I woke up from another wild sex dream again this morning… Noah had taken me in the elevator this time, making me moan louder with every floor we rode higher and higher. By the time we reached the top floor, I was orgasming so hard that the next thing I knew, I was awake and sitting up in bed—wishing it had been real instead of a dream.
Just about every morning had gone the same way for the past three weeks, waking up with a desire so intense that I’d been having a really hard time keeping myself from padding over to his room to go get the real thing from the man himself.
I didn’t know what was going on with me, having these mind-blowing dreams night after night, but it was either because I was starving for his touch or my raging hormones due to my pregnancy had likely something to do with it. Or both.