Chapter 17
CHAPTER 17
Logan
The body lying beneath me was warm and inviting. I buried my face against their neck, feeling the rapid pulse beating against my mouth, and drowning myself in the scent of moonlight, chocolate, and raw desire.
My hand tangled in mid-length hair, tugging at it just hard enough to make the other person moan.
Wait.
I knew that voice.
I pulled back and braced myself on my hands to stare down into familiar blue eyes.
“Clay?”
With the same inviting smile that he’d used when we first met in a San Francisco hotel room, Clay called my name and wrapped his arms around my neck. A thought floated through my mind that I should push him away.
This couldn’t be right.
How was he even here?
Yet, I remained frozen as he pulled me closer. Our lips touched and my restraint crumbled.
I fell into him...
...and woke up gasping among the sweaty tangled sheet of my own bed. The room spun. In the darkness, I swore I could still see Clay’s face looking up at me, making my heart race even after the dream had ended.
One hand hesitantly trailed down my stomach to grip the waistband of my boxers and lift them just enough for me to confirm my suspicions. Evidence of my wet dream stained my thighs and the inside of my boxers, already cooling against my heated skin.
Letting the waistband snap back into place, I collapsed back against my pillow.
“Fuck.”