Page 26 of An Indecent Longing

She remembered drinking with Ben.

A dream. This had to be a dream.

There was no way Ian would be here, in a bed, his arms around her, trying to calm her down.

Her heart rate began to ease back and her lungs loosened enough for her to take a deep breath.

Definitely a dream.

“Good. Now go back to sleep. It’s too damn early.”

Her lips curved in a smile. That sounded like Ian. At least, it sounded like the man she’d known before he’d cut her out of his life with brutal efficiency and left her heart bleeding for weeks.

Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to relax into his dream arms, knowing this was the only time she ever got to spend with him. She hadn’t had a dream about him in…oh, at least a week.

Pitiful.

Yeah, but now that she was, she might as well take full advantage of it.

Lifting one hand to the arm he had curled around her waist, she rubbed her palm against his bare skin.

Now it was his turn to freeze as she let her fingernails lightly scrape his skin. Goosebumps rose on his arm and she thrilled to know she had an effect on him, even if it was only in her dreams.

Sighing, she wiggled her butt even closer, feeling the heat of his thighs under hers and the hard ridge of his erection nestled at the top of her ass.

“Dorrie.”

His voice held a deep rasp, a growl that made her own flesh pebble and nipples tighten until they poked against her thin cotton shirt.

She really wished her Dream Ian would put his hands under her shirt and squeeze her breasts, play with her nipples.

Oh hell, she might as well just wish for him to roll her over, strip her naked, and fuck her hard and fast.

Sighing, she snuggled even closer and lifted his hand to her breast.

Screw it. It was her dream, might as well enjoy it.

“Dorrie.”

Now he sounded hoarse, as if he was having trouble with his own breathing. Why couldn’t the real man be more like her dream?

“Wouldn’t that be nice?”

A few seconds of silence.

“Wouldn’t what be nice?”

She sighed. “If you actually cared about me in real life. I don’t know what happened. Don’t know what I did to make you hate me.”

A pause. “I don’t hate you.”

He’d spoken so low she almost hadn’t heard him. Her brain probably playing more tricks on her.

“That’d be nice if it were true. Too bad you’re just a dream.”

He snorted. “I’m no dream.”

“You are right now. And since this is my dream…”

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