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completely limp, consciousness
fading fast. “Incredible,” she whispered into his chest, numb, exhausted,
breathless.
    The man jerked out of the hands holding him and sat up,
taking her with him.
    “Yuri,” a voice warned.
    “I’m okay,” the dark one said. “You two can leave. I won’t
hurt her.”
    “Are you sure?” the woman asked.
    “I’m sure.” His arms tightened around Reggie.
    Why were they talking as if she wasn’t there? Reggie wanted
to shout out loud, Hello. I’m here, this is my dream, you should at least
act like you’re part of my thoughts.
    The shadow woman sighed. “I was having fun.”
    “Leave,” was the solid, quick response from the man still
sunk deeply inside her.
    Maybe it was better that she was asleep, or she might be
mortified by her state of wanton desire and undress.
    “We’ll go.” Two sets of footsteps faded away and a door
closed with a soft snick.
    Reggie balanced in the dark one’s lap, her breasts tickled
by the hairs on his chest. Sitting up, lying down…it didn’t matter. She liked
the feel of his skin against hers, his cock inside her, still hard, thick and
filling. The light musky scent of his maleness assaulting her senses. She
wanted to see him, to fill her visual senses as full as all her other senses
were.
    A kiss feathered across her lips and then words puffed
against her ear. “You’re beautiful.”
    “Are you?” Despite her new determination to keep her eyes
closed and make the dream last all night long, her eyelids flickered open and
she stared into the face of her rescuer from the alley. She definitely was
dreaming.
    “Am I dreaming?” she asked, her voice a whisper, tentative
against the silence of the room, praying the answer was yes.
    He smiled, the twinkle in his eyes making him even more than
devastatingly handsome. “You’re awake.”
    She could fall into those mesmerizing eyes, and she swayed
toward him, the incremental movement enough to establish her nudity, their
intimate connection and the fact that this was not a dream.
    His hands splayed across the skin of her lower back, holding
her steady, the texture of his fingers pressing into her flesh, reassuring at
the same time as it was unsettling.
    As if she were still struggling out of the fog of sleep, she
glanced down at her breasts. The rosy nipples were taut and pointed where they
nestled in the dark curls sprinkled across his upper body.
    “I must be dreaming,” she argued, feeling a frown pull her
forehead downward. She glanced back up at him, tipping her head to the side. “I
seem to have lost my shirt.”
    He nodded toward the floor. “I had to cut it off you.”
    “And the rest of my clothes?”
    “That wasn’t completely my doing.”
    Reggie shook her head. “I don’t understand.” Her hair
brushed across her shoulders, the feel of it on her skin sending tingling nerve
flashes downward where her bottom rested on his thighs. His cock twitched
inside her.
    Her eyes rounded, her heart skipping several beats before
slamming against her ribs. “What have we done? What the hell’s going on?” She
struggled to free her knees of the tangled sheets.
    His fingers curled around her waist. “Slow down before you
get hurt.”
    Slapping at his hands, she rolled to the side and stood,
searching for something to cover herself. She grabbed for a pillow and held it
in front of her like a shield. “Who are you, and where am I?”
    “I’m Yuri Kovak.” The sexy lilt of his words sounded Russian
or Romanian. “I brought you to my apartment because you were wounded and in
need of my assistance.”
    Balancing the pillow against her breasts, she felt along her
shoulder for the bullet wound and found nothing. A quick glance over her
shoulder confirmed there was no wound there as well, no sign of an entrance or
exit wound. Her foot nudged the ruined black tank top on the floor. It was
coated in dried blood. Her blood.
    “How?” She stared across the bed at him, watching him
wearily