My breathing came in sharp, fast pants as I stood in the doorway of the breakfast parlor. Lord Alecai sat at my usual table in the center of the room. His honey brown eyes were glued to me and had been since I opened the door. The slight, dangerous, upward quirk of his lips reminded me of my dreams last night.
Visions of hot, toned, naked flesh filled my eyes. I saw Lord Alecai half-naked pushing me down in the soft grass is of my clearing, as I had last night in my sleep. I had tried to picture Kane as Lord Alecai's lips traced featherlight kisses along my neck.
Picturing Kane had worked to some extent, but every time Lord Alecai had done something unexpected, I'd lost my grip on Kane's image. And picturing Kane lips on my lips, neck, chest, and lower made me almost more excited than I could stand.
Even now as I saw Lord Alecai and remembered my dreams, I could feel myself growing hot once more over the mere memories of my dreams.
