Completely naked.
And very, very hard against my thigh.
“Beatrice?” His voice was rough with sleep, his eyes still unfocused. “What the hell are you doing sneaking up on me?”
I couldn’t speak. I was too aware of his body pressing mine into the mattress, and the heat of him burning through my thin dress.
His grip on my wrists loosened, but he didn’t move away.
“What are you doing in my room?” he asked in a whisper, blinking away the sleep.
“I wanted to know what you were doing keeping tabs on me,” I managed to grit out, even though I realized his cock wasdigging into me. I felt my neck turn red, my throat dry, my knees wobbly. “You gave your staff a brief on me? Seriously?”
His eyes cleared as he woke fully, and a slow, infuriating smile spread across his face.
“And you thought the best way to fix that problem was to burst into my bedroom and assault me in my sleep?”
“I didn’t assault you!” I sputtered. “I was trying to wake you up!”
“Next time, find a better way to wake me up,” he whispered, his hands still pinning my wrists to the bed above me, his body still pressed up against me.
I remembered the kiss from the night before. Once again, I felt that electric surge pass through between my legs.
I was acutely aware of how naked he was, along with the fact that I was getting turned on.
His eyes darkened as he watched my face, like he could read every dirty thought flashing through my mind.
“See something you like, princess?” he murmured.
I gulped, unable to form words.
His hand moved from my wrist to my face, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip so sweetly that it made me shiver.
I should have bitten him. Or headbutted him. Or screamed at him for having me followed.
Instead, the way he looked at me made the heat pool low in my belly.
Chapter 9 - Arko
I thought I was still dreaming when I felt Beatrice Lebedev standing by my bedside, screaming at me to wake up. So I tugged at her hand and pulled her in, maybe to shut her up, or to continue what we’d already started in my head.
“What the—?” she yelped, trying to jerk free from the shock of the motion, but I hadn’t realized she was the real deal as I rolled her beneath me, her body pressed against my naked chest, until it was too late.
By the time I realized it, Beatrice was already in my grip, her eyes blazing with fire and her body writhing under me in ways that weren’t helping my already slipping sense of control.
My blood heated and curled, my cock growing larger at the feel of how she molded into me and my bed. I watched, my face inches away from hers, as she raged on about how she didn’t like being spied on.
My dream had been a hot mess, one in which Beatrice was deliciously naked, and I was making her beg. The fact that I could feel her soft body denting into my bed, burning into my skin, wasn’t exactly helping to curtail the desire still flooding through my veins.
God, she was raging mad.
“You gave your staff a brief on me? Seriously?” she hissed, the air between us thickening with tension as I spread my mouth into a slow grin.
I knew she wanted answers, but I couldn’t just flip off the switch on what I’d done to her in my sleep, how I licked a trail down her glistening naked body and parted her legs, how I drove my fingers in her pussy and made her body arch to the skies.
The blush spreading across her cheeks told me she was totally aware of my nakedness and how hard I was against her thigh.
“Do you want to explain yourself?” she glowered. Her hands, I noticed, didn’t tug to break free beneath my hold, like she didn’t really want to move either.
