Tink was dreaming. It was one of those “I know I’m dreaming, but is it real, and I know I won’t remember it when I wake up” kind of dreams. In the middle of the kaleidoscope of memories flowing in and out like a tide in dreamland, a low growling slowly infiltrated through her consciousness.
Rolling over onto her back and pushing the pillow away from her, Tink was vaguely aware something warm was pressed against her. It felt warm and smelled good. Continuing her roll, she kept her eyes closed as she inhaled deeply.
Yep, warm, masculine, delicious. If this was a dream, she wanted it to continue.
Her thoughts went to J’kar and how good his lips had felt. How she wanted to kiss him again and again. Letting the feeling take over her mind, she remembered the feel of his hands on her and shive
