dawn

CHARLOTTE

I stifled a gasp at the feel of his hands on me.

Trailing down the column of my neck.

Reaching down to cup one of my sensitive breasts in his large hands.

The calloused digits grazing against my heated flesh.

His voice, raspy and deep, as I felt it right by my ear, “Charlotte…”

I let out a low moan and pressed my hips against his, eager for some friction, anything that would soothe the ache between my legs.

He reached down and slid a hand into the waistline of my pajamas…

The pleasure suddenly faded to nothing as my eyes flew open.

I sat up with a gasp.

My heart was still racing in my chest, and the heat between my legs was still very much there. I placed a hand on my chest and tried to calm my racing heart, stunned not only by what I had dreamed but also by how real everything had felt.

I ran a hand through my damp hair, and it was only when I could no longer hear my pulse pounding in my ears that I realized I wasn’t the only one in my room.

I jumped the next sec