Page 98 of Slapshot Baby

This woman is asleep, grinding on my hand, stroking my cock through my joggers, and telling me she wants me to fuck her.

I drop my head back against the pillow.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

Carefully, I slide my fingers from between her thighs. Pull my hand away from the wet lace and place it against her hip instead.

The loss of her warmth against my fingers is its own kind of torture.

She whimpers in protest. Her hips push back, searching for the contact I just removed, and the curve of her ass presses firmly against my erection, making me bite the inside of my cheek.

I reach down and gently peel her fingers from my cock. The loss of her grip is physically painful. I set her hand against her stomach and hold it there.

"Kai." Breathy. Needy. Her hips roll again. "Please, I need your hands on me."

I close my eyes.

She's begging me in her sleep.

The woman who refuses to show emotion during foreplay is lying here in my arms, completely unguarded, and her unconscious mind is asking for exactly what her waking mind refuses to admit she wants.

I'm not going to touch her. She can’t consciously want it and ask for it herself right now.

But I can’t stay silent either.

“I hope you’re dreaming about me fucking you, Ava,” I murmur against her hair, keeping my voice low.

"I want to feel you," she whispers in a wrecked voice. "All of you."

"If you were awake right now, I'd pull that thong to the side and slide two fingers inside you until you’re dripping down my hand and begging me not to stop."

She whimpers. Her thighs press together.

"You feel so good," she murmurs, her voice thick. "Don't stop. Harder."

"I'll curl my fingers forward and find that spot that made you shake at the lake house. I won't stop until your legs give out and you can't say anything except my name."

Her back arches. A moan slips from her mouth that shoots a bolt of heat straight through my cock.

"Then I'll spread your legs open and push inside you so deep you'll feel me for days."

My voice has dropped to something raw that I barely recognize. "No closed eyes. No hiding. You'll watch me take you apart, and you'll let me see every single thing you're afraid to show me."

"Yes." The word is a sigh. Her body writhes against mine. "Kai, yes."

"When you eventually come, you'll say my name because you can't help it."

She goes still for a moment. Then her whole body shudders, a rolling tremor that ripples from her thighs through her stomach. A sound leaves her throat, low and desperate and unfinished. Her hand fists the sheet so hard her knuckles blanch white.

Then her breathing slows. She melts back against me, boneless and warm and completely unaware of what just happened.

My cock is so hard it hurts. My pulse is everywhere. My skin feels too tight for my body.

I don't move. I lie there and let the ache settle into something I can manage.

Hours pass. My breathing steadies.

Early light bleeds through the curtains of Ava's bedroom, catching the dust motes and turning them silver. Biscuit snores from her spot by the door, one paw twitching.