Chapter 3
Alex was dreaming. Somehow, he was aware that the dream hadn’t started out that way, that he’d actually been thinking of Bray, and that his mind had wandered. His sleep disturbed by an unrepentant erection caused Alex to lie dozing and finally he had chosen Bray as an image suitable for a bit of harmless indulgence. The man might as well be good enough for something.
Not wanting to dwell on heartache or disappointment, Alex had resolutely shoved those feelings down deep. He concentrated on how Bray had felt moving under him, flat on his back, legs wrapped around him, and even before that—the first time they’d kissed, down on Lusty Glaze beach of all places. The memory remained as vibrant now. He could even hear the rush of the tide coming in at the end of a day joyously wild fo
