She heard another growl, it seemed far away (but was very close) and he rolled again, this time into her. She took that opportunity to kiss him again and slide herself against his hard, jeans clad thigh.
Shivers of fire shafted through her and she clutched onto his shirt like she was never letting go.
His arms tightened around her but his mouth tore from hers and he growled, “Fucking hell, baby doll.”
“Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice sounding desperate because she was desperate, the dream could end at any minute. Her hand went into his hair to force his lips back to hers. “Please, don’t stop or the dream will end.”
She felt his body still and her insistent hand in his hair was getting her nowhere.
She opened her eyes and saw he was watching her.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
“Sonia –”
The hand not at his head roamed, down, down, to drift over his behind. “I don’t want the dream to –”
She didn’t finish speaking because she heard a cell phone ringing just as she felt it vibrate against her hand.
Dreams didn’t have phones ringing.
Or, they did, but only to wake you up.
She waited.
It kept ringing.
It kept vibrating.
Sunlight, his warm hard body, his tight, strong arms, his heavy weight and that damn phone vibrating against her hand all intruded.
She wasn’t dreaming.
Sonia’s eyes, still locked with his, widened.
Memories flooded.
The intruders the night before.
Then he was there.
Then, her puppy.
No, that couldn’t be right, she was hallucinating.
But something had happened because he was right there.
How could she forget last night?
With a fearful noise escaping her throat, violently she tore from his arms and jumped from the bed.
Stopping several feet away, she whirled to stare at him.
Her dream man.
Now up on a forearm watching her closely from a bed in her parents’ cabin.
“This isn’t a dream,” she whispered.