And it smelled like forest and lake.
My heart sped up when I realized it wasn’t dark because I’d woken up too early. It was dark because I had my head buried in someone’s bare chest.
Someone with a massive erection. Pressed directly into my…
Oh… my… God.
I’d felt like such a good little Plan-ahead Polly last night after my shower when I put on Zion's button-up as a nightshirt and used the very last bit of energy I had to wash all my underwear andhangthem to dry.
But I regretted that decision now….
The erection was covered by a layer of cotton fabric, but I wasn't wearing anything under Zion's shirt.
And apparently, I’d not only thrown my leg over this someone’s hip sometime in the night, but also decided to hug his log of an erection. With my folds. My very, very wet folds.
The someone I was hugging with the most intimate part of my body had gone completely still.
But somehow I knew that wasn’t because he was asleep.
Or unaware that I was awake.
I went completely still, too.
Well, most of my body did.
The part of me that had been dead—completely dead—for the months Dennis held me hostage in my own apartment was wide awake now, too. Aching. Begging for friction.
And throbbing against the fabric-covered erection. The frozen silence crackled all around me and the man I’d entangled myself with. Like ice about to shatter.
“You okay there, sugar?” a gruff voice asked above my bent head.
Confirming what I’d suspected from the start.
Someone was Boone. Boone, the heroic polar bear. Who’d already seen me at my worst. Twice.
Now thrice.
No… no, I was not okay.
But abject mortification clogged my throat so bad, I couldn’t answer.
“Need anything?” Boone’s voice had so much bass, the rumble of it vibrated against the face I’d burrowed into his chest.
“Feel free to take anything you need.” A note of amusement crept into his invitation. “You don’t have to ask. Anything you want…”
The heavy shaft cradled between my folds pulsed like it was keeping rhythm with his voice as he said, “Anything you want, it’s yours.”
Several responses to this predicament rushed into my head all at once, making it spin.
I could demand to know why he was here in my bed. I suspected he was the reason the polar bear had suddenly shown up in my nightmare, and I was grateful for the intervention, but I could point out that he could have left as soon as I calmed down.
I could apologize profusely.
I could remind him about my boundaries and that I wanted to be left alone.
All of those solutions began with me untangling myself from this… situation.
But I remained frozen right where I was.
