his control began to slip when she arched her hips , and again when she slid her hands over his shoulders and whispered his name , but when he opened his eyes and looked down at her matt was lost : this was n't a figment of his fevered imagination-the girl he had loved was the woman in his arms ; the beautiful face that had haunted his dreams was inches from his , flushed with desire , her shining hair spilling over his pillow .