“Am I dreaming?” I couldn’t help my sudden laugh at his bewildered tone. “Dream about me a lot, hmm?” “Maybe.” Heat sparked in his eyes, and his gaze dropped to my lips. “Your fucking mouth,” he groaned, going for me again. My mouth? His fucking mouth. I’d never had a kiss like this in my life. All-consuming, obliterating my senses, making me want more, and more, and more. Nothing else mattered except for the feel of his lips on mine.
