Hey everybody! Chapter 3 or the promised 3! then it might take a bit more time to update since I am puping these out as fast as possible.

I cut my hand on a serrated knife and so my hand is not exactly happy with me.

I am in the process of moving so I can only write when I have the time :(

Read. Rate. Review. Be Jolly and eat chocolate chips.

Stephanie was spread out on a bed made up with silk sheets the color of wine. Her hands, resting above her head, caressed the fabric. Her naked legs flexed. The white lace of her bra and panties contrasted against the bedding and it made her wild. Her chest heaved. Her breathing grew erratic. She could feel his eyes on her. They trailed over her stretched out body and lingered on her moist lips, her pert nipples, which pressed almost painfully against the pale fabric covering her chest, her moist sex. She wanted to call out for him. She wanted him to claim her. He simply stood at the end of the bed with twitching fingers.

His muscular chest was free of any clothing and she wanted to run her hands over the chiseled surface, but she stayed. The tension in the air held her in place. Her blue eyes were heavy lidded. Her curls spread over silk in a wild mess. He smiled at her. Had she been standing, her knees would have gone weak.

Leaning forward, he rested on his hands and knees. He crawled towards her with the sleek form of a panther. If he was a jungle cat, she could only hope she was his prey. She prayed he would devour her. His body slowly crept over her. Fire raced through her veins and passion curled her toes. He had yet to touch her and she was already a panting mess. He brought his leg up the inside of hers, his knee sweeping across the length of her soft thighs. A sharp inhale burned her throat. He was so close to where she wanted him. His knee pressed against her desire. she moaned and longed to thrust against it.

"You're so wet for me." He whispered into her ear. She could only moan in reply. "What do you want,Querida?"

She wanted to tell him but lust clouded her vision and desire made her throat dry. She simply raised a hand to touch his lips. Her mouth hung open as she tried to form words. Her eyes met his, glaciers against black flames. She moved her hand to his hair and tangled it in the dark locks. She ground herself against his leg and cried out. It wasn't quite what she needed but the pressure was helping a bit.

"Tell me." He growled, his voice husky with desire.

"You." She managed to croak out. He hummed in satisfaction. He kissed her softly. His lips did not linger; they teased the skin of her neck and danced down her chest, dropping a moist kiss on each nipple, trailed down her taut stomach. His swift tongue escaped his parted lips and burned the skin above her panties. His hands drifted across her sides and his thumbs hooked under the sides of the pale lace and uncovered her sex. She whimpered. He kissed her hip and whispered into the skin there.

"Let me please you, Querida. Let me awaken the sleeping desire within you. You will let me won't you?"

"Yes!" She moaned out.

"Stephanie, wake up!" Her mothers voice shattered her dream.

"I'm up." She called back.

Damn, that was some dream. She could feel the dampness between her thighs and the painful throb of unfulfilled desire. Why had she decided to slow down? She could have had that. Climbing out of bed she hobbled into the shower, her mind still clouded. She decided on a chilled shower. She would need it to face the day after... No. she needed to focus on other things. Things like school and work and Carlos, Carlos, Carlos naked... Crap.

She pulled on jeans and a t-shirt over her lavender bra and black panties. Anything other than white lace... She pulled her hair back and huffed. It was going to be a long day. All through class she was unfocused which her teachers did not appreciate. Mary Lou had questioned her at lunch. She simply blushed and mumbled that it was nothing. when the final bell rang, Stephanie was sure she was super red. She would have to see him eventually.

Walking out of class, mind drifting, she bumped into Joe Morelli. She groaned.

"Hey there, Cupcake." He grinned and somehow his good looks didn't make it any less sleazy.

"Move, Morelli." She growled out.

"Aw, don't be that way, Steph." He said, his hand coming up to caress her arm. She moved out of the way.

"If you want to keep that hand, you'll keep it to yourself. I'm sure you'll need it when Joyce can't take of your boys." With that she walked off. Her thoughts went back to Carlos and silk sheets. She could tell her panties were ruined. Damn.

When Carlos saw her, he smiled It brought back images of last night.

"Let me please you,Queira," he had said.

She didn't waste anytime. When he pulled her into him, she attacked his lips with a new passion. She wrapped around him. School be damned. His hands rested on her hips and his leg came in between hers. Yes, She thought instantly. Her fingers tangled his hair and her hips ground against his leg, her chest pressed against his and his hands gripped her ass. His tongue burned the inside of her mouth and she moaned out his name. He pulled back. She whimpered and tried to follow.

"Steph, Babe, we need to stop. If you want to slow down we can't get carried away."

"Yeah." She tried to agree but damn, his mouth was sin.

"You were eager today. It was quite pleasing but if that happens again, I'll take you."

"Where?"

"Wherever we are." He growled out and kissed her gently. She hummed in approval.

Must not get carried away, she reminded herself.

They hung onto each other a bit longer and enjoyed the position.

"I can feel you pulse against my leg." He whispered in her ear before kissing her cheek. She blushed.

"So, umm., would you like to have dinner with my family this Saturday?" She asked quickly.

He laughed and she delighted in the sound. "After that, how can I refuse." He said dropping a kiss on her nose.

Well, here goes nothing...

THERE YA GOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Did you enjoy her dream? I hope so!

Dinner with the Plums, oooooooo!

THANKS SO MUCH!