Chapter 9
Nine
EILIDH
“ Y ou have got to be kidding me.” I growled in sleepy frustration as I flopped back on the pillow.
Tears filled my eyes. Part sexual frustration, part memory.
Last night, Fyfe and I kissed. Not just a kiss. Like filthy, prelude to dirty sex kind of kissing. Much like the kind of kissing we’d done in my dream. He’d slipped his hand down my knickers, his thumb on my clit … and then his fucking phone had beeped on the coffee table. He’d jerked away to look at it and my brother’s name was on the screen.
He abruptly remembered I was Lewis’s wee sister.
I’d tried to hide my hurt, but his rejection was so painful, it was bloody difficult.
It seemed like pouring salt on the wound for my mind to conjure the most vivid sex dream I’d ever had. I winced feeling how wet I was. Jesus, had I come in my sleep?
Reaching over into my side table, I took out my vibrator.
“Do not think about Fyfe,” I whispered as I shoved my pajama shorts down.
After he’d left my flat last night, I’d vowed to keep the man at arm’s length.
Closing my eyes, I took care of myself, but I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering, from conjuring the dream. I came with his face in my mind, but I promised it would be the last time.