“Good night,” he grunts.
I’m certain I won’t fall asleep anytime soon. Not with the object of my infatuation laying in the same bed as me. But I close my eyes and the exhaustion of the day hits me and I’m out.
I moan as I come awake. Wow. That feels good. This is a damn good dream. A large hand kneads my breast as another hand splays over my stomach. I grind my ass into the body behind me and feel his hard length push against me.
Whoa. This isn’t a dream. This is real. This is Rowan’s hand touching me, making me wet, making me want to beg for more.
I’m not one to question good fortune. I’ll probably regret this in the morning when he says I’m a mistake again, but I’m grabbing my slice of heaven right now.
I reach behind me and wrap an arm around his head. His lips find my neck and he begins placing open mouthed kisses there. Goosebumps break out across my skin, and I arch to give him better access. He licks and nips at the area until he reaches my ear. There, he bites the lobe and I moan before turning my head so my lips can meet his.
He nibbles on my lower lip, and I gasp at how good the sting of his teeth feels. He uses the opportunity to thrust his tongue into my mouth. My tongue rushes to meet his. Our tongues duel as his hand on my breast becomes more aggressive.
When he pinches my nipple, I groan and lose his mouth when my head falls back against his chest. He continues to torture my nipple with one hand while his other hand travels from my stomach down my front until he hits my panties.
His hand sneaks underneath the material and finds my seam where he brushes his finger up and down. It feels good, but it’s not enough. I throw my leg over his opening myself up to him.
“Good girl,” he mumbles.
If I could speak, I’d tell him I’m not a good girl. But the ability to talk leaves me when his finger finds my clit. He rubs circles around it until I’m grinding my core into his hand, silently begging for more. He doesn’t disappoint. His hand moves lower until he finds my center. He thrusts into me, and I groan from how freaking wonderful his thick finger invading my body feels.
This is better than anything I could have imagined in my dreams. And, trust me, it felt pretty damn good in my dreams. I have an excellent imagination.
“Ride my hand, Ash.”
Yes. Oh god. Yes. He remembers who I am. He’s not merely dreaming or taking advantage of having a willing woman in his bed. It’s me and he knows it.
My arm around his neck tightens as I follow his instruction and ride his hand. My other hand moves to my neglected breast, and I play with my nipple.
“Holy fuck, that’s hot.”
“Hell yeah, it is,” I croak, surprised I still know how to use words with everything my body is feeling.
Each time he plucks at my nipple, my walls tighten around his finger, and I become even wetter. He adds another finger and goodness gracious does it feel good to be full of him.
Tingles spread from my stomach and my entire body heats as my climax barrels down on me.
“I’m going to—”
Before I can finish the words, I jump off the cliff into a pool of pleasure. I hear moaning and realize it must be me. I’m not embarrassed, though. I’m too busy enjoying the ride to care about what sounds I’m making.
I ride out my orgasm until my body is spent and I collapse against the heat of Rowan’s body. I can feel his cock hot and hard against my ass. I reach down to squeeze him.
“Ash, don’t.”
“Why not?”
“If you keep squeezing me, I won’t be able to stop myself from having you, and I don’t have a condom.”
“Not a problem. I’m on birth control and I’m clean.”
He moans as I twist my wrist and squeeze him. “You’re sure?”
I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. This is my every sexual fantasy come true.
“Yes,” I hiss.
He grasps my wrist and places my hand back around his neck before pulling down his boxers. My panties are shoved to the side before he places his cock at my entrance.