A shaky breath sounds from the foot of my bed.
Someone’s in my room.
The voice in my mind is clear, but it’s still not enough to wake me.
I’m dreaming.
There are footsteps, but who would be here right now? I’m so cozy. The duvet is silky and cool, sliding against my hot skin and making me more drowsy. The pillow is perfectly molded to the back of my head, and I arch my back slightly when?—
The warm grip of a hand comes to my neck, which causes my eyes to snap open. When I do, my heart somersaults inside of my chest.
“Dr. Kincaid?” I ask groggily.
I attempt to pull out of his grip, but he just growls and presses me down harder into the pillow.
I’m dreaming.
This isn’t real.
I must still be asleep.
My whole body is throbbing to the beat of my racing heart, and my clit throbs just as heavily. I squirm away from him, attempting to outmaneuver him, but he makes that low rumbling sound again, and then his other hand works to move the duvet off my body.
Panic washes over me because I realize I’m not asleep anymore, which only enhances what’s happening—and only enhances my arousal.
What the fuck?
His large body looms over me, and when I let my eyes track down his bare chest, my mouth goes dry when I see the way his sweatpants are tented.
Is he…
I swallow, and he feels it, grunting as his thumb brushes against the delicate skin of my neck. He’s not choking me to hurt me, I realize. His eyes are open but he’s not meeting my gaze. They’re not looking at me—they’re lookingthroughme.
The adrenaline wakes me enough to realize that this isn’t a dream, and that Doctor Devil is standing over me with one hand around my neck and the other one removing the covers from the bed, all the while sporting a very large erection.
Realization dawns… he’ssleepwalking.
Fuck.
“Dr. Kincaid,” I say gently, swallowing again. “I think you’re dreaming. Can you hear me?”
He doesn’t say anything, but the hand around my neck squeezes once. He’s breathing deeply and evenly, completely and seemingly unperturbed by this. I claw at his hand, trying to remove it—trying to get free so that I can wake him up—but he’s strong and he doesn’t move.
My whole body is burning, and even though I know this isn’t real, something hot and intoxicating works through my veins, trickling to the space between my thighs.
“Dr. Kincaid,” I try again, hoping my voice will wake him up before I have to decide what to do next. “Can you hear m?—”
He roughly pulls the last of the duvet off my body with his free hand, and the fabric snaps in the darkened room, falling to the floor beside my bed. I inhale sharply, moving my legs to get some leverage and hopefully get him off me?—
He releases me quickly, but just as I think he’s waking up, he snarls and dips his chin, walking to the foot of the bed. I prop myself up on my elbows and watch as his heavy footsteps thud with each step, and just as I think it’s over, he drops to his knees, grabs my ankles, and pulls me to the foot of the bed.
“Wait,” I whimper, squeezing my legs together as he tries to pry them apart.
That low rumble vibrates through the room again. He hoists one of my legs over his shoulder, and my whole body shivers when his breath fans across my cotton underwear.
Holy fuck, that feels good.
“Don’t,” I whisper, trying to pull away.
