marlena enters the kitchen. She’s the first to pull out a stool and reach for the red wine at the table while Gemma and Lauren stare back at me expectantly. “What? He had a long week and he’s going to a conference next week-”

“You’re only supposed to cook for a man if you want him to move in,” Gemma comments with a smirk. Lauren’s smile widens along with Gemma all the while Marlena fills her glass and couldn’t care less about the two of them teasing me.

“Is that true?” I question with a smirk as I tap the wooden spoon on the edge of the saucepan. The red sauce is my grandmother’s recipe and the scent of the garlic and herbs makes my mouth water. I’m not the best cook in the world, but this sauce is going to seal the deal.


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