Her eyelids grew heavy again. Sleep, she needed to sleep and the pull of it dragged her down.
Warm breath brushed against her breast. She twisted against the mattress, pushing down the weight of the sheets and blankets. Half-lidded and still groggy from sleep, her eyes focused on the hazy gold of the surrounding light and on the naked dark-haired man licking the underside of her breast.
He sucked her nipple into his hot mouth, his teeth grazing the hard nub, and it broke her words. Sensation rioted through her flesh. He looked up and his silver-cast eyes glittered. The hot curl of lust tightened in her belly as he tugged at her nipple with strong, white teeth and she couldn’t help the escaping groan. Her stranger grinned, something wicked, and her heart thudded. He was beautiful, sculpted perfection and she knew him. He was the stranger from her fantasy.
She sucked in a quick breath. A dream, she was in a dream.
“Want me to fuck you, do you, Rachel Sutherland?” His strong hands gripped her hips as he knelt over her, his breath hot over her belly. She ached for him to sink lower, for his mouth, his tongue to find her pussy. “Want me to take you?”
“Yes…” The word escaped on a gasp.
His tongue teased over her mons and he held her down as her hips bucked. “My first taste will be kind.” His breath brushed warmth over her sensitive skin and his silver eyes fixed on her. They glittered and fire rushed through her blood at the sinful promise shining from him. His words teased her. “A single memory to soften what is to come.”