Chapter 12Deeply asleep, Devin still fixated on Harry. Her face as he'd last seen her, stricken and sad, tortured his dreams. In his imagination, he took his beloved in his arms the way he'd longed to do at the tea shop. She felt so real, her warmth in his embrace, the scent of her washing over him, igniting his desire. The potent mingling of arousal and protectiveness he felt for her welled up until he thought he might burst with it. Knowing he was dreaming, he felt freer to indulge in the fantasy he scarcely dared entertain while awake. It would be far too easy to take advantage, and that's the last thing I want.
But in this dream moment, he allowed himself the luxury of unfastening her ill-fitting gown, drawing it down her arms and letting it pool on the floor. He imagined her tawny sk
