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| ~ Lessons in Seduction ~ |
| How to Seduce Your Dream Lover in Five Easy Steps From Destined 1. Start with long, hot dreams about him. He bent his head and swept his mouth over hers in a lazy caress. “I missed you.” “Then don’t leave me again,” she whispered, half teasing, half serious as she slid her palm across his bare chest. He tensed momentarily, and sucked in a breath. “And I definitely missed this.” Smiling in the dark, she moved her hand lower only to find herself flipped over onto her back. He hovered over her. “Soon.” 2. Meet your fantasy man in the flesh. Her back hit the wall behind her, and she lifted her head to find herself looking straight into moonlight blue eyes that were almost as familiar to her as her own. Over Will’s shoulder she saw the wooden crate on the floor where she had been standing only a second ago. “You okay?” he asked. That depended on whether or not finding yourself held by the man you were convinced didn’t exist outside your dream world was okay. Physically speaking, she couldn’t think of a place she’d rather be. One solid arm locked tightly around her waist, the other rested against the wall near her face. Mentally speaking, she should probably have Brynn reserve a padded cell for her at the nearest nut house. Only a crazy person could dream the things she dreamt and believe they were anything more than a side effect of REM sleep. Yet the evidence staring her in the face couldn’t get any more convincing. 3. Let him stay the night to “protect” you. She left the door ajar and crept to the bed. The even sound of his breathing assured her he was sleeping soundly. Her eyes drawn to his bare back, she took her first real glimpse of the strong, exquisitely male frame. If she could be certain it wouldn’t wake him, she’d slide her palm along the smooth planes. Lanie kept her hands fisted at her sides. With her bottom lip trapped between her teeth, she leaned over to peer into the deep shadows under the blankets. No doubt Brynn would laugh her head off if she could see her now. Breath lodged in her chest, Lanie curled a finger around the edge of the blanket. An arm snagged her around the waist and flipped her onto the mattress. Will hovered over her, a fierce vision of stark masculinity that forced every coherent thought right out of her head. “Do you always spy on your house guests like this? Or am I special?” 4. Don’t let his enemies back you into a corner. The doorknob turned slowly, carefully tested one way, then the other. Trembling, Lanie backed up until she came up against the wall at her back. Salem’s growls erupted into vicious barks. Abruptly the door slammed open, and the bookcase crashed to the floor. Lanie screamed, snatching up the baseball bat she used to hit balls for Salem. Almost two feet taller than her, an older man walked into the room. He cocked his head and studied the bat gripped in her palms like he might a child with a balloon sword. His amused smile didn’t reach beyond his mouth. “You should put that down,” he warned. “Get out,” she ordered, her voice steady despite the fear clawing at her chest. 5. Embrace the unexpected. “Do you believe in reincarnation, Lanie?” She picked up her fork, but didn’t take a bite of the food he’d placed in front of her. She tilted her head in consideration. “Past lives?” A few years ago she might have simply believed it was nothing more than a fanciful notion. Now she was considerably more open to the possibility. “Meeting you after I’ve dreamed about you for years, I think I could believe in just about anything.” A deep frown drew his brows together. She straightened. “You think these dreams are more than dreams?” He shrugged. “Like you said, anything is possible.” |
