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He’s not the nightmare; he’s the dream.
“It was nothing, Luke. I promise. I was just scared, and I was looking for you.”
Turning my head, I gaze into his eyes. His expression is dire, still a little frightened, but he never lets me go.
“Well, I’m here now,” he replies, pulling me closer. “So you can sleep.”
Nestling into the pillow and focusing on the cadence of his breath and the beat of his heart, I finally manage to drift off.
Waking up in Lucas’s arms is agonizingly wonderful. The lean muscles of his arm are still wrapped around me and our bodies fit together like they were made to.
How is this fair? Why does he have to be so perfect for me, except for that one minor flaw—he hates the idea of relationships or kids?
Count me out.
We’ve grown so close over the past couple of months. I wonder if he’ll even look back when he leaves. Will it tear him up the same way it will me? I bet he’ll board that plane and take off to live his dreams without an ounce of remorse or heartbreak.
How the fuck is this fair?
I blink my eyes open, slowly waking up as he shifts behind me. As his grip on my waist tightens and he lets out a sleepy groan, my eyes pop open wide.
His impressive length is hard and poking my backside. Suddenly, my body is thrumming with excitement.
Is he awake?
He freezes for a moment, and I wait to see if he’ll do it again.
“Sorry,” he mumbles sleepily. “I’m not used to waking up with a beautiful woman next to me.”
Shifting my hips back an inch, I reply, “It’s okay.”
He tightens his grip on my side. “Stop it.”
“What if I don’t?” I say. Biting my bottom lip, I rub my ass against him some more.
He buries his face in my neck, growling deeply right into my ear. I laugh, reaching back to bury my hand in his hair.
“Then I’ll have to punish you again,” he says, but there’s not an ounce of severity in his tone. He’s grinding himself against my backside now.
Briefly, in the back of my mind, I wonder when we got here. The spanking, the touching, the classroom, our relationship has evolved so strangely since we met, but no matter what our dynamic is, the comfort is there. Is he my friend? My Dom? My boyfriend?
All of the above, or maybe none of them at all. No words can quite describe what we have, and I love that.
As he groans in my ear, I close my eyes and smile. His right hand drifts down, slipping into my underwear and finding my clit as if he’s already memorized the landscape of my body.
“Some punishment,” I say with a hum.
“I changed my mind,” he mutters darkly. “This is a reward.”
“I like rewards too.” My voice is high-pitched as he grinds against me faster, massaging my clit in fast, tight circles.
I wish he’d tear down my underwear and fuck me, but it’s the wanting that makes this so good. We are so close to sex without quite having it yet, and it makes it that much more decadent.
His groans mingle with mine as we use each other to get off like we’re recording over the events of last night. He dismisses my nightmares with his touch. Luke is not taking something without permission. I’m giving him my body with a mind full of trust and a heart full of hope.
I already told him—I’m his.
“More,” I whine as he cants his hips up and down against my panty-covered ass, seeking friction for his own pleasure.
