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He lets out a contented, sleepy sigh and kisses the top of my head.
In his arms, with his warm, solid body between the world and me, this is the safest I’ve ever felt.
I’m scared to get used to it.
CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT
Dex
Numbness crawls up my arm,pulling me from sleep.
Emily. Snuggled up next to me. One of her legs entwined with mine and most of her upper body on my trapped arm.
The darkness of night still surrounds us. Careful not to wake her, I slide free.
She sighs and turns over. I roll to my side, curling myself around her and rest my hand on her hip, drifting back to sleep.
A few minutes—or hours—later, a different pain wakes me. My rock-hard dick nestled against Emily’s ass.
No, it’s not the erection that woke me. It’s Emily’s hips, slowly rocking in her sleep. The dreams running through her head must be filthy as fuck. She moans.
I better be the only other person in that dream.
She shifts again and I’m consumed with the need to touch her. I slide my hand to her hip, finding soft, bare skin. All she wore to bed was a skimpy tank top and now it’s tangled up around her waist.
I bury my face in the crook of her neck and taste the salt from her skin.
“Mmm,” she sighs, and grinds her ass against me again.
My skin burns in all the places we’re touching. Almost feels too tight for my body. I slide my hand along her hip to the crease of her thigh. Her skin’s so silky right here. I think this is my favorite spot.
Her legs shift again. I wedge my hand between her thighs and hiss as my fingers slip against her hot, wet skin.
She gasps, coming fully awake.
“Stay just like this.” I kiss her neck. “I’m going to stroke your clit.”
Her breath hitches and she parts her legs to give me room.
“Good girl,” I whisper, dragging my wet fingers to trace slow circles around her clit. “Keep your eyes closed.”
She whimpers and nods.
For a while, I take my time, just slowly stroking and touching, discovering where she likes my fingers the most. The way she shudders and stretches against me is its own reward.
She lifts one arm and hooks it around my neck, lifting her shirt to uncover more skin.
“That’s it.” I drag my thumb over her clit. “Feel good?”
“Y…yes,” she stutters and gasps, rolling her hips, rubbing herself against my fingers.
“Do you want my fingers in your pussy?”
“God, yes,” she whispers. “Please.”
“Show me how much you want them.”
She twists her lower body and places her hand over mine, dragging it down and pressing hard.
