Free Weaver of Dreams by Brenda Sparks

knew where she stopped and he started.
    She allowed the sensation to take her, reveled in his kiss. Zane moaned against her lips, the vibration sent a thrill through her. A soft keening sound pushed from her throat in response.
    Letting go of her hair, his arms snaked around her back, and drew her to him. The hard planes of his muscular form pressed against her soft curves. The evidence of her effect on him pressed hard against her stomach. Maggie melded against him, luxuriating in the feel of him, the way he fit against her.
    She sent a silent prayer to heaven, asking this dream be allowed to continue. Being the first positive dream she experienced in months, the thought it might end sent a sliver of fear through her, but the fear was quickly pushed aside by the desire Zane elicited when his hand moved down her back to cup her bottom.
    Her spirit soared in pleasure. Her hands flowed over his shoulders, down to his lower back. His muscles flex under his shirt in response to her touch. They rippled under his flesh.
    A desire to see those muscles struck her with a force akin to a gale wind. Her fingers found the material at his waistband. She pulled the offensive cloth from his jeans, so her digits could duck under and find his warm flesh.
    Maggie ran the pads of her fingers over his smooth skin, tracing the lines of the muscles from his back around his ribs. When she reached the front of his body, her fingers traced the lines of his abs, and headed south. Just as they reached the top of his jeans, he broke their kiss.
    Zane’s hands grasped hers through his shirt. His breath left his lungs in hard exhales that blew warmly on her face. His forehead rested against hers as he closed his eyes. He seemed to need a moment.
    “You must stop, Maggie.”
    Did he just reject her? Memories of Mark flooded her brain. He too had not wanted to be with her, touch her. What was wrong with her that, even in her dreams, she could not have a handsome man desire her?
    This dream had just become a nightmare . . .

Chapter 10
    Zane struggled to regain his breath. She had done that to him—taken his breath away.
    Kissing her stirred a passion in him he never felt before.
    His intention had been simple. Drive her lust and desire for him to a point her emotions fed his physical body that sat on the bed in her room . . .
    But one kiss—that amazing passionate kiss—changed his intention. The moment their lips met, his mind screamed, mine !
    Feelings of possession and desire mixed, forcing him closer to her. His hand fisted in her hair, but he found it wasn’t enough. He needed more of her, so he pulled her body against his.
    The sensuous feel of her soft curves pressed against him made his body harden. The sensation pushed all thoughts from his mind until only she remained. He hungered for her. Wanted her painfully.
    The feel of her fingers trailing over his stomach brought him to his senses.
    When her fingers touch the waistband of his jean, it brought awareness back to him that had been long gone moments before. He broke the kiss, knowing if it continued, he would have her naked and writhing beneath him in seconds. And while that had been his original intention, he now found that before he knew her physically, he wanted to know her personally.
    Shock flooded his mind as he realized he needed to get to know Maggie as a woman, a person, and not just a sexual conquest—although that too had its appeal. He never before experienced the desire to get to know a human, other than what he needed to learn about them to manipulate their dreams.
    But with Maggie, he wanted to know everything about her. Her favorite book, the places she often went. What was her family like? Did she have many friends? He wanted to know everything.
    “Sweetheart, you are killing me,” Zane whispered, struggling for breath.
    Her expression broke his heart. He wanted to kiss the look away and it took all his well-honed self-control not to do so. What could he have done to