When I realized that it wasn’t just a really good dream, and that I was about to climax on someone’s hand in real life, I turned my head enough to see that Tucker was there behind me, eyes closed, as his hands roamed freely over my body.

“Tucker,” I whispered, not knowing what else to do. He didn’t respond, except to dip his head into the crook of my neck and groan lightly. I honestly didn’t know whether he was still half-asleep or if he knew exactly what he was doing. If I had to guess, I’d say he was acting on a steamy dream he’d been having.

“Mina,” he mumbled into my hair as his arms tightened around me and pulled me further back into his body. The position we were in, with him curled around me, meant that his cock was riding hard and hot in the crack of my ass and the only thing separating him from being able to plow into me was the fact that I’d left my panties on underneath the t-shirt I’d worn to bed. I supposed his boxer shorts might also be a slight hinderance.

“Tucker,” I called to him a little louder.

“Yeah, you like that baby?” His words were still mumbled, as if it took an effort to force them past his lips, and maybe it did, because I was fairly convinced that he was only dreaming.

“Tucker!” This time, I called out to him loudly and pushed back on his body at the same time, as if to make room between the two of us. It seemed effective since he nearly bopped me in the nose with his hand as he startled awake and pushed up to his elbow. Unfortunately for me, and my dignity, his other hand stayed lodged between my legs, inside my panties, where his fingers were no doubt able to feel the evidence of my reaction to what he had been doing.

As reality settled, Tucker didn’t move a muscle, his gaze dipped from my wide eyes down to where my shirt was pulled so far up, I was pretty sure one of my breasts said hello to him before his gaze dipped lower still. When they found the place where his fingers were touching me intimately, he wiggled those evil, damn digits and grinned at me. “Were you taking advantage of me in my sleep, Mina?”

“No, you bastard, quite the opposite,” I countered, though there was no real heat and accusation in the words. He moved his fingers again, swirling them through my wetness, slower that time, in an entirely different kind of teasing.

“Mmm,” he moaned, all while his eyes stayed connected with mine. “Feels like you might have been taking advantage,” he hinted as the grin on his face bloomed wider.

“Does it now? Me taking advantage of you explains why your hand is down my pants and the other was on my boob before you were startled awake?”

“Exactly, I didn’t know you put my hands there before you ‘accidently’ woke me up.” If the smile on his face wasn’t so damn hypnotic that I was getting lost in it, then I would have probably smacked him for being so cheeky about this.