Chapter 40

Shantelle’s POV

“You kiss my neck, just like that. I love how your beard drags against my skin. It makes me crazy in the dream. You touch me over my clothes, but it’s not enough. I wake up all hot and bothered.”

He dropped one hand, his fingers curling over the waistband of my sweats and brushing against the edge of my underwear.

“That must be uncomfortable.”

“It is. I… ache. But when I try to get rid of it, I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“The first time it happened, I spent half an hour trying to… make myself come.”

He made a strangled sound. “Oh fuck.”

“But I couldn’t do it. I’ve never done it before without the person I was dreaming about being with me, guess I didn’t know how.”

One hand cupped my nape, and Seven sat up straighter, bringing our faces within an inch of each other. His ragged breath hit my cheeks.

“It’s okay, baby. I’ll show you how.”

He kissed me.

This time, I wasn’t frozen. I didn’t fight it. Th