Meeting You In My Dreams (Book 1 of the Dream Walk series)

His green eyes locked with Nikki’s baby blues and she felt the low growl rumble in his chest and bounce around her ribs as his sweaty skin caressed her breasts. His hands were strong as he buried one in her hair while he grabbed her chin and brought his lips down to hers in a kiss that left her dizzy. He rocked his body against hers, she could feel him smiling as she moaned. He opened his mouth to say something and suddenly Nikki woke up in her bed. Her eyes blinked in the soft sunlight flowing through the curtains. Her body still tingled from the green eyed man in her dream. She had no idea who he was, but she had dreamed of him since her body came alive and figured out how a man could make her feel, physically.

She rolled over and looked at the empty pillow next to her. Her husband, Alan, had left for work already.

She ran her hands down her body, feeling just how sweaty she was and groaned. She needed a shower and a change of sheets. She walked towards the bathroom, catching a glimpse of her flushed cheeks in the mirror. She stood there, staring at herself as she compared the green eyed, dark-haired, strong-handed man in her dreams to Alan, his sandy blonde hair, brown eyes, and bearded jaw. She had never dreamt of her husband caressing her or making her quiver in her dreams. A pang of guilt hit her gut.

It wasn’t necessarily a bad marriage. She wasn’t asking for a fairy tale. In fact, the bar was set pretty low as to what she would consider a good relationship. But Nikki couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness and loneliness as she looked at her self in the full- length mirror that stood in the corner of their bedroom. Nikki had been married to Alan for two years now. They dated for three years before tying the knot. She knew Alan was a good man. She enjoyed his sense of humor. He seemed to care for others. But since getting married, Nikki had been feeling like she was more of a roommate to him instead of a wife. A lover.

Their sex consisted of starting when he wanted to, her blowing him for a few minutes, him lazily pumping inside of her for thirty seconds, and then him rolling off of her and tossing her a towel on his way to the bathroom. It left…everything to be wanted.

It was clear to Nikki that no matter how sexy she dressed or how she flirted with Alan he didn't notice. Sometimes, she even tried new moves like dramatically bending over in front of him to pick something up that she 'accidentally' dropped or sticking her ass out and curving her back as she stood in front of the stove and cooked their dinners. But he either yelled at her to move because she was blocking the tv or him asking her when dinner was going to be finished impatiently.

Nikki sighed at these memories. It was clear her pleasure wasn’t even on his radar.

She even suggested getting to know each other as lovers outside of the bedroom. Alan REFUSED to even attempt to understand the fact that there were five different love languages, let alone acknowledge a single one of them into her world.

Nikki ran her hands down her stomach, wishing it was flatter, like when they first met when they were both twenty-three years old. She shook her head at the extra ten pounds around her middle and sighed. Comfort weight. She wondered if she got that thinner, younger body back would Alan pay more attention to her? Would it make him show her he wants her? Would it make him grab her around the waist while she cooked dinner and put her on the counter and kiss her til she’s dizzy?