Dream? No. Have visions of, erotic, lust-inducing visions? Yes. "I want to hear you tell me," Brenna purred, lifting her head again to draw his gaze deep into her own eyes. She lifted one hand, drew her fingers along his mouth; tracing the bow of his upper lip, the lush bottom. "I want to hear you. Need to hear them from you. About those times in the darkness, when your only light are the stars that explode behind your eyes when I make you come." Her teeth grazed the line of his throat, scraping and teasing but once again, not hard enough to bring the ruby blood to the surface.