“Wait. If you’re on your side and I’m on mine, your being naked shouldn’t make any difference.” No difference whatsoever. “Right?” There was a slight shake to her voice.

“Are you sure about this?” He pulled the blanket tighter around his middle.

“Definitely.” Maybe she should go and put on some underwear. No! She was in an oversized shirt, which she pulled down. The thing came to just above her knees. They were fine, more than fine. One hundred and fifty percent. No, two hundred percent. Surely!

“Okay then.” He walked to the other side of the bed and pulled down the covers.

Candy scooted further onto her side, she turned to face the opposite direction. The bed dipped and the sheets rustled. He really was way over there on that side. Although she could feel his presence, although she could hear him breathing and smell that wonderful manly scent of his, she couldn’t feel his heat. They were fine. This was okay. “Good night,” she whispered.

“Good night.” His voice was low, with a raspy edge. “And, Candy?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for this.”

“You’re welcome.”

She lay there in the dark for what felt like ages before finally falling asleep.

“Candy.” Torrent whispered her name ever so softly into her ear. He did it in a way that was sexy and seductive. She was wet and needy. Dripping wet. Then she called his name on a sob.

He was there, between her thighs. His manhood thick and ready, a drop of pre-cum on his tip. “Are you ready for me?” He growled, his eyes the most beautiful pale blue.

“Yes,” a moan this time. There was a reason she shouldn’t be doing this but she couldn’t remember exactly what it was. She wanted him and he wanted her. They were about to take what they needed from one another. It was as simple as that.

He called her name again as he pushed himself inside of her. “Take what you need.” She grit her teeth. “Just take me,” she ground out.

“Candy.” More urgent this time. “Wake up, Candy.”

She opened her eyes on a soft moan and immediately tensed up. What the hell? She swallowed hard and tried to keep herself from panicking. The room was filled with morning sunshine and she squinted her eyes. She began to find her bearings. Please don’t let this be real. Please.

Torrent touched a hand to her back. “Easy. It’s okay. You’re okay.”

Her nightshirt rode somewhere up around her hips. Torrent was on his back, still on his side of the bed.

“Oh god!” There was a definite edge of panic to her voice.

Her one leg was thrown over him. She could feel his hard… member under her thigh. Her… oh good lord… you-know-what was plastered up against his thigh. She may or may not have been rubbing herself against him. Please no!