I thrust my fingers into her hair, tugging her head back just hard enough to stop her flow of words. “Hush, baby. You have nothing to be sorry for. Now, kiss me. Let me taste you for just a little while.”

Her breath hitched, and I rolled us. The covers fell away as I spread her legs and slid between them. The way she cried out when her sex cradled my aching cock made me shudder with pleasure. Her running shorts didn’t hide how turned on she already was. I could feel the heat of her core along my shaft as it nestled between her folds through the thin layers of clothing that separated us.

Nova’s green eyes were glazed with need as I lowered my head and lightly brushed my lips over hers. She tasted like mint, as if she’d just brushed her teeth, but it couldn’t mask the sweetness of her mouth I craved. My tongue swept inside, conquering, branding, reminding us both who she belonged to.

Her nails scraped down my back, making me groan in pleasure as her lower body arched against me, seeking friction. Breathing hard, I broke the kiss and pressed my forehead to hers. “I’m going to wake up fucking my fist in about two minutes. Let me feel you come for me before the alarm pulls us apart.”

“Ryan,” she panted. Fuck, the way she said my name made the base of my spine tingle. I was going to come all over myself, remembering how her voice had been so full of hunger and the plea for fulfillment. But first, I needed to get my dream Nova off.

“You feel so good, baby. Let me touch your pussy, let me feel it clench around my finger so I can use the memory to get off over and over again.” I sucked on her neck, loving the way she whined her agreement, her nails like claws scratching down my back, over my shoulder blades, up my neck.

I sat up on my knees and tugged her shorts and white cotton bikini briefs down her legs. The sight of my name on her wrist only made my cock harder. When I discovered how wet she was, I licked my lips. How many times had I imagined tasting her there? How often had I dreamed of this moment?

“Ryan, you’re not dreaming,” she whispered, as if she could read my mind, or perhaps, I’d spoken aloud.

It didn’t matter because I was distracted by her tits rising and falling rapidly as I fell between her legs. The moment my mouth latched on to her clit, she screamed, her fingers thrusting into my hair, holding me to her as she rode my tongue. “Ah, fuck. Maybe I’m the one dreaming. Yes, please, Ryan. Please!”

The taste of her was like nothing I’d ever experienced before—a million times better than anything I’d ever imagined. Sweet and tangy nectar that made my cock leak onto the sheets as I thrust a single finger into her tight pussy.