Secrets Collide (Bluegrass Brothers)

and responded instantly to the kiss by moaning into his mouth. Man, this dream was even better than the dream she’d had the night before. She opened her eyes and stared at Cy’s soft face. She ran her hand over his stubble as she caressed him. She wondered if this was what he would look like if he dropped his guard. She sure hoped so because this man was gorgeous.
    He ran his hand over her head and brushed back her hair. “You have no idea how badly I want you,” her dream man said to her. Well, it was what she was longing to hear and her subconscious just gave it to her—who was she to deny it?
    “Oh God, yes,” she called out as his hands ran up her ribs to cup her breasts. This was definitely better than last night’s dream, she thought as he gently massaged her while he brought his lips to her stomach. He traced a line of kisses from her belly button upward, and when his mouth closed onto her nipple, she decided right then and there she was never going to wake up.
    Gemma gasped and ran her hand down his back. This was her dream and there were things she had been dreaming of doing to him since she first met him. She grabbed his shirt and ripped it off before pulling him onto the bed. Straddling him, she slowly raised her shirt over her head, teasingly. Next she stood on the bed and stepped out of her shorts and panties as she swayed above him. His hands tried desperately to reach for her as she playfully pushed them away.
    “I’ve been wanting to do this since the night we met. To feel my body against yours,” she confessed.
    “By all means, you should do it then.” His voice was different. Deeper, more gravelly as she straddled him again. His hands were on her instantly as she threw her head back and gave into the sensation of his hardness beneath her.
    Cy sat up, cradling her in his lap. “But now it’s time for me to show you what I’ve been thinking about since I met you.”
    “If you really want to.” Gemma smiled before he flipped her beneath him.
    “Oh, I do . . .” And with a ravenous glance at her body, he showed her just what he’d been thinking about.
     

CHAPTER THIRTEEN
     
    Gemma knew she had woken up, but the soft breeze coming from the overhead fan and the perfect way her arm was wrapped around her pillow made it hard to open her eyes after such an exhausting day.
    The day had been so long and filled with such emotion. She was glad to be back in the quiet of her room and left with the remembrances of her dream last night. Wow. It had been one hell of a dream. She had fallen asleep on the plane after the adrenaline wore off and remembered waking up when Cy carried her into her room. He had said good-night and she had fallen right back to sleep to have the be-all-and-end-all sex dream. In fact, just thinking about it brought a blush to her face.
    She squeezed her pillow and then screamed when it turned to her and sleepily smiled. “Good morning.”
    Gemma leapt from the bed, kicking at the covers tangling up her feet. “Oh my God!” She panicked as she bounced from foot to foot breaking free of the sheets and moving to the end of the bed.
    “Wow. You’re even more beautiful in the daylight. Better than I could've ever imagined. How did I get so lucky?”
    Gemma felt Cy’s eyes traveling the length of her body and she looked down and automatically tried to cover her nakedness. “I . . . you . . . you were a dream,” Gemma stuttered as her eyes focused on his bare chest. His lap was still covered, but the top of a tattoo close to the bulge under the sheet caught her eye. What was that?
    “I’m very real, sweetheart. Want me to prove it to you again? I’m more than happy to accommodate you.” Cy grinned and Gemma got that flip-flop feeling again. He was so handsome, so sexy when he showed his real self. He was playful but tender. Assertive but giving as she remembered her non-dream. He was everything she wanted and more . . . and completely unavailable.
    “But you’re dating every Hollywood bimbo around,” Gemma moaned as she rolled her head up toward the ceiling in distress.
    “And . . . you didn’t like me. I think last night proved we were both wrong. In fact, I think we’re pretty perfect together. I mean, that thing you did with your leg and then you moved—”
    “I can’t believe I did that.” But Gemma’s worry disappeared and her mouth went dry as Cy pushed aside the sheet and patted the bed next to him. The tattoo was uncovered to reveal a family