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“What was I doing?” His eyes darkened as they fixated on my mouth. “What werewedoing?”
I chewed my lip, buying myself time to think of a convincing explanation.
God, was it hot in here? Despite the morning chill, I was burning up. Based on the heat dancing in Ryker’s eyes, so was he.
As he gently placed his hand on the small of my back to slide me closer, the déjà vu was paralysing.
“You’re turned on,” he said, his voice heavy with approval.
I didn’t bother denying it. God knows what I’d done in my sleep. If even one of my fantasy moans had carried over into real life, I was busted.
Beneath the blanket, Ryker’s hand came to rest on my inner thigh, instantly thrusting me back into my fantasy.
“I can help you with that,” he rasped.
This is happening, Ruby. You’re not dreaming anymore.
His fingers played with the hem of the hoodie of his that I was wearing. It had crept up during the night, and was now resting above my navel. If he was to peel back the covers, my damp underwear would be the ultimate give away.
“I can give you the finish you’re craving, Rubz,” he murmured. “Make you scream my name, but forrealthis time.”
Fuck. How embarrassing.
With a groan, I rolled onto my back, hiding behind my hands. Letting out an amused laugh, Ryker came with me, shifting until his body hovered above mine. His strong arms caged me in, his muscles taut and flexing.
My traitorous gaze mechanically drifted lower. Ryker only ever slept in boxers, and for the first time, I was really appreciating his choice in pyjamas – or lack thereof.
There was only so much I could see with the blankets resting over his lower back, but I had no complaints about the teaser. Sign me up for the full feature – and the sequels too. Hell, even the spin-offs.
Gently pulling my hands from my face, he grinned, deep enough for his dimple to appear. “You were having a sex dream about me – aboutus– admit it, Rubz.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, Wheels. I’m a morning sex person and it’s been a while. That’s all.”
“Uh-huh.”
Judging by his expression, Ryker wasn’t even remotely convinced. While each excuse held some truth, I’d never woken up beside Ryker feeling turned on. He seemed very happy with the revelation.
He deliberately pressed his hips against mine. Turns out I wasn’t the only one having spicy dreams. There was an unmissable erection in his boxers, one that caused my body to flood with a desire I’d never known was possible.
I was going to need a cold shower, or better yet, an ice bath. There’s no way I could get through the day this wound up.
“Let me get you off, Rubz,” Ryker pleaded, his voice steady with confidence. “All you have to do is say yes.”
Alarm bells went off in my head, cautioning me of the line this would cross, but my body was quick to silence them all.
Snooze. Snooze. Snooze.
“For argument’s sake,” I began, trying my best to sound nonchalant. “How would you go about it?”
“It depends.”
“On what?”
“Whether you’d rather come on my hand, tongue, or cock.”
I swallowed. Holy shit. Was all three an option?
“Though we should probably start slow,” he went on. “So I’ll take my cock off the table.” He slowly ran his lips along my jaw, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “What will it be, Rubz? Hand or tongue?”
