Chapter 18

It felt like only seconds later when in the darkness, a warm, moist sensation ran down his abdomen toward his shorts’ waist making his muscles tense in a really good way. In his dream-like state, he pictured Emma running her tongue down his body and smiled. He could picture her doing exactly that, as it felt much like he would expect a small warm tongue to feel. Moving south, the sensation twirled around his waistband, and he squirmed sleepily.

God, she was good with her tongue.

He could picture her soft blue eyes looking up at him sexily, and he was definitely getting hard with it. His waistband was tugged slightly, and he felt himself heating up with the dream. Fucking her in his sleep was common, but this was a new turn, never had he dreamed about her blowing him off, and he sure as hell wasn’t about to stop it. He was aware that his brain was trying to wake him up, but he fought it to hold on to the pictures in his head. He didn’t care if he had a wet dream lying her