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directions, assuring her it was worth the trek down through the woods to find.
    It had taken several trips to get all her purchases into the house, and Keri laughed at herself as she eyed the heaps of food she’d bought. “Enough to feed an army, what was I thinking?” She busied herself finding room for it all, stuffing both the fridge and the pantry before she was done.
    Inspired by her purchases, she cooked one of her grandmother’s favorite recipes, a simple but savory casserole that filled the whole house with its fragrance and reminded her of times long past. Still feeling energized, she baked two raspberry crumbles, leaving them to cool on the counter top as she tucked into her dinner.
    “A few weeks of this and you’re going to need to buy a treadmill!” She poked at the soft curve of her stomach and shook her head. “Or a whole new wardrobe, something with elastic waistbands and the dimensions of a pup tent.”
    By ten o’clock she was nestled into a hot bubble bath with her second glass of wine, the scent of molten beeswax blending with the night blooming jasmine that grew outside the bathroom window. Keri half dozed in the tub, her mind replaying the amazingly detailed dream she’d had that afternoon.
    He’d had black hair that curled down to brush the top of the finest pair of shoulders she had ever seen, falling into his eyes in a way that made her fingers itch to sweep it to one side. A dusting of dark hairs covered his chest, tapering down over a well defined six pack to the largest cock she’d ever seen. Definitely a dream man , she laughed to herself as she let the warm water and wine do their magic.
    Her hands drifted in the water, stroking her breasts absently as she remembered the way her dream lover’s mouth had sucked on them, the memory of his tongue on her nipples drawing them into tight nubs all over again.
    New fantasies replaced memory and Keri could almost feel male hands stroking down her body, her dream lover’s mouth replacing her fingers as she played with herself. Her hands stroked down her body just as she had imagined his would, her thighs easing open as she arched her hips up, needing to ease the sexual tension that suddenly had her wound tight. She closed her eyes as her fingers slid into her sex, letting her imagination make them feel stronger, thicker than hers, a man’s hand pleasuring her, his fingers circling her clitoris. Her hips jerked and she whispered Alistair’s name, her fingers moving faster now.
    Her orgasm came on gently, flooding her body with warmth and pleasure as her fingers worked over her clit one last time and she sighed with pleasure, feeling her tension ease again. As she lay there her imagination kicked in once again and she could have sworn she heard a man whisper the words “I want you.”
    That made her sit up, lifting her head and looking around her to try and find the source of the voice. “That’s one very realistic fantasy you’ve been having.” She settled back into the water slowly, withdrawing her hand from between her legs with a rueful laugh. “Now stop thinking about that non-existent, utterly gorgeous dream man and get out of this tub before you prune.”
     
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    From his prison Alistair had been watching, having sensed her return hours before. Her energy had danced on the edge of his awareness, coming and going from the magical boundaries that kept him captive.
    He had planned to wait for her to drift off to sleep before he tried to contact her again, but as Keri had lay in her warm bath he had been able to sense her drowsy arousal and it had tempted him to change his plans.
    She was near enough to the bed he had been able to slip into her mind, and when he had he was pleased to discover her thoughts had all been of him. He’d built on her memories of their dream encounter, teasing her with images of his mouth on her breasts, lapping at her wet skin. While she was awake he couldn’t accomplish much more than suggestion,