Elena's POV:
Caleb's fingers moved... low... lower...
I arched, begging...
And then I heard the sound. Something pulled me out of the dream... something...
My eyes flew open, heat still pulsing between my thighs, slow and lingering.
And...
What in the f*****g hell?
Caleb? What was he doing here?
I gasped. No, it was not a dream. I checked.
My eyes widened as he took a step back and another, like he wished to escape the moment just as much as I did.
Mortified, I flushed, my body wanting to bury itself under the blankets, but... no, the blanket was on the floor, thanks to my thrashing on the throes of a f*****g dream.
If there was a hell, this must be it. This must be a punishment for some past sins.
My breath jammed in my throat.
“Caleb?” I croaked, blinking hard, heat floodi
