ANGEL'S KISS (A Dark Angel's Novel) by Lynne Stevie Read Free Book Online Page A

made love, there’s always a little part of my mind that’s thinking about my to-do list.
    Not tonight. Tonight we’d had mind-blowing sex. I’ve never felt so out of control or absorbed in the moment. Just thinking about it made me smile and yearn for more.
    All my needs had been met. Even the food had tasted better than normal. As I drifted off to sleep, I felt content and happy.
    Tomorrow would be soon enough to worry about my new admirer. Mr. Hypnotic Voice.
     
     

Chapter 5
     
    The Scent of Roses
     
    Floating… I’m floating in warm water... mmm… it’s the perfect temperature, although it feels thicker and heavier than water should. I hope I don’t wake up. This is a great dream. It feels so real. I can even smell…
    Oh god, I feel hands all over my body. Startled, I open my eyes. The light is very dim, and it flickers like a candle or a torch. The ceiling... it’s so far away, and it looks like it’s made of stone or rock.
    Panic threatens to overcome me, but the hands gently washing my hair pull me back into the euphoria of the dream. I raise one hand and watched the liquid coat my fingers and palm, and then run down my arm. The water seems white against my skin. A soft, dark-olive hand takes my extended arm before I have time to worry about the color of the water and gently massages my hand.
    I’m naked, exposed. However, the sensual experience—the hands, too many to count, gently supporting and cleansing my body—overpower my anxiety. The sensation is both soothing and breathtaking. My mind is fuzzy… I’m conscious enough to feel what’s going on, but not enough to speak or turn my head to see whose massaging and washing me.
    Their touch is very intimate. Yet I know it’s not Alan. I should try to wake up, but this feels so wonderful I want to enjoy every moment. Ah….
    I must have drifted deeper into sleep for a moment, because I’m out of the water now. I can feel a soft bed around me and my face is resting gently on soft petals. The scent of roses surrounds me; it’s so strong, I can almost taste them on my tongue. Hands massage my skin with some kind of oil.
    “Wonderful...roses.” The hands gently roll me onto my back. A soft breeze against my naked breasts sends a chill through me. I just can’t make myself feel self-conscious. I know I should, but it’s a dream, why not enjoy it?
    “Who?” I finally manage to ask. No one answers. The hands just keep rubbing the oil all over my body, working in perfect synchronization. I slide my fingers through the soft rose petals, enjoying the creamy texture. “What an amazing dream,” I manage to say in a low mumble.
    “This is as it can be, Alexandria , my Qadesh, if you choose to come back to me.”
    My eyes open, my mind instantly alert, but my body is still numb. I see a man kneeling beside me; he has a small cloth draped around his waist, leaving the rest of his body bare. Power radiates off his glistening olive skin. My bare skin tingles where it touches his thigh. My eye follows the line of his arm up to his broad chest; he is smooth and muscled. A tattoo wraps around his shoulders like an ancient necklace. The sculpted muscles of his shoulders and neck make a perfect frame for his smooth, bald head.
    I meet his gaze. His deep onyx eyes mesmerize me; he has me trapped. I don’t want to look away. The deep black kohl eye liner, which runs to an extreme point in the corner of his eyes made his face even more dramatic.
    His fingers caress my face, following the line of my chin to my neck. They flow over my nipple, down my stomach, and out over my hip. A spin-tingling thrill goes through my body as his fingers skim over my skin. Without shame I arch my hips to meet his touch. His hand returns to my face and traces my lips. My tongue follows the path of his finger, only to realize he’s put something on my lips. The taste is metallic, but sweet. My eyes close as he whispers in my ear. “Dreams can be made real, my Qadesh.” His