Chapter Twenty

A hand runs along the inside of my leg up to my inner thigh before sliding over the curve of my hip and waist, fingers dance over my breast eliciting goosebumps where warm lips take over leaving wet, warm kisses as they work their way up over my collarbone. I moan as those lips stop to kiss and suck on my mate mark.

My mind clicks on, no, no, no, not again. I yank my pillow from under my head and go to throw it over my face, but my hand smashes into someone’s head. My eyes spring open, to peer into Rafe’s loving and amused eyes.

“Is there a reason you’re trying to beat me with a pillow, love?” he jests.

I release the pillow and instantly grab his face, pulling it close to mine. “You’re real? Not just another dream?” I ask as I pat his cheeks and smooth his hair.

His chuckle is deep. “Yes I am, babe. Have you been dreaming of me often, though?” He finds th