“Rais,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. When she felt his hands on her waist, she grabbed his wrist and moved his hand higher, pressing his palm against her breast and arching into that caress. “Rachel,” she heard him groan and she smiled as she kissed him again, deeper, her mouth pressing against his. When she felt him pull away, she shook her head and cried out for him not to leave her again. With a groan, he kissed her back, hard, taking charge of the kiss and sending shivers throughout her whole body. The dream was wonderful, she thought. This had to be the best dream of Rais she’d ever had and it melted her mind, fizzled electricity through her toes and she wanted to sleep forever. But his hand was moving on her breast and that made her…not really uncomfortable. That wasn’t the word. It made her hot. She kicked the blankets off of her and tried to cool down, but the heat only increased. “Hot,” she sighed and pressed herself against the heat, rubbing her body against his hard length. “Too hot,”
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