“I’m not nervous about this anymore.”

“I make all the girls laugh.”

“Bet you do,” she said softly and then took a deep breath, at last moving away from the wheel. “Our options are limited here.”

“Really? What about the berth?”

“This boat doesn’t have a cabin.”

“Really, then what’s this?” he said, waving his hand. A stairway appeared beside him, leading down into the hold.

Her sunglasses disappeared and she rolled her eyes. “I’ve never been any good at manipulating my dreams. If a monster’s chasing me, the best I can hope for is that I wake up before he takes a bite.”

“I’m the master of dreams.” He quirked up a brow. “Will you let me lead?”

Miren bit her lip and her gaze moved to the sea. “This isn’t fair. You know I’m vulnerable to suggestion here.”

“Will you let me take the lead?” he asked again.

Her gaze was troubled when it settled on him, but she shrugged. “Since dreams are your strong suit, all right.”

He held out his hand.

She placed hers inside his. “Feels real.”

“Since we’re tethered, our minds are filling in the details. Our senses are more engaged than in a normal dream.”

“Is that why I can’t seem to give myself bigger breasts?” she muttered, glancing down.

He chuckled. “That’s exactly why.”

“So you can’t super-size yourself?” she quipped.

His smile stretched. “Disappointed?”

“Oh hell, no,” she said, her expression a little pinched and hungry. “There’s…plenty.”

“Come. Enough talk.” He tugged her behind him, smiling at the sound of the pads of her feet down the stairs behind him. They weren’t dragging.

Below, he’d set the lighting to a soft golden glow that illuminated a king-sized bed with a deep sumptuous coverlet and plump pillows. He gave the bed a wave. “You first.”

“What? No foreplay? Not even a kiss?”

A lock of hair fell across one eye as she dipped her head, and he didn’t think he’d ever seen a sexier look. With her lips pouted and just that one eye issuing him a very feminine challenge, he was ready to admit defeat. He had to have her. It had to be now. “Lie with me, Miren. There’s not anything I won’t kiss or touch, but right now, I need you under me.”

“Guess that’s foreplay enough,” she whispered, sliding across the bed to the center, where she stretched atop the dark coverlet, all that luminous pale skin beckoning. Her legs moved restlessly, pulled together and to one side, but as he watched, she parted them. She slid her hand between to cup her mound. “Do you think I’m doing this, touching myself in the bathtub?”

“I hope so.”

“You’re with me there, aren’t you?”

“I am.”

“Are you sleeping?”

“No.”

She drew a shaky breath. “Can you see me?”

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