Usually, I couldn’t remember what I dreamed about, but that one didn’t seem to want to go away. I could still feel how real it felt having his hands on me. His lips. His tongue. His— “You look a little…tense.” I jolted at Dimitri’s deep, husky voice in my ear. I turned my head to look at him. He was right there, in my space, a smirk on his lips. “Rough sleep last night?” I cleared my throat. “No. I slept like a baby.” “Did you? Hmm.” Amusement twinkled in his eyes. “Sounded a little… Oh, what’s the word… Eventful?”
