The Bed You Make
Chapter 8
A heat-seeking missile. That was Alex's fond complaint about her. He swore that even in a dead sleep Dara could locate any heat source sharing her bed.
Dara snuggled closer to the hard male form beside her. A sleepy smile curved her full lips. She loved these moments between sleep and wakefulness when she could just lie beside her lover and pretend the world of perps and killers and con men did not exist for either of them. Alex loved the early morning moments as well – for very different reasons. ‘No point in wasting all this sleeping all morning,' he would joke, glancing down at the bulge demanding attention beneath the satin sheets.
Still suspended between sleep and consciousness, Dara's body instinctively began the routine it knew so well. One shapely thigh draped itself across tightly muscled male leg and began to rub back and forth. Her knee lightly nudged his crotch in silent invitation. Dara's hand moved to her lover's chest and buried her fingers in the unruly mass of coarse hair that Alex…
The feel of smooth muscle sent urgent messages racing back to Dara's waking brain. Frowning, she stroked the well-defined chest beneath her fingertips. Her hand touched hard metal; Dara gently explored its shape and feel. It was a medallion of some kind. But Alex never wore a meda-
Alarms went off screaming in Dara's head. Her eyes flew open and she found herself nose to nose with a wide-awake Stefan Cassadine. His green eyes, far darker than Dara remembered, bore into her own intensely.
Dara gasped and tore her wrist from Stefan's grasp. “I am sorry!” She scrambled to put some distance between them. “I thought you were- Excuse me.” Dara threw herself from the bed. In her haste to escape Stefan's presence she nearly collided with the small bedside table.
She hurried into the bathroom and fell back against the door. Dara's ears grew hot as she reviewed her earlier unconscious actions. She could only imagine Stefan's reaction to being awakened by the feel of his new wife rubbing against him like some stray cat.
Well, she would just explain the situation. ‘ Oh, yeah,' a little voice taunted her, ‘w on't that just be an interesting conversation! Sorry, Stefan, I thought I was grinding against Alex Garcia! '
Dara sighed and squared her shoulders. There was no point in hiding out in the bathroom. She couldn't stay there forever.