Page 61 of Only in Your Dreams

It’s so dark this far out of town that I don’t have curtains on the windows. The moonlight filters into the room, lighting up her wary eyes as she peers over her shoulder.

“You’re insufferably nice sometimes, you know that?”

“You’re welcome. Now, admit you were psychologically instructing yourself not to get handsy with me.”

“You just ruined it.” She arches her back, ass nestling into my crotch as she nuzzles the pillow we’re sharing.

Uh…

I’m sorry but—

“Really, Zac?” she hisses, jerking away from my cock, which very much got the wrong idea.

“I—fuck. You were grinding your ass into me—”

“It was an accident—Zac!”

“Okay, that was absolutely an accident,” I say quickly, ripping my hand from where it landed on her breast as I tried to pull her closer.

She huffs, rolling onto her back.

“Fucking hell, Melody—”

“No—I didn’t mean—”

“You just cupped my dick—”

“I didn’t mean to. I swear.”

“Hands where I can see ‘em, Woods,” I say, fishing them out from under the covers and tugging them over her head. I end up hovered over her in the process and if my dick was confused before, he’s downright accusing us of shenanigans now.

Mel stares back with parted lips. My eyes trail down the curve of her neck, taking in the rapid rise and fall of her chest.

Bless that moonlight. Bless that moonlight and the way her nipples are visibly hard under her shirt.

“I can’t stop thinking about it,” she confesses. She doesn’t need to say what. That tussle in the woods is on both our minds. “And you were totally wrong.”

“What about?”

“This sleep thing. Here I am in your bed, and I don’t feel the least bit tired.”

“Just so you know,” I don’t mean for it to happen, but my voice has definitely dropped to a sex octave, “I’m definitely open to… fucking hell, I’ll do whatever you want, Mel.”

My words hang in the air, almost like a dare.

She wets her lips, leaving them all shiny, and that’s my only point of focus now. “I wouldn’t want anyone to know. Brooks, Summer. My brother. And I wouldn’t be your plaything.”

“I’ll beyourplaything. I’d wear the title like a badge of honor and eat you out on command.”

For a while, it’s only the sound of our breaths, short and tight, bordering on desperate. My cock is painfully hard and digging into her thigh. Grams really must have raised me right because somehow, I manage to resist the urge to grind into her. And then Mel spreads her fingers so that mine thread between hers.

Oh, fuck yeah.

I roll, taking her with me so that she lands on top of me. It took giving her the control that day in the woods to get her comfortable, to let go. And maybe it’s not the way I usually like to play it in bed, but I’ll give this woman whatever she needs to trust me again.

She tips her head, long hair swinging sinfully over her shoulder. A smirk playing at her lips.

“What exactly do you expect me to do up here, Zac?”

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