I fell into a restless sleep, my body still reverberating from the echoes of desire. I came awake later, rolling my head sideways to look at the clock. It was just past one in the morning and blessedly dark. Even in late summer, the days were still long in Alaska. The sun didn’t set until close to ten at night.

I woke from another heated dream about the one and only star of my dreams the last few nights—Levi. My panties were drenched, simply moving my legs sent a streak of pleasure through me as I lay there trying to catch my breath. I wondered if it was actually possible to have an orgasm while you were asleep. It was that bad. My body felt as if it were on the precipice of one. This was the fourth time that I’d woken from a crazy hot sex dream and wanted to bury my fingers in my pussy.

My good hand had a mind of its own, and in seconds, my fingers were teasing between my thighs. I gasped at the slick wetness, my hips arching into my own touch. But it wasn’t enough. And I knew it. I didn’t want to be a coward. More than that, I wanted Levi with such ferocity, I couldn’t deny it.

I kicked the sheets back and stood. My mind was fuzzy from sleep and nearly delirious with need. I wore nothing other than a thin cotton t-shirt and panties. I dashed out of my bedroom and around to the other side of the loft.

Levi slept with his door partially open. Slipping into his bedroom, a shadow scurried past my feet, and I realized it was Ham. He was a rather adventurous little hamster. Not even his presence nudged me out of my state. I was going to see this through and excise Levi from my thoughts.

I walked to the side of Levi’s bed, looking down. He was on his back, one of his arms thrown over his head. The sheets were bunched at his waist. I wondered fleetingly if he had dreams anything like the dreams I had.

Crawling onto the bed beside him, I trailed my fingers over his chest. I didn’t wait, my body was too restless. Straddling him, I almost groaned aloud to discover that his cock was already hard. My drenched panties and the thin sheet covering him were the only thing between us. My pussy throbbed knowing how close I was to finally finding release.

I felt when he came out of his half asleep state, his body tensing slightly before he shifted and brought his hands to grip my hips lightly.

“Lucy?” he murmured, his voice rough from sleep.

“It’s me,” I replied, feeling a grin curl my lips.

I had to admit I liked waking him up like this. A bit too much. I didn’t want to talk though.

I rolled my hips and leaned forward until I was about an inch from his lips. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness by this point. There was a night light in his bedroom, casting a soft glimmer across the bed. He’d mentioned in passing that he kept night lights throughout the house because he’d almost stepped on Ham one night. Right now, I was glad for it because there was just enough light for me to see the desire reflected in his gaze.

“I changed my mind,” I said.

“About what?”

“That this is a mistake. I still hate that I want you. But I want you.”

His hands tightened on my hips, sliding around to cup my bottom. My own hips rolled reflexively as a low moan escaped. I couldn’t help it. I was so close.

“I don’t hate that you want me,” he murmured. His gruff, sleepy voice was so sexy, it sent a hot shiver through me. “It’s not a mistake either.”

Then his hands were sliding up my back, my shirt bunching at his wrists as he tugged it up and over my head. He was careful with my arm, which kind of annoyed me. I didn’t want to have to worry about it, and it didn’t hurt. But I was too frantic and too beside myself to think much about anything other than getting him completely naked and having him buried inside of me. My need for that specifically was so strong, I knew it wouldn’t be filled until he was rooted deep within me.

Everything was a blur. His hands and mouth were everywhere. Oh, and he slept naked. That was a pleasant surprise. My breasts were heavy and aching, my nipples so tight they hurt. He teased me to madness, rolling his thumbs across my nipples, his mouth drawing one and then the other inside, his teeth scoring them lightly. When I got impatient and tried to shove the sheet out of the way, he chuckled.

“Oh no, we’re not rushing this.”

He spun us over and stretched out beside me. I rolled my head to the side to catch his eyes.

“Not what I want.”

His laugh was soft against my skin as his lips trailed down my neck and teased my nipples, taking his sweet time.

“Oh are we gonna do that again?” he murmured.

I didn’t know what it was about him, but everything was foreplay. Even his words.

“Do what again?” I choked out as he mapped my body with his mouth.

“You’re gonna tell me this was a mistake and run off.”

I shook my head swiftly. “No. I have an end goal in mind.”

His laugh sent sparks dancing along my skin, the scrape of his stubble on my belly making me crazy.

“Always in a rush, aren’t you?”

I couldn’t say why, but I was comfortable. I was caught in this moment with him and didn’t really care to let my self-consciousness ruin it. So I laughed, and then he was dropping kisses between my thighs. He pushed my knees apart, and then his mouth was on the most intimate part of me.

I gripped his hair and hung on for dear life. He made love to my pussy with his mouth. Teasing through my folds with his tongue, swirling around the hot button of need, and burying his fingers inside my channel. His touch was so much better than mine. I lost sense of everything, but the feel of his fingers driving in and out of my channel and his tongue making me crazy.

He gripped my hip with one hand as I bucked against him, chasing after that sweet release. He drove his fingers deeply once more and sucked my clit into his mouth. Pleasure spun tight and then let loose, flying through my body. The force of my climax was so intense, I was nearly limp by the time he drew back. His fingers were still buried deep inside me when I felt his gaze.

“Lucy.”