Chapter 64: Choices

“Touch me, Nell.”

Rafe leaned over me, his eyes dark with desire as his hands moved over my breasts. I ran my hand down his back, reveling in the muscles, and then circled to the front of his body, where his throbbing length jutted. When I stroked him, he dipped his mouth to capture the rosy tip of my—

“Nell!”

I opened my eyes, blinking in confusion. My heart was beating fast, and need pulsed between my legs. One hand was over my stiff nipple.

Morning sunlight flooded my room, and another knock sounded at the door. “Nell. Are you okay?”

It had been a dream. Damn. I needed to stop reading those smutty romance novels. They were giving me ideas. Bad ideas. Dangerous ideas.

“Uh, yeah. Why?” I cleared my throat and pushed myself to sit up in bed.

“You were moaning in your sleep. I thought you might be sick and need me.”

Not sick, but definitely need you.

I gritted my teeth and brushed the hair out of my face. “I’m all right. Just a dream. Sorry if I woke you.”