Page 39 of Tempting Promises
“Still not touching. Now, close your eyes and be a good girl so I can sleep.”
I bite my lower lip and close my eyes, hoping sleep takes me fast so my mind doesn’t venture back into thinking about what it would be like to be that pillow.
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CHARLOTTE
This feels so good. The warmth of the blankets and the smell of cologne against my nose, it’s the best freaking dream.
I move closer to it, wanting to drown in this scent. I freaking love these dreams. The ones where me and the hottest actor in the world, Noah Frazier, are in Florida together, and we’re tangled up in the sheets again. It’s always my favorite, and I’m really hoping I don’t wake up before the good part.
I rub my nose against his chest, breathing him in and loving how he makes a rumbling sound as I press a kiss there.
My fingertips glide up his chest, and his hand moves down my back slowly. His skin is so smooth, and I move up, burying my face in his neck.
His hand runs up and down my spine before going to my ass, pulling me so I can feel his hard length against my leg.
His cock is so big.
So hard.
So fucking hot that I feel like I’m on fire.
I pray to whatever dream Gods there are that I never wake up. Seriously, this is the best one so far.
The scruff on his cheek moves against my temple then his hands that are on my ass lift me so my legs straddle him.
I moan softly, and he rocks me against his dick.
Oh. Oh yeah. This. I need this. It’s been so long.
I move my hips, and his groan echoes around us. “Fuck.”
His curse is low and pained. I’m totally going to make Noah Frazier lose his mind.
I move my hands to his chest, pressing up, but his arms cage me, tightening, holding me from moving, and then his voice is in my ear. “And here I thought you said no touching.”
My eyes fly open, and I see that I am not, in fact, dreaming. No, it’s a nightmare. I’m literally on top of Rowan Whitlock and dry humping him.
I don’t move, trying to think of how the fuck I’m going to extricate myself from this.
“I-I...ummm,” I stutter, and my heart pounds against my ribs. Seriously, I would like to just die right now. That would be really great and a much better outcome than what’s going to come next. “Let me go.”
His arms release me, and I move to the left, but he goes the same way, and what I thought was a very large penis in the dream is actually real. Holy shit.
“Rowan!” I yell.
“You were rubbing your cunt all over my cock, Charlotte. I’m not sure what you expect.”
I expected to never have this happen.
“You had to know I was dreaming.” I sit on my side of the bed, noting the pillows are no longer between us. One is down at the foot of the bed and the other is on my side. Oh God, I moved it.
Yeah, death please. I want it.
“No, I didn’t, because sometime in the middle of the night you were plastered to my front, legs wrapped around mine, and I tried to move you twice, but you nestled closer,” Rowan informs me.
I cover my face with my hands. “This can’t be happening. We don’t like each other.”
