Dreaming of him

(Alana)

The night was cold, a cold breeze blowing. So serene and tempting. I shifted a little when I heard someone whisper against my ear.

The voice sounded so sexy and deep, the sound of it gave me shivers. Long cold fingers brushed my thigh, sending a hot sensation down my spine.

“Ah,” I couldn't keep from letting out small sounds, I stirred a little trying to lie comfortably when I felt a heavy weight on top of me.

“Shh, relax sweetheart,” a familiar voice muttered, and immediately my eyes flew open only to meet with his eyes.

“You?” I muttered in disbelief and tried to stand, but I couldn't. It was him, Ricardo pinned me down. I glanced around. It was dark, except for the light coming from the shining moon outside.

“You look lovely,” Ricardo muttered and planted a kiss on my forehead. My eyes closed automatically as I felt his soft, warm lips on me. This was a dream, I was dreaming about Ricardo. Because there was no way, he would be in bed with me.

“Is this a dream?” I asked onc