I rose to consciousness the next morning very reluctantly, snuggling deeply into the nice soft bed that hugged me just as tightly. Even my dreams had been warm.
No, scratch that, they had been hot, sweaty, sinfully erotic. A man with golden eyes had been ravishing me with such sweet reverence, I had never felt so desired nor so aroused. His sweet mouth had nibbled and licked his way all over my body, making sure not to miss a single spot that made me shiver, moan, or whimper. I was begging, panting, and reaching wantonly for him by the time he rose above me to finally claim what was his.
The dream was so hot, so sexy, and left me feeling so achy that I was angry having to wake up without the amazing end that I knew would come if I had continued it.
Quietly groaning in protest, I roll
