IVY
I wake up at 4 AM with my hand already between my legs.
The sheets are tangled around my ankles. My t-shirt is rucked up to my chest. I'm soaked, and not just damp, but dripping. My thighs slick with arousal that built while I slept.
It’s a good thing Sierra is a really deep sleeper.
I dreamed of him.
His hands. His mouth. His voice in my ear, telling me all the ways he was going to ruin me.
Sierra is still asleep in the bed beside me, her breathing slow and even. I slip out from under the covers and move silently to the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
Hot water rushes out of the shower, and steam fills the room in no time.
I step under the spray and let the water cascade over my body, but it does nothing to cool the fire burning under my skin.
I need relief. I need
