he grips my hair tighter in one fist and keeps me in place as though he fears i 'll pull away from his delicious mouth , and i 'm so afraid this is a dream that my fingers tighten reflexively in his wet hair because if there 's a fire in this hotel , if an army of crazy fans comes storming inside , or if scorpion himself comes into this bedroom , i am still not letting remington tate take his mouth off me .