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bed. “Magnus,” she gasped. She relaxed in his arms, the sensual pleasure of the dream rolling though her until she closed her drowsy eyes.
    â€œReality challenges our dreams. I need you.”
    His erection swelled inside her. The thick hardness engorged to make her catch her breath. Lifting himself up onto his arms, he eased in and out of her. He probed. His eyes glittered. The spark she found in his gaze added to the tingles. She reached up to caress the firm muscles of his shoulders before she wrapped her arms around his neck. His first deep thrust made her eager for more. He took up a rapid pounding pace that forced her down into the mattress with each reentry.
    He’d never been like this before. His deliberate movements gave no allowance for her to dictate their pace. Tonight, she’d no choice but be receptive. He pummeled her, obliterated any thought she might have but him. She closed her eyes, her rapid breath racing with his.
    Orgasm clenched her muscles so she clasped him tight inside her, to fight to hold his hot flood deep within. She dissolved into blissful perfection. “I adore you,” she moaned. His flow slowed, and she eased her thighs clamped on his waist.
    His heavy breaths hid any words she could recognize, but his satisfied groan filled her with pleasure. Closing her eyes, she drifted on a tide of satisfaction.
    * * * *
    Sian woke to light spilling in from between the wide curtains. Moving her stiff limbs, she spread her thighs so she could pull back to ease away from him. He mumbled in his sleep. Sighing, she sank down with a soft moan, and eased her aching muscles. Good God, she’d spent months doing yoga, but tonight it hadn’t helped at all.
    Was an all night lock with your partner wolfie or tantric? Who the heck knew? He’d sure made her wonder.
    Her wish for a chase through the woods when they had visited Hatfield began all this. She’d enticed him in the dream she’d led, but perhaps she’d not repeat the scenario for a while. The low sound of her name spread contented warmth through her . Turning toward him, she hooked her leg over his and rested her arm about his waist. She sprawled onto her stomach to go back to sleep.
    A fresh call of “ Sian ” pried into her peace. A shiver raced down her spine, but she fought off the enticement to another dream, because this one came from someone other than Magnus. The screechy voice was somehow familiar. It belonged to someone with glossy dark hair and cold eyes, a person who yelled so loud the noise grew to painful howls. Silly, it couldn’t be Franklyn. He couldn’t call to her, not from the rest home. Another shriek echoed but she ignored it.
    As if she’d dream with a howler. Too tired to consider more about the interruption in her thoughts, she edged closer to Magnus’s warmth.
    He tightened his arm about her and sleep blotted out everything else.

Chapter 4
    The tenth of November, the day for the film shoot, drew nearer, and although Sian’s preparations for the event were impeccable, Magnus’s concerns grew. His recollection of the day she first came to the house, all business, bold and sassy, regenerated. How he’d wanted her despite it, or because of her reaction when he faced her down. Courage like hers was rare. Heaven help him, he’d discovered more of its depths these last two months. Sian’s bravery gave him hope, and he took a gamble on it. Faced with her sheer determination, he had tested fate and chanced she might leave him after he’d explained to her why he lived alone as he did. He remained uncertain if he should accept the joy of the love she offered. There were few people like Sian.
    Each dawn, as the shoot-day approached, he dwelt on the need to find another place to spend his time during the days when the whole camera team, the musicians, dancers, sound crew, and all the many others she’d explained would be necessary for the film,