Page 5 of The Dragon 2
I woke up on Zo’s living room futon with a quick jolt.
GASPING.
The sheets were twisted around my legs.
What the fuck?
My chest rose in ragged pants.
Sweat clung to my skin.
And between my trembling thighs?
Soaking wet arousal.
My clit throbbed and that dream twisted along my skin.
I could hear Zo’s loud snoring from his bedroom.
"Fuck," I whispered, staring at the ceiling. "What the hell was that?"
But I already knew.
Kenji Sato had ruined me.
Even in my sleep.
That felt so damn real.
I blinked, completely disoriented.
Fuck! I wish that was real!
Zo’s living room was still.
Quiet.
My mouth tasted like honey and smoke.
Sweet.
Dark.
Burnt sugar melting on my tongue chased by the phantom of heat. Like I’d licked fire, and it had licked me back.
My core throbbed—deep and slow—the way it always did after I’d come hard.
I felt wrecked.
Stretched open.
My clit buzzed, swollen and oversensitive like it had been worshipped all night. Every inch of me tingled with afterglow, my skin flushed with a fever that had no cause.
Now I realized that the sheets beneath me were soaked and not just damp with sweat. Wet with something slicker, sweeter, and utterly mine. The air smelled like sex—my sex—and the faint citrus-amber scent of the candle I’d blown out hours ago.
What kind of dream was that?
I dragged a shaky hand across my inner thigh, stunned to find more evidence of my climax still clinging there; warm and undeniable.
