In the near darkness, they roamed over her thighs and ass. “What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly. His mouth was against her neck. “You came over here. I have to assume this is what you want.” Indeed, she could see half the bed in front of her, and she lay wedged up against Cyrus with a hot throb between her legs. She’d had another erotic dream. This time her subconscious self had sought him out and sent her to his side of the bed. He cupped her breasts through her nightgown, squeezing as if judging their texture. Heat swept across her skin and she trembled, thoroughly aroused as if foreplay had started hours ago. She twisted restlessly as he feathered his thumbs over the tips of her nipples. His hands felt so good she wanted the flimsy, gossamer barrier removed. She wished she could tear it off to enjoy the touch of his hands on her bare skin. Arching her back, she thrust her breasts against his palms. A helpless moan—a sound filled with unbearable yearning—spilled from her chest.
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