Page 53 of While You Sleep

I grinned up at him. “Well, aren’t you a sweetie.”

His brow lifted.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling…kind of soft toward him. “You may have killed a bunch of people, but you’re really a big old softy under there, aren’t you?” I patted his chest.

He carried me into the house and up the stairs. “My sweet, sexy, murdery husband,” I said and booped him on the nose. “You’re cute, you know that? Not like fluffy-bunny cute but like the emo boy in school who’s all silent and broody and you want to ask him what he’s thinking all the time.”

“Yeah?” he said.

I nodded. “And you just want him to grab your hand, take you to the music room when no one else is there, and play you some of his emo music while you make out like crazy.”

He muttered something.

I ran my fingers over his lips. “So are you going to make out with me like crazy or what? ’Cause I really want to.”

He looked down at me, then his lips twitched, then holy hell, they curled up and there was a flash of straight white teeth. Not the Dean smile that I now knew was fake but the Cillian smile.

“You’re smiling,” I said breathlessly.

“I don’t smile.” He was still smiling.

“Swoon.”

He chuckled.

“Oh my god. You laughed. I think I’m going to spontaneously orgasm.”

“Fucking hell,” he said, shaking his head. “You wanna use the bathroom or straight to bed?”

I grinned. “Bed, naked, with you.” I touched his lips. “You know, you’ve made me have all kinds of dirty thoughts.”

“Have I now?”

I nodded. “Do you want to know my deepest, darkest fantasy?”

“Tell me,” he said and nipped my fingers, making me giggle.

“Well, ever since you told me that you watched me sleep, and we did that um, you know, role-play thing at Dec’s party…I’ve been thinking I’d like it, for real.”

“What do you want for real, pet?”

“Sometimes, I have these…um dreams, dirty ones, and I wake up and I’m wet and know I’ve been moving, acting out the things happening in my sleep because my muscles ache…you know like I’ve been—”

“Fucking in your dreams?”

I nodded. “Did I ever do that when you watched me?”

His nostrils flared. “Yeah.”

“Did you like it?”

“The way you moved, the sounds you made, pet, made me fucking jealous. Made me want to kill whoever you were dreaming about.”

I liked that more than I should. “The guys, they used to be faceless, no one I knew, but now, the only man I dream about…is you.”

“You dream about me, beauty?”

“Yes…and the next time you see me have one of, um…those dreams…I want…I want you to strip me, carefully, so I stay asleep, then ease between my thighs, slide deep inside me…and…fuck me awake.”

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