I folded my arms in front of me as a pillow for my head and closed my eyes. Sometimes less stimuli made things easier, like my brain had less to process.
The mattress dipped under Kenyon’s weight, but I kept myself rigid so I didn’t move. I couldn’t stop my flinch when he first touched me, his large hands flat against my shoulder blades.
He didn’t pull away, but he paused as though to give me time to decide whether I’d allow it.
Kenyon had proven he had no desire to hurt me, so I took a deep breath to calm my racing heart and remained still.
Kenyon started the massage for real, then. He used deep pressure, his fingers working into the knots in my muscles, the places where days of exhaustion had tensed my body. He worked from my shoulders, my back, my thighs, all the way to my feet. He’d avoided any of the places likely to turn this into a verydifferentsort of event, like my inner thighs, which meant by the end, I wondered if he hadn’t melted my bones away to nothing. I wasn’t sure I evencouldget up at the moment.
The last moments of consciousness came with a kiss I hardly felt pressed against my temple, and a sulfur scent as the candles were blown out.
I stirred for a moment, but the mattress shifted and a more familiar scent surrounded me. Heat and the firm bodies I’d grown used to, arms wrapped around me, which helped me slide deeper into that bliss.
Chapter Eighteen
Kenyon
I’d slept well, wrapped up with Yun. My only complaint? The bed was notnearlylarge enough for all of us. It could fit three, maybe, if they were packed close enough.
However, when we’d tried to let her sleep the night before, when we’d gone to leave, she’d stirred again. It had made it clear that if she was going to sleep, we’d need to remain. Plus, that would let Shear keep an eye on her mental state and end any nightmares before they got going.
And I’d slept damn well despite the close quarters. Maybe something about having her there made the difference? Whatever it was, it had me out for the whole night.
Yet I found myself waking slowly now, as though something drew me from slumber that I couldn’t identify.
Soft. Sweet. The gentle pull of guiding.
Thatone did it, snapping my brain back to waking. I cracked my eyes just enough to peer down without letting on that I’d woken.
Sure enough, one shy little guide was molesting me in my sleep.
Okay, so she was dragging her fingers across my bare chest, but I’d count that as molesting, especially from such a flighty woman. Her gaze was locked on the actions, following her own hand as she touched me, seemingly fascinated by every inch of my body.
I slept on my back, my head pillowed on my arm behind my head. The position spread me out more, like some buffet for her, and I had to admit I didn’t mind the idea of getting eaten one bit.
The way she took her bottom lip between her teeth was beyond adorable, and she even breathed slowly, as though afraid to wake me up. She slid her fingers—a featherlight touch—over my chest, down into the valley between my pecs, to my left nipple. She hesitated for only a moment before circling the outer edge.
I’d had plenty of sex over the years, but something about that touch felt new, different. Was it her? Or maybe it was that I usually remained in charge, that my partners rarely touched me much. In fact, I couldn’t recall a single one paying any attention to my nipples, but the reaction said I didn’t want it to be the last time.
Motions slow, she shifted her leg across my lap. She perched above me, reminding me of some spider as she tried desperately not to wake me.
I saw no reason to ruin her fun—yet—so I let her play her little game.
One hand was on the mattress beside my head, and she used it for balance as she leaned in closer.
Staying still as she brushed her lips against my chest proved even harder, especially as she started moving her lips to other areas over my pecs. She reached her tongue out next, as though lips alone had proven not enough. She traced the same outer edge of my nipple, this even more torturous than just her finger. The saliva allowed her to glide along the skin more easily, and it had my brain thinking about all the things that mouth of hers could do.
I thought she’d pull back, that she’d stop, but instead she took my nipple into her mouth. She didn’t suck hard, but the heataround it, the motion of her tongue against it, it stopped my ability to resist. I let out a groan that had her freezing.
Looks like the game’s up.
I opened my eyes to find her staring up at me, her brown eyes open wide as though she truly had no idea what to do now that she’d been caught.
I reached out and ran my fingers through her hair, messy from sleeping. “Keep going if you want.”
That pink tongue of hers ran along her bottom lip, leaving it glistening.
Would she agree? Would she bolt after getting caught? I struggled to keep my breathing even as I waited to see what would win out inside her.
