Free In a Broken Dream (The Broken Series Book 4) by K.S. Ruff

every hard angle of his body
into mine. His hands burned a trail from my hips to my breasts.
    My
breath caught when my breasts pebbled against his thumbs. He grasped my face
and resumed the kiss until we both lost sight of where we were. He planted
open-mouthed kisses all along my neck when he finally broke the kiss. “Let’s go
make this dream come true,” he murmured huskily.
    My
heart pounded some obscure warning when he began to back away. Cenia’s question
echoed through my mind. My fingers instinctively tightened in his hair as I
forced him to look into my eyes. “Surely you know. You’re the only one that
matters. You are the only dream I need to come true.”
    Surprise,
then relief lit his handsome face. He locked me in the fiercest embrace without
breathing another word.
    *
* * * *
    I
opened one eye when the bedroom door creaked open, then quickly slammed it
shut. Lexie was tiptoeing across the room, presumably on some mission to scare
the living daylights out of me. I tried not to smile as I feigned sleep.
Rafael’s arm was flung over me. His arm felt heavy, like he was still asleep. The
poor guy was in for a rude awakening.
    I
felt the bed dip down near my knees just before Lexie started jumping on the
bed. She simultaneously began belting out the lyrics to “I’m Walking on
Sunshine,” her voice terribly out of pitch.
    Rafael
buried his head underneath his pillow. “Make it stop!” he groaned. He sounded
as if he were in an excruciating amount of pain.
    I
reached for my pillow and swung it against Lexie’s knees. She collapsed onto
the bed in a fit of laughter.
    “You
kept us up all night talking. The least you could do is let us sleep in,” I
grumbled half-heartedly.
    Lexie
shook her head. “No way. I only get two days with you. Two! I’m going to make
every second count, so get up!” She sat up and looked at us expectantly. When
neither of us moved, she climbed over the top of Rafael, snatched his pillow,
and began beating him with it. “Wake. Up!”
    He
quickly pinned her beneath him. “Cold water,” he demanded. “Now!”
    I
sprinted toward the bathroom, filled a paper cup full of water, and ran it back
to the bedroom. Half the water sloshed out and splashed against my toes.
    Lexie
was trying to wriggle out from beneath Rafael. “Dump it on her face,” he
instructed. He shot her a look that suggested he was bored.
    Lexie’s
eyes widened. “You wouldn’t!”
    I
dangled the cup over her face. “Promise you won’t be sneaking in here and
waking us up early tomorrow morning.”
    Her
eyes narrowed. “You need to define early. Also, what time zone are you
referring to? It’s nearly eight o’clock in Virginia.”
    I
tilted the cup a fraction of an inch and snickered when a single drop of water
splashed against her nose.
    “Okay,
okay! I won’t wake you up early!” she relented in an exasperated tone.
    Rafael
eyed her warily, but he slowly released her arms.
    Lexie
inched out from underneath him. “That guy’s got some serious muscle.” She massaged
her wrists before scooting off the bed.
    I
laughed. “You’re just now noticing that?”
    She
shook her head. “I’ve noticed. I’ve just never been on the receiving end before.”
She turned to face us when she neared the door. “Are you guys ready for
breakfast?”
    Rafael
shrugged. “Sure. I could eat.”
    “Me
too,” I agreed. I pulled a pair of sweats out of my suitcase and tugged them on.
    “Good,”
she replied. “I like my bacon crispy and my eggs over easy.”
    Rafael
shot me an inquisitive look.
    “She’s
serious,” I confirmed. “Looks like we’re in charge of breakfast.”
    Within
minutes, we were hauling bacon, eggs, and toast out to Lexie’s backyard. Lexie
trailed after us with the orange juice and coffee. We sank into the large cushy
chairs surrounding her patio table so we could enjoy the early morning sun. The
air was crisp and noticeably void of humidity, but the pine trees were already beginning
to