There was no denying that. As Trinity came to him, wearing nothing but an oversized white work shirt, he knew he was dreaming. She straddled his hips and the heat, the softness, of her was pure bliss. Her mouth came down to press against his and he cupped the back of her head to hold her still. She laughed against his lips as he took the kiss deeper. She was sweet, so sweet. Noah, she whispered again as she broke the kiss and ran her lips down his jawline to his neck. She bit him and he groaned, listened as she laughed again. The sound was a caress, almost palpable against his flesh, and the dull, pulsing need that had lived inside him from the very first time he’d laid eyes on her roared to life. With a snarl he rolled, putting her beneath him. The dream shifted, changed. She was naked, the shirt she’d worn fading away like mist. You want me? He had to hear her say she did. Had to hear that this need wasn’t all on his side. All she did was twine her legs around him and thought died as he felt the slick, wet heat of her rubbing against his cock.
