" You were dreaming?” A hell of a dream from the looks of it. He released her arms.
The moonlight flickered in her eyes, and even in the dark he saw her flush. “I know,” she said, staring at him.
There was a breathy tone to her voice that made him think things he shouldn’t. God, she smelled good. What was it about her skin? He didn’t try to move and she didn’t either. “What was it about?”
“You…me.”
It was a struggle to keep from pressing closer to her. ‘What were we doing?”
“I could show you.”
His throat was as tight as his groin. “Show me. "

― Anita Clenney , Fountain Of Secrets (Relic Seekers, #2)