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bump and rock. The little tent made her feel strangely secure. As Charlie grunted and moved in his sleep, he wrapped a leg over her legs. She was effectively pinned down. The hairy skin of his muscled thigh rubbed hers, sending tingles through her. She didn’t see the harm in leaning into his embrace; he was asleep after all.
    Slowly Laura snuggled back into Charlie. His arm wrapped up around her to find her hand as he pulled her tight. She could feel his heartbeat through her back - slow, solid, and reassuring. He mumbled something in his sleep as he nuzzled into her hair. It felt perfect. Laura couldn’t remember ever feeling so secure. Perhaps it was the time of night, or the fact they were both exhausted? Or the atmosphere in the tiny tent? Nothing felt real. It was as though she’d stepped out of her life for a moment and let someone else be the strong one.
    As Laura drifted off to sleep, she wished the moment would never end.

CHAPTER FIVE

    Charlie was dreaming. And it was fabulous. There was a naked woman writhing on top of him. She smelled like vanilla and cheap, sweaty sex - wonderful combination. He wove his fingers into her hair and pulled her towards him. Her nails bit into his shoulders making him want her more. He didn’t start with gentle teasing kisses; no he plunged into her mouth, tasting all of her. Oh man, but she was delicious. She was slow to kiss back, but when she did it blew his mind.
    Waves of wanting washed over him. He ran his hands down her back to cup her behind. He vaguely wondered why she had so many clothes on. Her rear was small and firm, it fit perfectly into his hands. He held her tightly so that he could position her where he wanted her to be. So she could feel exactly how much he wanted her. A small gasp escaped her and he grunted his satisfaction. That was more like it.
    Too many clothes. There were too many clothes. And it was so stinking hot in his head. He ran one hand over her hip to push her t-shirt up, tracing soft skin as he did so. Her kisses grew more desperate as his hand slid round to grasp her breast. Something about it felt familiar. He flicked his thumb over the nipple and the woman gasped as she arched her back. She ground against him, making him pant with need.
    He tried to shift into a position to give her more, but there were too many barriers. He had on underwear for a start. That didn’t make any sense. He never wore underwear to bed. His feet felt trapped. Was he tied up? He tried to kick loose but it seemed to tangle him more. The air was getting heavy. And although it was dark there was a dim light coming from somewhere. It was hard to pinpoint. Something wasn’t right. Shouldn’t everything be perfect in a dream? Was this another nightmare?
    The woman ran her hands down his chest making him forget about the darkness. Her mouth travelled to his neck, kissing, teasing and he forgot about his trapped feet. She flicked her tongue over his nipple and something tugged at his brain. This was familiar.
    He put a hand on each side of her tiny waist to pull her up to him, so that he could taste her again. Her lips were full, and eager, and tasted better than anything he had ever tasted. He wanted her badly. All of her. Deeply. Over and over.
    “Charlie,” she whispered.
    He knew that voice.
    Small breasts rubbed against his chest making him desperate to undress her.
    “Charlie,” she groaned.
    What the hell? He jerked her away from him. In the dim light he could make out the sleepy and confused features of Laura Prentice and reality hit him like a brick to the head.
    “What the heck?” Laura said mirroring his thoughts. “What do you think you’re doing?”
    She sat astride him.
    “You’re the one on top of me,” he pointed out.
    She scrambled to get off of him, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Charlie thought that was a bit much, since she’d been groaning his name not ten seconds earlier.
    “What did you do to me?” she hissed. “I told