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I rocked against his hand impatiently, showing him exactly what I wanted. His breath tickled the sensitive skin behind my ear as he chuckled deeply.
“How much do you want this, Ruby?”
“As much as you do.”
With a growl, he slipped his hand beneath the material and parted me, putting me out of my misery.
I jarred against his chest when his finger found my clit. He wasn’t wasting time.
“God. You’re so wet.”
All because of him.
I didn’t have the strength to tell him that. I was so worked up I was finding it difficult enough to breath, let alone talk.
I sighed happily when he pushed a finger inside and started moving. Instant pleasure began to swell, waves and waves drifting towards the same crashing tsunami.
With his spare hand he held me steadily against his chest, his fingertips splayed across my ribs and lower breasts.
Each time I ground against his wrist, my ass grazed his erection, which was only growing harder. The thought of having it inside me intensified my pleasure.
Ryker’s finger intuitively found my most sensitive spot, applying a pressure that had me seeing stars.
“Ryker,” I moaned.
“Yes, Ruby. Just like that. Ride my hand like you’re about to ride my–”
I woke with a start, my chest heaving up and down as though I’d just run back-to-back marathons. Exhaling steadily, I took a moment to make out where I was. A slither of light filtered through the gap in the drapes, just enough to figure it out.
Relax, Ruby. You’re in Ryker’s room. That was a dream.
To be certain, I quickly patted down my body. My underwear was still on, and there were no male hands between my legs. It was both a relief and a disappointment.
The thin sheen of sweat on my chest was proof of just how real the dream had felt. And as I crossed my legs, I felt the lingering dampness that had built in my underwear, the result of Ryker’s fingers working my–
“Rubz?”
I nearly jumped out of the blankets. So focused on distinguishing my dreams from reality, I’d completely forgotten Ryker was beside me... the very same guy who’d just been fingering me in my fantasy.
Perfect.
Taking a measured breath, I rolled onto my side to face him, something I had done countless mornings before, only this time it was almost impossible to keep a straight face.
“Yeah?”
“What were you dreaming about?”
I quickly scrambled for a lie.
“It was a nightmare actually.”
Ryker’s lip quirked. “A nightmare?”
“Yep.”
“Was I in this–” He paused, mimicking air quotes, “–nightmare?”
“You were,” I reluctantly admitted.
