I woke with my forehead pressed to his shoulder, skin damp and flushed. My hips were moving, slowly, instinctively, grinding against the solid muscle of his thigh. The friction sent jolts through me, raw and needy.
I didn’t stop. I pressed down harder, rocking into him like my body had decided on its own. A quiet moan escaped before I could catch it. I realized with a jolt that I’d been humping him in my sleep, chasing the high of him even while unconscious. My thighs trembled slightly, the back of my neck throbbed where his mouth had stayed too long, and the space between my legs pulsed with an aching need.
Richard stirred beneath me. His voice was still rough with sleep. “You’re really doing this?” he murmured, a flicker of raw heat already in his eyes. His hand slid to my hip, tighten
