“More,” I whisper just as my hand grips the top of his and guides it slowly down my stomach.
There is one thing on my mind . . .
I want him between my legs.
I need him between my legs.
“Touch me,” I whisper. “Make me come.”
“Fucking hell,” he says, and I pause his hand one more time.
Why do I know that voice?
I release his hand and reach behind me, connecting with a strong chest, a body built for protection. His hips thrust into my backside, reminding me how hard he is, and that’s when my eyes blink open, and the sun coming in from the window momentarily blinds me.
It takes me a few seconds, but when I finally gain my bearings and feel a hand at my stomach, toying with the hem of my shorts, I turn around to find Eli sleeping.
“Oh God,” I say loudly, causing him to fling his eyes open.
He assesses what’s going on, and when he realizes his hand is almost down my pants, he springs backward, flying right out of bed and onto the floor.
When he stands, he dives his hand through his hair, and together, as if there is a giant neon sign pointing south, we both look at his crotch and take in his massive erection.
And I mean . . . massive.
“Fuck.” He drops his hands in front of him. “Shit, I’m sorry, Penny. I didn’t, fuck, I was dreaming. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I say while I adjust my top to make sure everything is covered. “I, uh, I was dreaming too.”
Only, right now, I kind of wish I didn’t wake up.
His teeth roll over his bottom lip as his eyes glance down at my hardened nipples, and at this moment, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything sexier in my life. Eli Hornsby, hair all a mess, chest muscles rippling as his hands attempt to cover his erection, while his eyes blaze.At me.
Silence falls between us as we both attempt to catch our breaths, our eyes staying connected.
Look at him. What I wouldn’t give for him to lower his hands, walk over here, and finish what he started.
I’d savor the moment, begging and pleading with him to please take away this unbelievable heaviness that rests between my legs.
“Uh, I should probably go . . . take a shower.” He nods toward the bathroom.
Ughhhh, noooooo.
Come over here.
Rip my shirt off.
Run your tongue all over my body.
Let me feel you inside me . . . one more time.
“Yeah, a shower sounds like a good idea. I’ll just, uh, lie here.”
Good one, Penny. He doesn’t need the play-by-play.
“Okay.” Hands kept in front of him, he moves around the bed and into the bathroom, where I hear the shower turn on immediately.
I throw my head back on the pillow as my body attempts to calm down from what I just went through. I thought it was a very realistic dream, yet it felt so real because it was real. It was his hand caressing me, pinching my nipple. It was his hard-on behind me and his breath on my neck. It was all real, and God, do I wish I was in that shower with him.
