Page 97 of Untouchable
“A little.”
He felt something painful clamp down on his heart. “Does that scare you away?”
She shook her head. “No. I’m not going anywhere.”
He let out a breath, amazed that someone could know him so well, so deeply, and stay by his side in spite of that. He reached out to pull her against him, holding her close since it was the only way he had at the moment for expressing his feelings.
He wanted to do so much more, but that wasn’t yet being offered.
It was still dark when Caleb woke up.
Blinking, he adjusted to the darkened room and glanced over at the bedside clock. Four-fifteen. He usually woke up naturally at dawn, so he wondered what had woken him up now.
Then he heard it.
Kelly moaned beside him.
Rolling over quickly, he peered at her, his senses immediately alert. She was lying on her back, her hair a tousled mess around her. She was still sleeping, but the covers had slipped down to her waist.
The shirt had come unbuttoned and was revealing a lot of her neck and one shoulder, and one of her arms was draped over her belly.
As he watched, she moaned again, her features tightening for a moment with the sound.
Caleb couldn’t tell if it was a nightmare or an erotic dream, but his body reacted to the low, throaty sound of her groan.
She gave a little grunt, and her body shifted on the bed. When his eyes slid lower, he could faintly see that her nipples were tight and were poking out wantonly through the cotton.
Smothering a groan of his own, Caleb felt his cock start to harden.
“Eh,” Kelly huffed in her sleep, her head tossing gently on the pillow.
Caleb’s body was suddenly way too hot, so he pushed the covers down impatiently.
Kelly’s arm flew up from her belly to the pillow above her head, and she gasped in a vague response before she grunted softly again.
Caleb was almost fully erect now, and he was hard-pressed not to reach down to his own cock. Kelly must be having an erotic dream. She must. She made those kinds of noises when she was close to orgasm.
He was considering waking her up when her body jerked again. “No, no, no,” she mumbled, still in her dream.
Caleb’s spine stiffened, and his heart lurched painfully. It must not be a good dream after all.
Reaching over, he gently shook Kelly by the shoulder. “Kelly. Kelly, wake up.”
“No,” Kelly gasped, flailing in response to his touch. “No! Murderer.”
He flinched at the word. “Kelly!” he said sharply, needing her to wake up because he couldn’t stand to hear her sound so helpless.
Her eyes flew open on a frantic huff, and she gaped at him.
“You were dreaming,” he explained thickly, torn between concern and hot arousal.
“Oh,” she panted, staring at him blindly. After a moment, she whimpered a little and burrowed into him.
He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly. “Was it bad?” he asked.
She was shaking and gasping against him, but he could swear that she was aroused. Her body justfeltaroused as she squirmed against him.
Or maybe it was merely wishful thinking.
