36. ANGEL

I was starting to get too hot, but I didn’t want to move. The images of the dream I had still lingered on the edges of my mind. It was the reason I was so hot. And the reason I woke up with an ache between my legs. Shifting slightly, I instantly regretted it. While I was dreaming, I had been busy rubbing my pussy against Lucas. I had one of my legs thrown over his hip. He was gripping my knee with a hand, and his other hand was resting on my hip. My ear was pressed to his chest, right over his beating heart. The rhythm surprisingly matched mine. I bit my lip as the color in my cheeks darkened when I realized that he was awake and aware of exactly what I had been doing. “S-sorry,” I stuttered. A grunt fell from his lips. I never had this kind of reaction to a dream before, but then a dream had never felt so real. Swallowing, I tried to remove my leg from his hip but froze when I realized why he was gripping my knee. Another apology hovered on the tip of my tongue. I gasped w