Harper squeezedher eyes shut against the light creeping into the room where she slept. It. Was. Too. Early. At least the bed was warm.
But something was… off. The bed wastoowarm. There was a weight across her side. And she’d somehow become cocooned in her blankets, wrapped up like a burrito.
When she wriggled in an effort to loosen her trappings, she felt a solid wall of heat behind her, and her eyes flew open with remembrance
She was in bed with Chase. He was pressed close, all along her back.
And apparently her movements had stirred one particular part of him, now twitching against her ass.
God, the urge to wiggle back and forth against him was so strong. Instead, she commanded her body to relax and enjoy this moment, which would never be repeated.
Something about being in bed with Chase, surrounded by his big, hard, masculine body and held within his embrace, felt right. The two of them sharing this intimate, cozy cabin, felt right. Perfect, even.
Harper sank into the perfection of this slice of time. Soon her drowsiness took over and she fell back asleep.
When she awoke again, she was alone. Reaching for her phone she’d plugged in, she saw it was after 10am.
They really should have been on the road by now. In a panic, she got up, got dressed, and hurried to the kitchen, following the scent of freshly made coffee. She loved the smell even if she hated the taste.
Chase set down his mug and smiled. “Good morning.”
“Good morning, I’m so sorry I overslept, I’ll just repack my things, I can get breakfast on the road and eat it in the car?—”
“There’s no need to rush, Harper.”
She frowned at him. “Yes, there is! We need to get back on the road so we can join everyone else at Lake George.”
Chase looked at her sympathetically. “Sorry, but we’re stuck here today. The snow melted just enough before refreezing, and local reports on the road conditions warned about black ice out there. I don’t think it would be safe to travel today.
“The forecast said the temperature should stay constant tonight, then warm up a good ten degrees starting in the early morning, so I’m pretty confident we’ll be able to get out of here tomorrow.”
Tomorrow? That meant she’d be spending another night here, sharing the bed with Chase. Her cheeks warmed and her mind began to race.
Harper grabbed a mug and busied herself making tea as she waited for her cheeks to cool. She forced herself to take deep, relaxing breaths before she spoke. “Did you tell my family?” She was impressed by how normal she sounded.
“I texted Jackson. He said your mom wants you to call.”
When she looked at Chase, he wore a wry smile. She gave him an answering smile. “I know, I know, I’m the baby and she’s always going to worry about me.”
He lifted his hands in defense. “Hey, you said it, not me.”
She rolled her eyes, picking up her tea to go call from the bedroom.
Chase blewout a relieved breath as the bedroom door clicked closed behind Harper. He was pretty sure he’d pulled off looking and sounding normal.
When he went to bed, he was wary about how he’d react when she came to join him. Obviously he would never do anything without Harper’s consent, but how would he hide his feelings for her when it was already difficult just being in the same room without letting on?
But he’d been so exhausted that he crashed almost as soon as his head hit the pillow. It was just so comfortable, and the efforts of the day had depleted him to the point he’d been practically sleepwalking through the evening.
He’d slept like a rock in the cozy warmth of the flannel sheets and down comforter.
Until he had The Dream.
It was the same dream he had occasionally. He and Harper were sharing a bed, but in a far more erotic way. She woke him up by kissing down his body, stripping his boxer briefs along the way and taking him in her mouth. He only let her bob up and down a few times before he took hold of her arms, lifting her to straddle his body.
As he held his cock steady, she’d slide down his length, her slick velvety heat enveloping him in a way that was almost too good. Harper then rode him as her pretty, pert breasts softly bounced with her movements.
Chase would slide his hands along her thighs, over her hips, and up the silky skin of her torso to palm those pretty little breasts, thumbing each nipple. Harper’s pace increased as he rolled and pinched those hardened tips, her sounds of pleasure heightening his arousal.
