Chapter 49

“Fuck. I’m sorry. I…Maya.” The husky, rough tone signaled he was just as aroused awake as he had been in his sleep. “I was having a dream. A stupid dream. It’s just…you are wet.”

The baffled declaration had her startled. So did his moving fingers. When they stopped, a whimper came out of her lips before she bit the next one in and grabbed his wrist. His muscles flexed, then trembled.

“Luke.”

There was only a charged serenity after the whisper of his name. His arm ceased trembling and began to relax, every second of it thrumming in her veins. Then his fingers moved once more, taking away the ache as he tapped against her entrance. Her world upended when his other hand wriggled its way to the front, grazing her breast. When she arched, he cupped, the only permission he needed as his hand grew more dominant. His thumb brushed, finding the stiff peak before he rolled it between his fingers until she was shuddering.

“I suppose you need this after those hours of pain,” he surmised, close to