Hale didn’t realize that his wife, Polly, burned with the same passionate cravings he felt…until he sees her aroused by feverish, erotic dreams while locked in an endless sleep. Now he’s even more determined to save Polly and get a second chance to discover her unspoken desires. Will a magical hot spring cure her…or is making her sensual dreams reality the key to awakening this sleeping beauty?

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“Still sleeping,” Maeve mumbled.

Devlin said nothing. She felt his hum, basso profundo, in the acoustic curve of her neck. It reverberated all the way to her feet.

She kicked at the cloud of comforter surrounding them. “Tickle.”

Devlin exhaled audibly.

“That, too!” Maeve cocked her shoulders toward her ears for protection.

The flat of his hand crept around her ribs. He pulled her against his body, skin-to-skin, ten degrees warmer and the rock-solid opposite of the pillows, mattress and covers cocooning them against the winter morning. Not exactly what she’d call spooning, though. Dev was too angular. The man was more of a fork. Or knife.

“One more hour, Dev.” She slit one eye open to confirm her suspicions. “Not even morning, you madman.”

He didn’t reply. Didn’t move. Didn’t soothe or sigh.

He just held on.

That’s what roused her.

Nightmare. He got them now and then. Vivid, bloody awful things. Unconscious musings on worst-case scenarios portrayed across his mind’s eye in full sensory detail. Sight. Sound. Smell. Every negative possibility his conscious mind would never tolerate. He’d described bits of them to her occasionally after spiking awake, wide-eyed, skin flushed to a deep red and more than usually ready for action.

Forget flight. Fight or fuck—that was Devlin’s autonomic response.

Despite their complementary position, he’d cocked his hips away from her. The space created a draft across her bottom. He was holding back. The dream had left him too raw to close that final inch.

She snuggled backward, connecting them.

“Christ,” he hissed. “Your ass is like ice.”

“Helps bring down swelling.”

He huffed a sound of relief as he pushed against her, pillowing the thick heat of his cock against the cool of her cheeks. “Doesn’t seem to be working.”

“How odd.” Maeve didn’t wait long before prompting, “Dev?”

“Shhh.”

“Tell me about it?”

He didn’t answer. Against her back, Maeve could feel the rise and fall of his chest. His breath lulled her like waves against the sand.

Time settled around them, soft as their bed.

“I’ve a story I could tell.” His voice ran rough over words. He sounded like he’d been shouting. “That do?”

The cold skimming her skin’s surface settled in her veins.

She gave his hand a squeeze to distract from her shudder.

“Lovely.”

The well water ran to icy. Enough to make a man shudder befor

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