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I needed to shake off the remnants of the dream and get ready for the day ahead.
But when I tried to sit up, I couldn't.A heavy arm was wrapped around my waist and held me anchored against a hard, muscular body.
Atticus.
The heat that had enveloped me in my dream was very real.
It was far too hot.Furnace-like, and I tried to shift and adjust and realized I was imprisoned.An arm was wrapped around my waist, and I was atop a very hard body.
And right between my legs, was… Oh my God, his pulsing dick wasright there.
When I tried to shift my hips away, the length of his cock followed me.I realized I had been rubbing against him, and sometime in the middle of the night, his dick had started to jut out of the top of the pajama pants he'd worn to bed.
Heat suffused my face, and my gaze darted up to his.
Did he know?Was he awake?
I stared at him for a long moment, holding my breath, assessing.
It wasn’t my fault.I was asleep.I could hardly be held responsible for what I did in my sleep.I’d gone to bed wearing pajama shorts and a silk camisole.The strap of my camisole had fallen down somewhere in the shift of me apparently climbing Atticus like a tree.And my shorts had bunched up, making room for his dick to shift under the opening and stroke my panty-clad clit.
Also, the man was gorgeous and stunning, even while sleeping, and his arm was not only wrapped around me, but it was cupping my ass, holding me firmly against him.
His hand squeezed my ass, rocking me ever so slightly over the length of him, and my gaze snapped back up to his face.There was no tension around his mouth, no frown that I was used to seeing.He was asleep.He looked completely at ease and relaxed.The little motion happened again, and I bit back a moan.
Fuck.I couldn't do this.I needed to get out of there.I tried to shift and adjust myself, but there he was again, and this time, he rolled.His hands on my ass again, rolling me to the side, pressing me tight against him.His massive hand palmed me easily, holding me in place and then rocking me against him.
A zing of electricity started to snake up my spine.
Fuck.Oh God.My eyes fluttered shut as he rolled again.
"Mmmm," Atticus murmured in his sleep."That's it.Just like that, Gwen."And he rocked me against him again.
Gwen.He was dreaming of me?
No.
Another moan slipped out.
Oh God, this was wrong.
I didn't want to like this.I wanted to hate him.
But fuck me, he was hard, and big, and felt amazing, and the little thrusts happening now against me were making my brain swim, making my thoughts fuzzy as the little motions sparked zings of lightning that poured through my blood.
I bit my lip to stop the soft moans and needy sounds that kept sliding from my throat.
He rubbed, and stroked, and rolled, and moaned, damn him.And the sound did something to me, swirling in my belly and making me twist a little over him.
With his other arm, he tucked me even closer to him, dropping his head to kiss my shoulder."Feels… good.Come all over… you.Throat.Pussy… in your ass."
I froze.He wanted to what?
And why did heat spike my blood at the thought.
My mouth dropped open in a silent cry when his hand found my breast, his touch even more intimate and arousing than it had been in the dream.
I was so turned on my panties were soaked as he slid his cock over the fabric, and I whimpered in protest when he stopped brushing his lips over my shoulder.
