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subconscious mind. Her Highlander ramped up his visits each night to ensure he maintained a place in her constant awareness. Her undivided attention during her dreams was no longer enough. He now wanted her mind during her daylight hours as well.
    Although he still never spoke, it was obvious he led Nessa down a path with single-minded determination The seduction level of her dreams served to deepen their relationship even more.
    With an amused huff, Nessa closed her eyes and settled deeper into her seat. Thank goodness the man was in her dreams and didn’t exist in her waking reality. In real life, what in the world would a hunk like that want with a homely little bookworm like her?
    He cradled her chin in his hand and lifted her face to meet his smoldering gaze. Lowering his head, he brushed his lips across hers and traced his fingers along her cheek. With a velvet touch, he tasted her upturned mouth, lingering as though she were a tempting treat he savored.
    She never tired of the scent of him, a luscious combination of the essence of pine, the sea, and aroused male. Nessa inhaled deeper as she released herself to him.
    Leaning into his arms, she molded herself against him. She relished the heat of his hardened body. She starved for his touch, every nerve ending heightened, waiting for his exploration. From his rippling muscles to his velvety skin, she ached to devour him, to enfold him with all of her senses.
    He deepened his kiss, his unrelenting mouth opened hers, demanding complete possession. He closed his embrace, then slid his hands down her back, pulling her body hard against his erection, rock hard and straining against her belly. There was no doubt of what was to come.
    His lips seared a trail down her throat and suckled her tingling breasts. Her knees grew weak. Her mind wasn’t interested in maintaining her balance but in the delights caressing her body. Nessa’s knees buckled; she would’ve collapsed had he not caught her up into his arms and lowered her to the ground.
    Her breath caught in her throat, lips parted with expectation as his body loomed above her. With painstaking care, he ran his hands up her thighs and gently splayed her legs. As he blew against the dark curls at the vee of her thighs, he fixed her with a heavy-lidded gaze. A smile of satisfaction curled his lips as he watched her breathing quicken. Imprisoning her eyes with his own sultry stare, he traced his fingertips down her inner thighs. As he lowered his mouth, he purred with pleasure and introduced her to the other uses of his skillful tongue.
    His mouth was pure, unadulterated rapture. How was it possible for him to ignite so many nerve endings with his inquisitive tongue? Head to the side, she arched her back in ecstasy, burying her hands in his hair. Pulling him tighter into her welcoming heat, she moaned with abandon as he exquisitely tortured her until she thought she would die. Her heart risked exploding from her chest, pounding against her ribs. He suckled her nub into his mouth as he buried his fingers into her greedy depths. Caressing and teasing, he drove her past reason. She was beyond anything but pure sensation.
    Nessa shrieked as her body exploded into delightful shards of bliss.
    “Nessa! Wake up!”
    Nessa grunted as Trish elbowed her in the ribs. Trish glanced around the cabin of the plane before she settled back into her seat.
    “Dammit!” Nessa blew her short curls out of her face and struggled to catch her breath. She needed some air.
    What a dream.
    Fanning her shirt, she squirmed in her seat. Now she needed to change her clothes.
    Trish stretched over Nessa and clicked on the overhead fan. “‘Dammit’ is right. I’m not going to ask what you were dreaming about because me as well as everybody else sitting in coach, and maybe even first class, already knows.”
    With a wicked grin as she adjusted the tray table, Trish caught the eye of the flight attendant and motioned for two glasses of water.
    Pulling a