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swore softly. “Walking away almost crippled me.”
    “Then why…” Again Sophie was forced to clear her throat. Audible speech seemed impossible. “Why did you leave?” A whisper of hurt settled in her chest.
    “I didn’t want to.” Nathan shook his head and regret laced his tone. “But I did have an appointment. One I couldn’t miss. If I’d stayed a second longer with you, I wouldn’t have made it. I wouldn’t even have been capable of making a phone call excusing myself.”
    “Oh.” It wasn’t an acknowledgement of his confession. It was a soft sigh as his words sank in. A realization that perhaps he’d wanted her as much as she’d wanted him.
    He gnawed on his lower lip contemplatively before saying, “I dreamed about you last night.”
    Her chin dropped. He’d dreamt about her ?
    Okay, that idea had never once occurred to her. If it had, she’d have researched the idea to the nth degree.
    “An erotic dream.” His nostrils flared. “So damn sexy.”
    Sophie’s knees turned weak. He’d had an erotic dream. About her.
    Her brain scrambled to analyze how that could be. How he could have been the one doing the dreaming. She needed to understand it, almost as much as she needed to understand her own dreams.
    In a way it kind of made sense. Nathan had made no secret of his desire for her yesterday. Heck, he’d nibbled on her finger and then raced off, denying them both any further physical pleasure. Perhaps repressing his desire had not made it go away. Perhaps the need had remained with him and expressed itself subconsciously—in a dream.
    “Nathan…” She didn’t finish her thought. What could she say? She’d dreamed about him too? The guy would definitely think she was crazy. Or making it up. Besides, Nathan had dreamt about her once. That was all.
    She’d dreamt about him her entire adult life.
    “It’s your eyes, Sophie.” His gaze caught hers, trapped it. “Your bedroom eyes.”
    Her heart seemed to stop beating, just for a second or two, then it kicked back to life, working overtime.
    “Every time I think about them, I…” He stared at her, dazed, as though surprised by what he’d been about to say.
    “You what?” she asked, her voice a mere murmur. She couldn’t speak any louder. Didn’t have the strength.
    His chest rose and fell as he inhaled deeply and then let the air escape in a hiss. She could almost feel it breeze over her cheek, warm and feather soft. “I get an erection.”
    Dear Lord. “D-did you have an erection when you dreamed about me?”
    He’d had one in her dream. A thick, pulsing erection which he’d fed to her. First to her mouth and then to her drenched, swollen, aching pussy. The same pussy that had woken her as it convulsed around the dream erection, clasping it deep within her body, pleasure swimming through her veins, ecstasy abounding… Until the realization dawned that she held nothing but air, and the last of the dream had slipped away, leaving her disappointed, alone and shivering in the aftermath of another mind-shattering, unreal climax.
    His voice was so low when he answered, Sophie nearly came just listening to him. “I had a lot more than just an erection.” He smiled at her, a slow, sensual grin, and kicked a towel off the bed. She hadn’t noticed it there. “Woke up so damn sticky I had to take a shower.”
    Holy shit. He’d come too. “W-why are you telling me this?”
    “The same reason I waited for you to come in here this morning.” His gaze held hers, implored, seduced. “I don’t just want the dream. I want the real thing. I want you.”
    “For what?” She could have kicked herself the second she asked the ridiculous question.
    “For whatever we can have together. Look, Sophie, we can’t kid ourselves. I live a million miles away, and I’ll only be in Sydney another two days. But we’re here now, and whatever forces have thrown us together, this feels good now. It feels right.”
    If by right he meant tingly all