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settled on her waist, thumbs hooked under the slim band of leather.
    “I was thinking the same thing.”
    The belt he referred to was not the one holding up his pants, but the decorative one that went with her dress.
    Gazes glued to one another, they got rid of the offending accessories. By the time Gregory finished unbuttoning her dress, Devin felt ready to explode. When it fell to the floor, a puddle of starched pastel blue cotton, she was only too happy to step out of it.
    He inhaled abruptly and uttered a word that sounded too reverent to be an oath. A glance down revealed she was not wearing her usual no-frills bra and white boy-cut cotton panties. Rather, she was clad in the foundation garments that had been popular back in the day, as well as a pair of sheer silk stockings that Devin knew without looking had the prerequisite seam up the backs of her legs. The garters that held them up were practical, but that didn’t make her feel any less sexy in them.
    “I feel like a pin-up girl,” she murmured, striking a pose.
    “You’re a lot prettier than a pin-up.”
    She started to sigh, only to suck in a breath when Gregory dropped to his knees. Despite their earlier rushing and impatience, he took his time unhooking the stockings from the garters. Afterward, he painstakingly rolled the sheer silk down the length of her legs. The light touch of his fingertips on the sensitive insides of her thighs nearly tipped her over the edge, especially when his mouth mimicked their path.
    “My turn,” she managed in a hoarse whisper.
    Emboldened, she helped to rid him of his trousers and boxers.
    Perfection.
    That’s what he was. From his well-defined biceps and a chest that looked as if it had been carved from granite, to his washboard abdomen. An inviting line of dark hair drew her eye south. Devin sucked in a breath, felt her body tighten and tingle in reaction.
    Oh, yeah. Perfection.
    And he was ready for her. Still, he didn’t rush. Rather, he lowered himself onto the edge of the mattress and drew Devin forward until she was standing between his legs. He unclasped her bra and his mouth found one breast, laved her taut nipple, before moving to the other one. He was patient, so amazingly patient and focused. Even when her body trembled in anticipation and her head tipped back on a moan, his pace remained unhurried.
    His hands caressed the undersides of her breasts, leaving gooseflesh in their wake. When his thumbs flicked over her erect nipples, she moaned a second time and nearly begged him to satisfy the hunger gnawing inside of her.
    “Have you any idea how many times I dreamed of this?” he murmured.
    Devin could just barely make out his words over the blood rushing and roaring in her ears.
    “Dozens.…Hundreds,” she replied. “I have, too.”
    Since that first dream she’d had years earlier when she’d spied him in a crowd and had known—
known
—he was the one. She’d awoken in tears, sure she would never see him again. Every dream after that had been bittersweet given the ending, but she kept that thought to herself. As crazy as it seemed, she didn’t want to acknowledge this was all a dream—always had been and always would be—and ruin the moment.
    An overwhelming sense of desperation stole over her. She didn’t want to wake up yet. She couldn’t. Not without knowing…without experiencing…
    With strength she didn’t know she possessed, Devin changed their positions and pushed him backward until he was lying on the mattress. Putting her knees on the edge of the bed, she followed him down. Springs creaked in protest. In her real apartment, Devin would have worried about disturbing the neighbors. Here, she was only vaguely aware of the sound. And, free of such concerns, as well as her own inhibitions, she straddled his body, poised just above him.
    He glanced toward the nightstand. “Shouldn’t we…?”
    She stopped his question with a kiss. No need for protection in a dream, she