Sweet Dreams
But tonight, there was no holding back.
“Say it, Lia,” his voice was low, edged with hunger, his dark eyes piercing into hers like a predator who had finally cornered his prey.
She stared at him to be sure he really was real
And no dream, this is Darius the man she had whispered his name in the depths of her dreams, a name she had moaned in the privacy of her fantasies And now, he was standing before her, his breath warm against her lips, his scent leather, spice, and something distinctly male—invading her senses.