Free Falling for the Wrong Twin by Kathy Lyons

gripped him like she was riding a rocket. And frankly, she was. An explosive, mach 10 rocket that was soaring through the night sky.
    She stopped screaming. Actually, she’d stopped a while ago when her fear closed down her throat. She’d only been screeching in her mind. But now that quieted in the wonder of the sky, the whisper of the wind against her face, and the sweet heat of his body.
    “I thought vampires were supposed to be cold blooded. You’re giving off heat like a sunflare.”
    “I’m not a vampire,” he said against her cheek.
    She jolted, sending hot flares up through her belly. And not just hers, apparently, because she watched the pupils in his eyes widen as a bulge pressed hard against her groin.“What are you?” she gasped as he shifted the angle of their flight. She felt the world tip sideways, then spin such that he was lying--er flying--on his back, and she rode him on top.
    “I’m genetically engineered. An android meant for you.”
    “I beg your pardon?”
    She watched his lips curve and she felt him pulse up between her legs. “Kiss me,” he said. “Kiss me then you’ll know.” And in his eyes she saw that same dark intensity, the inhuman promise of total attention, that had so overwhelmed her in the real world.
    She stared at him, poised between the prude and the what-the-hell. It didn’t take her long to tip over into fantasy territory. After all, this was a dream and damned if she was going to stop now. But part of her still held apart, her mind steadily arguing that none of this was real and therefore completely unhelpful.
    But logic held no sway here, only lust. She leaned down, her lips curving into a smile just before their mouths met.
    “This dream is so whacked,” she whispered against his lips.
    “Agreed. But I’ll go with it if you do,” he answered.
    “Deal.” Then they kissed.
    His mouth was hot, his body hard, and she simply melted into him. The press of his lips against hers and the thrust of his tongue made her shiver especially as his hands stroked up and down her backside. She was naked--he was naked--but she didn’t care. Her skin was ultra-sensitive right along her spine, and he teased his nails against her skin, right where bone flared out into bottom.
    She clenched her thighs, feeling the taut muscles of his legs beneath her and the thick, hot thrust of his cock into her.
    She cried out, arching at the intrusion. She had no idea when that had happened—the alignment and the thrust—but oh my, it was good. Thick and hard and pressing against every happy spot she had. His hands slid to her hips, gripping her as their bodies settled deeply in and around each other.
    “How did we get naked?”
    “I don’t know,” he answered, his voice a low growl. “Should I stop?”
    “God, no!”
    “Thank you,” he breathed, but he didn’t move. And in time, she slowly pushed up such that she was looking down into his eyes.
    No more glow, just sweet human green. She bit her lip, unconsciously tightening her inner muscles while he groaned in response.
    “Don’t move!” he ground out.
    “What?” she gasped. Here he was deeply inside her and he was telling her not to move? What--
    His hands shifted, his fingers light as he traced up her side. The lightest of brushes as he stroked across her full breasts and tight nipples. She sucked in her breath. His hands sparked tingles and left heat in their wake. Pretty soon her whole body began to burn.
    “Harder,” she whispered.
    “In a minute.”
    She let her head drop back in frustration, her groan mixing with his chuckle. And then she felt it: a pinch and twist on her nipples. Both at the same time.
    “Harder,” she moaned.
    He complied, but not how she expected. Deep inside her core, he seemed to thicken. Oh yes!
    She began to ride him. After all, she was a woman who took control of her fantasies, right? And she wanted him thrusting, so she began to move. Up and down his length as he fought to maintain