“No! Don’t…don’t. Okay…okay…no, stop!”
I abandoned my phone and darted to the living area where Silas was rolling on the mattress, in the throes of a nightmare.
I set a hand on his biceps. “Hey, it’s just a dream.”
Silas gasped for air and sat up so fast he knocked me on my ass. “Where am I?”
“Christ.” I fixed my glasses as I scrambled to my knees, crouching next to the blow-up bed with my back to the fire. “You okay?”
“I’m—” Silas blinked rapidly, raking his hand through his sleep-mussed hair. “Yeah. Shit, I’m so sorry.”
“Hey, relax. It’s all good.” I narrowed my eyes as if that might help assess the situation better. “How do you feel?”
He lowered the comforter and brought his hands to his face, flexing each digit. “Better. Much better. I can move my fingers and toes too. I just…I can’t believe I fell asleep. What time is it?”
I swallowed hard as my gaze wandered from Silas’s broad shoulders to his puckered nipples and the sexy trail of hair pointing south. I grabbed the boxer briefs from the stack of his newly dried clothes and tossed them to him.
He mumbled his thanks and wiggled into them. If I’d looked away, I’d never have noticed his erection. And I might not have noticed the head of his cock peeking out from the elastic band of his black boxer briefs. It was pink and if I wasn’t completely mistaken, I was pretty sure that was a bead of precum at the tip.
Fuck. Me.
I turned quickly and added wood to the fire, stoking the embers as I adjusted my twitching dick in my sweats.
“It’s, uh…almost four o’clock,” I replied.
“No way! How long have I been asleep?”
“A couple of hours…give or take.”
Silas widened his eyes. “That’s nuts. Wow. Note to self: Don’t go for a walk in a snowstorm. Ever again. I can’t believe I did this to you. I feel terrible, man.”
I scoffed. “Don’t do that. I’m just glad you’re feeling better. Hungry?”
“Uh…maybe. I’m a little dopey.” Silas’s laughter sounded like release. “We ate the soup, right?”
“We did.”
“And you made grilled cheese.”
“Yep. Something light might be best for now. I can whip up an omelet if you’re interested. I have ham and bell peppers.”
“I can help.” Silas scooted forward and scanned the mess of blankets. “Any idea where my shirt is?”
I lifted the comforter. “Here it is.”
He got on his knees, his momentum pulling him toward me. And now I was glued to his side on a wobbly mattress.
“My bad.” Silas flashed a glib half smile. Kind of charming, kind of dickish.
I huffed, not quite annoyed, but maybe I should have been. He was too close, and I couldn’t avoid pressing against him as I attempted to stand.
But Silas moved too. That teensy bit of contact sparked a collision, dragging his bulge across my upper thigh.
And just like that, a bolt of lightning zinged through my veins.
Ignore it, ignore it. Nothing happening here.Just a case of post-nap wood. Totally normal.
Silas unabashedly stuck his hand inside his briefs and pushed his hard-on out of the way like a man wrangling a snake into submission.
