Mark released his hold on her hand and framed her face with his palms. “I promise you won’t wake up until you want to.”
Meg sucked in a quick breath. She believed him. Mark was only a part of her dream, but she believed him. Emboldened by his assertion, she closed the remaining distance and kissed him. She didn’t wake up. Smiling, she deepened the kiss, finding it as satisfying as she’d imagined.
Mark tenderly returned her kiss, holding her close, running his hands from her face to her shoulders and back. One hand around her shoulders and the other at her lower back, he rolled Meg over, taking control of the kiss. She didn’t mind in the least. Every moment was sheer bliss. The texture of his lips set her nerve endings on fire as they kissed her lips and neck, brushing softly against the
