Possessing Poseidon

Excerpt From: Possessing Poseidon

Beth was reclined on her lounge chair on the deck of her beach house when she dreamed of the man again. She’d started having the dream two days after she’d moved into her new house this past week.

Beth would fall asleep on the back deck and the man would appear. He would walk up the steps of the deck from the beach and stand next to her while she sat back in her lounge chair. Standing over her, he was at least six foot three, with dark brown hair that was all one length, just above his shoulders. He wore a necklace around his neck that was made of white shells that sharply contrasted the golden bronze colour of his skin. He had a killer body and a chest that just screamed to be touched. The only clothing he wore was a pair of skin-tight, royal blue swim trunks that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. His whole body was always soaking wet, with water dripping off the ends of his hair, running down his wide shoulders, his sculpted chest and abdomen, down his muscled legs to a puddle around his bare feet.

He would look at her as if he wanted to devour her, then he’d bend down and simply kiss her gently on the lips, turn and go back down the steps and walk away heading towards the water.

Beth enjoyed the dream. She actually looked forward to it, in fact. That one kiss he would place on her lips was like heaven, and this beautiful stranger made her want more, much more, than just a gentle brush of his lips against hers.

So she had fallen asleep again in the warm sun while reading a book. She needed time to relax after finishing all her unpacking from moving in the house. When he appeared she anticipated the touch of his lips to hers and even in her sleep her lips parted ever so slightly waiting for his kiss.

This time, however, when he kissed her it was different, and her whole body reacted to him. It wasn’t a gentle a kiss like he usually gave her. This one had a passion behind it, as if he wanted more than his usual gentle brush of her lips against his. A shudder washed over her, and there was a deep pulse that started between her legs and radiated through her. In her sleep, she rubbed her thighs together, wanting the pulse to continue and not stop.

Beth rubbed her eyes as she woke up from the dream, wishing to herself that her dream man were real, and reached down to pick up the book she’d dropped when she had fallen asleep. As she reached for the book she saw the footprints on the deck. They came up from the stairs to her chair then turned around and went back down the stairs again.

Beth sat up, her eyes growing large as she looked at the wet footprints in disbelief. She stood up straddling the chair and looked up and down the beach, seeing no one in either direction. It made no sense! There was nowhere for someone to hide on the beach, yet whoever had made the footprints had literally disappeared. She stepped over her chair to look at the footprints again, but they had totally disappeared. Her brows furrowed as she remembered what she had seen literally seconds ago. There was no way they could have dried so quickly, yet they had disappeared like magic. She reasoned to herself that her eyes must have been playing tricks on her when she’d woken up, and there were no footprints after all, though they had seemed so real.