I never thought my chest was worth swearing over. My boobs are on the small side of average, no more than a handful. But the way Callum gawks at them, like he’s a starving man staring at a turkey leg, makes me feel like a goddess.

I tug a hand through his hair. “You’re making me blush.”

His hazel eyes pin me. Even in the dim lighting of the bedside lamp, they shine, their intensity undeniable. “You’re stunning, Nikki. Every inch of you.”

Leaning forward, he runs his tongue over my breasts. With each lick, I’m panting, tugging at his hair, clawing at his shoulders. My chest swells for the millionth time at just how damn good Callum’s mouth feels on me.

As fun as it was to dream about Callum, being with him in real life is a billion times more satisfying.

When I’ve exhaled every molecule of air, he trails his kisses down my stomach. He presses a massive hand on my torso, pushing me flat on the bed. Already my senses are lost in a pleasure fog. Every time Callum’s lips land on me, my brain short-circuits.

“I had a dream like this,” I finally say. I’m too turned on to be embarrassed anymore.

“So that explains that look on your face a bit ago.”

I nod.

“Tell me about it.”

I shake my head, regaining a smidgen of dignity. “You’ll think I’m a creep.”

“Well, now I have to know.” He lowers his face to my thigh. His breath on my skin drags a groan out of me.

“I had a sex dream about you after I saw you naked at the beach,” I finally say.

“Really?” he growls against my skin, amusement coloring his tone.

He kisses up the inside of my left thigh, then plants his mouth at the top of my right thigh. That sensitive spot in between pulses so hard, I can feel it all the way in my ears.

He turns his head, breath warming that spot between my legs. The muscles in my thighs twitch at the anticipation. He’s so close. So freaking close and still he won’t give it to me. What a damn tease.

“I want to hear about your dream.” There’s a smile in his tone. He sounds pretty smug at the thought of being the star of my fantasy.

“You were . . .” My chest heaves when I pant. The way he teases, the way he builds up is both torture and heaven. He knows exactly what I’m aching for, but he won’t budge. Not until I give him what he wants.

I lean up, locking eyes with him. “You were apologizing to me in my dream by going down on me. For being a jerk when we met.”