7. Kara
7
KARA
“Wh-what?” Kara’s eyelids fluttered open and she looked around herself in confusion. What was happening to her? Where was she? And had she just had an orgasm? The throbbing between her thighs seemed to suggest that yes, she had. But how?
She looked down at herself, expecting to find that she was wearing a white silk shirt and white panties. Instead, she saw she had on her favorite black traveling dress. So she must be flying somewhere. But she wasn’t sitting on a seat—she was sitting in someone’s lap. No, not just someone—she was sitting in J’orn’s lap—and he had just been touching her!
The dream flooded back to her and she turned quickly, meaning to slap him for taking advantage of her helpless state.
But the big Kindred was still out cold. His head was tilted to one side and he was snoring softly. His hands—which had been all over her in her dream—were limp at his sides. He looked absolutely innocent—just as though he hadn’t been groping her a minute ago in her dream.
Get real, Kara, whispered a little voice in her head. He wasn’t doing anything you didn’t want him to! You were just as into it as he was!
The thought made her cheeks get hot with a blush as details of the extremely graphic dream came back to her. God, she’d been writing all over his lap and begging him to touch her! What was wrong with her, acting like that?
Well, to be fair, she had been sleeping. It wasn’t like you got to choose what you did in your dreams. But still, it felt wrong and highly inappropriate to be having such lascivious dreams about her much younger assistant. No, ex- assistant, she reminded herself again.
At that moment, J’orn stirred and his eyelashes—which were surprisingly long for a man—fluttered.
“What the fuck?” he muttered in a low, guttural voice. “Kara, where are you?”
“J’orn?” She looked at him anxiously. “Are you awake?”
“I am now.” He straightened in his seat, still looking groggy. “Where did you go?”
“What do you mean, where did I go? I’ve been right here the whole time,” she protested.
“Yeah, but a minute ago…in the dream…you were sitting on my lap and we were—” He broke off abruptly but Kara was already staring at him.
“You!” she exclaimed. “You had the same dream I did! You were touching me…groping me!”
“Hey, you weren’t exactly trying to stop me,” he growled, frowning. “Besides, you were in the dream first—you started it.”
“I did not!” Kara protested indignantly. But had she? She did have a hazy memory of standing alone in the swirling blue mist and seeing the giant crow before J’orn had appeared in the dream with her.
He must have seen the dawning recognition on her face because he nodded triumphantly.
“Uh-huh. See? You remember now, don’t you?”
“Just because I was in the dream first doesn’t give you the right to…to touch me,” Kara protested.
“You asked me to touch you,” he countered.
“No, I didn’t…did I?” By this time Kara was thoroughly confused. “How is this even possible?” she demanded. “How could we be in the same dream together? I mean— were we in the same dream?”
“I don’t know—what happened in your dream?” J’orn countered. “Tell me and I’ll tell you if the same thing happened in mine.”
“You were…I was sitting on your lap and you started talking in my ear,” Kara began. “It sent shivers down my spine. And then somehow you started touching me. But I wasn’t wearing what…what I’m wearing now. I just had on a white silk shirt. And er, some white silk underwear,” she added.
“Like that day on the beach?” His voice dropped to a hungry growl. “Gods, I remember that.”
“But do you remember it from the dream or from the beach?” Kara demanded.
J’orn frowned and shifted in the seat.
“You know, I’m not sure. Tell me more—maybe it’ll jog my memory.”
“Well, I mean, you were, you know, cupping my breasts and…and pinching my…”
“Your nipples?” J’orn rumbled softly.
“Well, yes,” Kara admitted.
God, why was she talking to him like this? Why was she admitting that she’d dreamed of him? But somehow, she couldn’t seem to stop.
“Then your hand slipped down between my legs,” she went on, feeling her cheeks getting hot with embarrassment. “And you were…were touching me under…under my panties…”
“Gods, was I cupping your soft little pussy?” J’orn growled and she could hear the hungry lust in his tone.
“I don’t know—were you?” Kara demanded, feeling ashamed and defiant. “I mean, is that what you dreamed too?”
“That depends—in your dream, did you want me to touch you?” he probed.
Kara stiffened in his lap.
“What difference does that make?”
“Because I would never touch you against your will—not even in my dreams,” J’orn told her. “I’ll always listen to you—listen to what your body is telling me.”
“And what…what was my body telling you? In…in your dream, I mean?” Kara wished her voice didn’t sound so breathless.
“That you wanted me to pet your soft little pussy and make you come,” J’orn growled softly in her ear. “That you wanted me to?—”
“Attention, this is your Captain speaking,” the overhead com blared. “We are in our final descent. Please be sure your harnesses are securely fastened for landing.”
The shuttle swooped suddenly downward and Kara had to bite back a scream.
“Don’t worry—it always does this. I’ve got you.” J’orn wound his arms around her again, pulling her tight against his chest. Kara leaned back against him willingly, but she knew as soon as they landed she had to get away. The conversation they’d been having was highly inappropriate. She was sure if she spent any more time with her ex-assistant she was going to do something they would both regret.
So even though she’d promised to let him take her to the resort she was staying at, the minute the shuttle touched down she popped open the harness and squirmed out of his lap.
Standing on the edge of the seat, she managed to hop over the sleeping Mr. Oatmeal and found herself in the aisle.
“Hey—where do you think you’re going?” J’orn demanded, half rising from his seat.
“To the ladies' room,” Kara lied. She knew if she told him she was leaving him behind, he’d be after her like a shot. “Sorry, I really have to go,” she added.
He frowned.
“All right, but meet me in front of the shuttle.”
Kara nodded, but she had no intention of complying. She needed to get away from the big Kindred before something worse than a naughty dream happened between them!