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We were more than ten stories above the ground.
The man was insane.
That was my second-to-last thought after I dropped my bag onto the floor and faceplanted onto the bed.
My last was, he had a really great laugh and I couldn’t wait to hear more of it.
“Nebraska.”
My name felt like a soft breeze over my heated skin. The calluses on his fingertips scraped over my sensitive nipple. Feather-soft, his fingers moved over the swell of my breast, down my ribs, over to my belly button, down to my hip. His thumb caught the elastic of my panties, and then they were being dragged down my legs.
I want to see him but it’s too dark. I want to reach out and touch him, taste his skin, explore his body like he’d done to mine but all I could do was hold my breath and wait. Suddenly his hands were gone and his tongue was on the inside of my thigh. I spread my legs wide, giving him room to move where I needed him to go. I was so wet I was dripping. If I wasn’t so far gone, I would’ve been embarrassed. I could hear myself panting. I felt my heart pounding in my chest. My body ached for release.
“Nebraska.”
“Yes,” I moaned. “Don’t stop.”
“Babe.”
Why was he stopping? His mouth was right there. It was so close all I had to do was lift my hips and I’d have him.
Then his tongue was gone.
So was the heat of his body.
But the pulsing between my legs made my entire body shake with the violence of my need.
“Nebraska! Wake. Up.”
Easton’s angry growl jolted my eyes open only to find him standing next to my bed scowling down at me.
Shit.
Shit, fuck, and damn it all to hell.
“Um,” I mumbled.
“Seriously?”
“Uh…” I trailed off not knowing what to say.
His eyes narrowed and one brow arched up in what I assumed was annoyance.
“I was having a bad dream,” I lied. “I was being tortured.” Not a lie. His hands and mouth had indeed been torturing me.
“Right, I’d believe that if you hadn’t moaned ‘don’t stop’,” he countered.
Normally I’d be quick with a better lie but in my fog I had nothing to say.
“Can we please forget you heard that?”
“No.”
“No?” I continued to gaze up at him from my side wondering why I hadn’t gotten out of the bed yet. It wasn’t like I was a man and needed to hide an erection.
I started to roll but stopped and not only because Easton was crowding the bed, making it impossible for me to get up unless I wanted to look like a fool and scramble off the other side. The bigger reason was, sometime after I’d fallen asleep I must’ve woken up and kicked off my jeans. The thin top linen was pulled up from the corner, barely covering my bottom half.
“Did you cover me up?” I amended my question to something more imperative.
