Desdemona 'Dezzy' Vashon confides to her cat, Simon, that all she wants for Christmas is a special man to love her. Simon wants that, too. In fact, he wants Dezzy to have the most special man of all. Only, can Simon teach Dezzy to believe in magic that will see both their wishes fulfilled? When Dezzy wakes up to a naked man in her bed, the fur flies, and surrender is inevitable.
In the hours before dawn, Desdemona sighed deeply, a sound that nearly resembled a purr of contentment. She was so warm; the hot flesh curled against her and half over her was delicious. So nice to have a man to hold her.
Her eyelids flew open and she blinked, trying to see. Her vision was hazy; it took several heartbeats before she could actually focus. When she did, she stared into the smiling face of a handsome man. No, handsome failed to describe this beautiful male. She raised the cover and peeked under the duvet¯the beautiful naked male!
"Holy Moly," she told herself. "I'm dreaming."
"Morning, Dezzy." The stranger reached up to stroke her cheek, then finally inclined to her and brushed a light kiss to her shocked mouth.
The kiss felt real. Oh boy it felt real! Dezzy? That's what her dream lover called her. He smiled slyly, then started to lean in to her for another kiss. She wanted that kiss, but this was simply too much for her mind to absorb. At the last second, she put a finger to his lips to stop him. The amber eyes flashed in devilment as his tongue stroked out and laved two fingers. In response, her toes started a slow burn¯she started a slow burn.
"Kiss me, Dezzy, I've been waiting all night for you to awaken." His eyes roved over her face as if she were the most rare and precious object he'd ever seen. "Waiting for you a very long time."
Bloody hell, how was a woman to resist that? If this was a dream it was a wonderful one. "So let me dream," she whispered to herself more than him.
"No, Dezzy. This is real."