Chapter Twenty-Four
In her dream, they had started off on the couch playing a shooter game as they had many times before. Him in his black sweats and shirtless, she was in the clothing she had worn for bed, or really lack of clothing. Somehow they had lost the controllers and she had found herself pinned beneath him, as he tasted her lips. Abby had responded to him and ran her hands up the muscled plains of his back, his muscles contracting under her fingertips as she touched him.
Lightly digging her nails into the skin of his shoulder as he kissed the soft flesh of her neck. Finding a particularly arousing spot that made her moan and wither underneath him.
Sam rolled his hips, rocking himself against her panty-clad core. She had never been so frustrated in her life as he teased her s
