Keeper of Tomorrows

Raine opened her door late one night to a tall, dark haired man. A man from another dimension who swears he's waited centuries just for her. Will a passionate night of show and tell convince Raine of her destiny?

Talon sighed with anticipation. It was time for him to awaken once again. It had been so long this time. Years...decades...centuries had passed while he lay in wait. In his suspended state, he had lost track of the quickly passing time. There was a flicker of movement as the air pulsed...shifted...joined around him. He was becoming.

Instead of a broad feeling of knowing, of events passing--he was again sentient. He felt. He was once more a corporal being and glorious sensations rushed over his newly reawakened human flesh. The wind and sun caressed and teased his naked body and brought him to full awareness.

His eyes opened and he felt the sensual pull of his Keeper's soul, felt her reaching out to him in her dreams. She was ready for him. Their worlds needed a Guardian pair and this time he would not fail in securing her acceptance of him.

Raine tossed in her sleep, moaning softly. Her dreams were filled with a swift rush of heated arousal as a shadowed figure reached out to stroke her slumbering body with an eager caress. "No," she mumbled in her imaginings.

She couldn't stand to wake again so saturated with longing and unfulfilled need. Even in her dreams she knew there would be no release, just a quick slide into burning desire, leaving her skin hyper-sensitive and her body primed and miserable for another day. "Not again!" she cried softly.

But today was different. It was worse. Today she woke from the dream with the phantom caress still moving over her skin and with the pleasure continuing to build. She lay there with her eyes open, unable to control the feeling of unseen hands as her fantasy lover traced her body's curves.

This was so not good! She was losing her sanity. Raine struggled unsuccessfully with her mind to somehow turn it off, or force the feelings away. It is not as if these damn dreams ever brought her any release, they just made her want more.

"More," she panted as she felt ghost hands curve around her breasts. She moaned in satisfaction as invisible fingers tightened around her nipples and softly plucked. She thrashed her head on her pillows as she felt the impression of a warm, wet tongue tease across one hard nub. "Suck on it," she demanded. After all, this was her dream. She could damn well orchestrate the details.

She could feel the chuckle in her mind, the soft vibration of an extremely confident and amused male, as the sound echoed in her head. And a strong pull as her nipple was drawn in to a warm and seeking mouth. All thoughts of checking into an insane asylum fled.

Her body took over and forced her to concentrate only on the sensations of that mouth. It was a mouth that licked, laved and sucked its way around both breasts, working to drive her to a mindless frenzy of screaming nerve endings. She pleaded with whatever poltergeist had taken over her body. "Please..." she wailed. Wanting more.

She sobbed in frustration when the hidden specter moved his hot, seeking mouth away from her breasts to move lower down her body to torment the skin of her belly. Unseen fingers still moved on her breasts, chafing her nipples and keeping their peaks taut and aching. She gasped as she felt the hands move abruptly to her thighs and pull them apart. "Oh, thank God!" she moaned as that wonderful mouth settled over her core. She could feel his touch in her mind, his overwhelming need building alongside her own.

She opened her eyes to glance down her body and then gasped in bewilderment when she caught site of her reflection in the mirror on the dresser across the room. The blankets had been tossed away and sometime during her fantasy her sleep shirt had been discarded as well. She was naked and her skin was coated in a fine sheen of sweat. Her body danced to the ministrations of her waking dream, hips pumping and gyrating to the unbelievable pleasure of that tongue stroking slowly between her legs.

Her mind fought with her body. This couldn't be happening. She wasn't asleep and yet still the subconscious vision controlled her flesh. Her body wanted more of the intense pleasure, but her mind wanted it to stop.

"Soon we will be together. I will leave you for now." The male thought reverberated in her head and Raine screamed in frustration.

"Damn it! I don't want later, I want now," she flung the words into the silence of her room and headed for her shower. There was no way she was starting another day without having an orgasm. The shower massage would just have to be enough.

Raine slumped over her desk at the travel agency she managed. She was so tired. For the last week every time she closed her eyes to sleep, she had been tormented by the same erotic dream. It wasn't even really a dream, nothing happened but someone touching her, and making her crazy with desire. The fact that today the dream had continued beyond her sleep worried her. She needed a social life. Obviously the fact that she hadn't even had a date in almost a year was catching up with her psyche. Let's just forget about a date and skip straight to having sex, her body demanded. She should just go out tonight and pick someone up at one of the bars and screw his brains out.

She was too tired for that tonight. And she had the awful suspicion that nothing could compete with this damn dream.

She had no face to put to her fantasy, little sound, and no plot...just steady sexual teasing from those damn ghost hands and a mouth that stopped moving once she was ready to explode. She didn't even think her dreams would bother her if she had an orgasm. It was actually the best sex she'd ever had. Oh, now that was pitiful. The best sex she'd had and there wasn't a participating party! But if she did finally manage to have a screaming orgasm...then maybe she would sleep. And her body would be happy the next day and not this angry mass of receptive nerve endings. The shower massage just didn't do the trick.

"Raine, honey you look like you aren't feeling very well. Everyone's back from lunch, why don't you go home and take care of yourself?" Carrie asked.

Raine looked up at her assistant manager and then glanced around the office and noted that everyone really was back from lunch. The agency was fully staffed and it was a slow time of the year. She knew she had bags under her eyes and if she didn't get some sleep she would make herself sick. "You are right, Carrie. I need to go home. If you can handle it I think I'll take a couple of days of vacation time and see you on Monday." Monday. Surely with three and a half days off she could be back to her normal cheery self.

She didn't count on being able to sleep this afternoon. But she could vegetate in front of the TV and at least try and relax

Raine woke to a soft knock on her door. She was on the couch in her living room and she looked up and groaned silently when she saw the clock on her mantel...who the hell dared to wake her up at ten pm the first night she'd been able to sleep dreamlessly for almost a week. Damn! She took off the blanket throw and stood up. She knew she looked like a nightmare walking. Her hair had to be falling out of the clip she had shoved it in this morning. She sighed heavily. Well she didn't care. Anyone showing up at her door this late in the evening had to take her as she was.

Once she opened the door, she really wished she had taken the time to straighten up. She knew her mouth was open and her eyes were wide in astonishment. She just hoped she wasn't drooling.

The man that stood before her was incredible. His wavy, black hair tumbled around his shoulders, his eyes were dark and heavy with secrets, and his lips were full and serious. He had a body that made you want to climb on and never let go. He had to be about six feet tall, with muscles and tanned skin that looked slick and soft to the touch. He was dressed casually in black jeans, black tank top, leather jacket and black boots. Sex walking. A long suppressed fantasy of some naked man and a big, throbbing motorcycle darted through her thoughts. She couldn't breathe.

Gulping in air she wondered what he would think if she asked him to do a slow spin, she wanted to see his butt. She just knew it would be worth promising anything if she could see him naked.

Involuntarily her hands stretched out to touch him. Before they could make contact she came to her senses and snatched them back. Blushing furiously she managed to stammer, "Can I help you?"

"Yes," he replied.

Raine stood there for a moment waiting for him to tell her what he wanted. She looked at him questioningly. "Okay...How can I help you?" This was getting a little weird. She hadn't really considered worrying about a strange man at her door in this safe sleepy town at night, maybe she should re-think her situation.

"You are the Keeper of my tomorrows," he said.

And if that wasn't weird enough, his voice resonated within her body, it seemed as if he were stroking her from the inside out. All of a sudden she was thrown back to the erotic frustration of her dreams. So turned on, her body once again vibrating strongly with the need for an end to the sexual torment she'd been living.

"Touch me," he murmured sensuously.

She couldn't stop this time. She didn't want to stop. She stepped into the circle of his arms and allowed him to pick her up and carry her inside her house. This is where she belonged. After all, she was Raine, the keeper of his tomorrows.

Like that made sense.