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From us.
I reach over to brush some of the hair out of her face as she sleeps, and Maya makes a small noise, turning over and shuffling back towards me. I let my hand move down her body,resting on the curve of her waist. Even through the oversized tee she is wearing, I can feel the shape of her beneath my fingers, distracting in all the ways I know it shouldn’t be.
I brush those thoughts from my mind, and keep my hand resting there as I look past her and to the window on the other side of the bed. It’s a clear night, the moon high in the sky. Beautiful, in a way, peaceful. So much so that it’s hard to believe anything else could be happening out there in the world.
Hard to believe that there is anything, in fact, outside of this room, outside of this woman.
I pull her a little closer and close my eyes. I don’t know how I’m going to sleep tonight, but I’m sure I’m going to do it a damn sight better with her at my side.
13
MAYA
When I wakethe next day, the first thing that I become aware of is the feel of his hand on my hip.
It feels as though he is reaching deep into my subconscious, pulling me out of sleep and back to the real world, as I stir tiredly, lifting my head from the pillow. It takes me a moment to remember where I am, who I’m with, but when I hear the slight sigh from behind me, my heart skips a beat, and it all comes flooding back.
I sneak a look over my shoulder, and, sure enough, there he is.
Anton.
I bite my lip as I watch him for a moment, laying there right next to me. I still don’t know how I got the nerve to ask him to stay the night with me, and I had expected him to hit me with a gruff refusal.
But he didn’t.
He’s shirtless, and the covers have fallen away from his chest slightly to reveal his bare skin.
Woah, he’s way more muscular than I had imagined; I haven’t really seen him undressed till now, and I feel my cheeks flush slightly at the realization that I’m in bed with such a gorgeous man.
I swiftly flip over once more, staring at the far wall, but his hand does not move from my side for an instant. In fact, it’s like it has been there all night long, and he has no intention of letting me go.
I close my eyes again, trying to will myself to go back to sleep, but my mind is racing so intently that I know the chances of that are next to nil. I can feel a fizzing in my lower belly, something alighting in me that I don’t want to ignore.
Does he know what he does to me? Does he feel it, too? There’s so much I want to ask him, but I figure the best way I can go about it is to say it without words...
Experimentally, I lean back into him, feeling his warm body against mine. He lets out another sigh, and wraps his other arm around me, pulling me against him in his sleep.
My heart skips a beat. Is this just unconscious for me or is there a part of him responding to the way I’m pulling in closer and closer? I want to ask, but I hardly dare speak right now, in case I shatter this moment before I have a chance to see where it leads.
The hand on my waist slides forward slightly, so that it is resting on my lower belly—low enough now that I can feel the heat of it spreading down between my legs, and I press my lips together, trying to contain myself.
His fingers trace along the top of my waistband, and I hear him let out another noise. Not a sigh this time, but something closer to a groan, as he flattens his palm against me and draws me ina little closer. My breath catches in my throat, and I allow him to guide me exactly as he wants me, the warmth starting to grow faster and faster as it consumes more of my body.
I can feel his erection, the press of it into the small of my back.
Morning wood? No, as he grinds his hips lazily against me, I know it is more than just a reaction to the night that has passed.
I bite my lip, closing my eyes, and his hand strays further down, slipping with ease beneath the waistband of my sweatpants and cupping my aching pussy. I have no spare panties here, so I have been going without, and I’m all of a sudden glad that I could give him such easy access to every inch of me like this.
His fingers slide between my lips, parting them with ease and allowing him even deeper access to me. I’m already slick with desire, as if my body has been simmering all night being this close to him, silently pleading for more even when I was deep in slumber.
His mouth grazes along the back of my neck, and a shiver rushes down my spine as I arch back into him.
I begin to move my hips back against his hand, telling him in every way I can that I’m ready for more—that I ache for it, that I need it, that I need him right now. I know there’s so much danger outside of this cabin, but when it is just the two of us, I could swear that there’s nothing else in the world that could possibly matter.
He strokes my clit softly, letting me set the pace as he coaxes me into wakefulness with a delicious pleasure. He kisses me again, his teeth grazing against the nape of my neck, and I gasp.
He works his fingers downward, letting them tease my slit for a moment, and I whimper, unable to say it out loud, but needing him more than anything in the world.
