CREAMS AND BLUES DANCED before me. Even a few rapid blinks didn’t bring clarity to them. I rubbed at my lids, tried again—same result. I was pretty certain I was home, in our bed ... but how?
A heavy weight pinned my stomach. Great warmth spread across my back. When I tried to turn, the weight grew heavier, pulling me backward, until the heat at my rear rose and soft breaths fell against the nape of my neck.
I inhaled and sighed. Either I was dreaming—another good one—or I was actually in bed with Sean. Another inhalation drew his heady muskiness into my nostrils, and I knew I had to be awake. He’d never smelled so strong in my subconscious.
To check, I whispered, “Sean?”
An exhalation followed a low grunt.
Definitely Sean, but he sounded as though still under. Teeth gritted against m
