“You’re tense and your breathing changed.”
“Oh.”
“You’re on top of me again.”
“I noticed.”
“It’s starting to become a habit.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Why? Did I say I didn’t like it?”
“It can’t be comfortable to sleep with a woman draped across you like a dead weight.”
“Comfortable? No, I wouldn’t call the way I feel right now comfortable…”
She tried to move, but the arms he had wrapped around her tightened.
“Hotwire?”
“Uncomfortable isn’t the same as unpleasant. In fact, there are times I find it distinctly pleasurable to be uncomfortable.”
She shifted, trying to move, and felt an unfamiliar hardness against her thigh. She stilled, shocked by the heat pulsing off of it and awed by its dimensions. Those dimensions were all too evident to her, because there was nothing between her thigh and his erection.
“You’re naked,” she gasped.
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