His lips brushed my shoulder seductively, then nibbled my collar bone. My skin heated with each contact as I anticipated where those lips would touch next. Heat pooled low in my belly, and my muscles clenched with want.
When he finally reached my lips, I opened my eyes to eagerly return his kisses, but it wasn't Christian who leaned over me. It was Grant.
I blinked in surprise, but the change didn't stop me. If anything, I wanted him even more. I kissed him with a hungry fervor and couldn't get enough of the taste of his skin, salty with sweat. I scored his back and shoulders with my nails to drive him closer as he peeled the tiny bathing suit from my body. Droplets of blood trickled down his back, but neither of us stopped or even slowed down. We couldn't get close enough. I needed to consume him, and be consumed by him.
I woke up, sweat drenched and panting.