Dream Love
I could feel the heat of his breath as he said, “They got the tumor out, but he was left a bit touched.”
I shuddered at the sensation of his hot breath against my flesh. Ripples of sheer delight traveled my body. I closed my eyes to revel in them. It was then that I realized that if I replaced the expertly tailored suit with a denim shirt and jeans, the same tall, dark, hunky stranger who haunted my dreams was the very same tall, dark, hunky stranger whose deep, breathy, voice caressed me in a way that could only be described as erotic.