"Zachariah Shannon, wake up!"
His eyes fluttered open at the demand.
"Laney."
A lamp burned next to the bed, and Laney, gloriously nude, her skin golden in the lamplight, straddled his hips, a frantic expression on her lovely face. When he made eye contact, she smiled in relief. "Thank heavens. I thought you were never going to wake up."
"God, I'm sorry, Laney." Sweat coated his body, though not as much as if the dream had run its full course. "Did I hurt you?" Damn, he should have never thought he was ready to sleep with someone - especially, not someone as delicate and precious as Laney.
"I'm fine. You shook, more than you thrashed. You didn't strike out at all."
"Thank God." He pushed himself to a sitting position so he could pull her into his arms. "I'm so sorry. I'd thought...th
