Chapter 54

Amanda willed herself to move closer and she glided forward slowly. She could see that the thumb was bleeding where the skin had torn on one side and she reached forward; startled to see that she actually had a ghostly form. She stared at her hands, turning them this way and that and even poked one finger through the palm of the other hand. The sensation was tingly and eerie. She quickly pulled her finger back and then touched his injured thumb.

Cole’s face immediately relaxed and he looked up again and stared right at her. He smiled then and she wondered if he could see her.

“I’m alright angel. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just smashed my finger. You should go back to sleep.”

Amanda was so startled that he’d actually spoken to her, she jerked backward and immediately her senses slammed back into her own body. She fell back onto her pillow and then shoved herself up onto her elbows, looking around the room quickly. The room remained empty.

Amanda crawled out of bed and ran to the front door, flung it open and looked around outside. She looked up at the sky, finding the color to be the same she’d seen only moments ago. She turned and walked around the house quickly just to be sure. Nothing appeared to be out of place. She walked back inside and crawled into bed again. She checked her watch and it read six in the morning.  She lay there unable to get back to sleep.

“It was just a dream. It had to be.”

Her right thumb throbbed and she lifted her hand, staring at it in the dim morning light. The nail was turning an ugly shade of blue and a small cut marked the skin just beside the nail. Amanda studied it, trying to find a logical way to explain it away. She’d been asleep. What could she have done to cause such an injury in her sleep? She couldn’t think of a single thing.

She was finally able to drift off to sleep again just as the sunlight began to brighten the room, but all her mind conjured up for her were images of a certain tall, dusky-skinned werewolf with a smashed thumb and the most amazing eyes.

The following evening, Amanda’s dreams turned to Cole once more although this time they were of a more erotic nature than before.

She lay upon a large bed covered in white satin sheets. A soft, warm breeze flowed over her naked body and the sunlight warmed her skin and yet it did not blind her eyes. It seemed as if the sunlight came from all around her with no actual source.

Cole knelt beside her and he smiled, looking strong and healthy and beautiful as ever. Her eyes trailed over his body, taking in the sight of his muscled form. She delighted in the sight of his unclothed form. He moved around her, lifting her left leg so that he could move in between her thighs.

He settled her leg down over his thigh and then he slid his hands from her knees down to her hips and curved his fingers around her waist, his thumbs touched at the center of her belly and he slid his palms up over her warm flesh. The feel of his rough hands against her bare skin sent ripples of pleasure throughout her body and caused moisture to form between her thighs.

She sighed with pleasure and she lifted her eyes to watch his face as he explored her body. The way he looked upon her made her feel as if she was a Goddess and he was some lowly mortal being allowed to worship her body.