7
It had been a while since Kolvin woke up so incredibly aroused. Though he had not woken with a female sprawled over him like Tina was in quite some time either.
Her head was on his chest, her hair spread out everywhere, and he found himself stroking the dark colored strands. Her breathing was almost in time with his, and her mouth was open in the cutest little circle that touched him deeply.
She was stunning. Beautiful.
Wearing nothing but a shirt, she had her bare leg wrapped around one of his, like he was a pillow. Probably to her petite size, he likely felt like a pillow.
But waking with her wrapped around him, he felt more at peace than he had in a very long time. He could not remember the last time he woke up feeling so tranquil.
Of course, the last time he woke up, he was in the prison ship.
That made a difference.
HIs arousal felt hard and strained against the clothing he'd worn--things he had gotten from the IDA to wear when meeting his future mate. His normal lysteel suit was considered not the proper way to look for some reason.
Now, though the pants felt incredibly restraining, and he started to shift to try and make something more comfortable, but not wake Tina.
It was not working well.
She turned and looked at him, her pretty eyes with their hazel ring. She opened her mouth and yawned and stretched against him.
"Hi," she said.
"Morning," he replied.
She ran her hand over his chest. "You're much more comfortable to sleep on than my big body pillow back home." She snuggled into him, her hips pressing against his side, and the arousal was getting stronger.
"You comforted me in my sleep."
"Yeah," she said, yawning again. "You were having some wicked bad dreams."
"I am sorry I worried you."
"Meh, I've seen it before. My grandfather has PTSD, and he has nightmares."
"PTSD?"
"Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. People who have been in war or been in particularly bad situations can have nightmares and stuff, whether asleep or awake, recalling the past."
He nodded. "You have had to comfort your second-, I mean your grandfather?"
"Well, I don't crawl into bed with him, like I did you, but I have had to comfort him in those moments. It's one of the reasons I'm worried about him and my grandmother. I don't want him to get lost in a vision and hurt her."
"That would be scary."
She nodded. "Very much so." She brushed her hair away from her face. "Are you ready to get up?" she asked as she started to raise up from his body.
He put his hand on her arm. "Not quite yet," he said.
They were face to face, her lips mere centimeters from his.
She sucked her lip into her mouth. "What are you--"
He did not wait for her to finish her thought.
He pulled her down into a kiss.
