He banded his arm around me and pulled me back against his chest.
His very bare, muscular, drool-worthy chest.
The heat of his body was nice against mine after the chill of the air, but there was one verybigproblem.
Ahardproblem, I’d say.
I had myself in apickle.
Something I should deal withhead-on.
A problem that would keeppopping upuntil it was dealt with.
Alengthyproblem.
Aweightyproblem.
A problem as obvious as a tent pitched in the woods. Or a mushroom growing from a sea of moss.
In other words, his giant hard dick was pressed against me.
I could just ignore what was happening. Aaron was asleep after all, and I should do the same.
But how the hell was I supposed to do that now? I was in a dry spell to end all dry spells, and he was revved and ready to go.
Heat built between my thighs, and the urge to slide my hand between them was strong.
But that was wrong and creepy.
I adjusted my position, nestling further into the blanket and maybe a little closer to him. He grunted and thrust his hips forward, rubbing his length against my back in his sleep.
Dammit. I really had not meant to do that.
I really wanted to keep doing that.
But nothing had changed. He still didn’t see me as Skye, he saw me as Cliff’s sister. His arms wrapping around me didn’t change that.
I just needed to settle in and go to sleep. There wasn’t anything else I could do. But when I tried to get comfortable andrubbed against him again—totally accidentally—his breathing hitched.
I glanced over my shoulder to see his eyes flutter open. He blinked a few times and held my gaze. “Skye?”
I hummed in acknowledgment and fought to hold still.
His arm tightened around me. He glanced down between us, seeming to realize what was happening. “Shit, sorry.”
I wasn’t sure if he was talking about his erection or his arm around me. Either way my answer was the same. “It’s good…I mean okay, it’s okay.”
“Do you want me to move back?” he asked, his voice soft in the dim light.
I shook my head.
“You like me touching you?”
I nodded and held my breath.
His eyes fluttered shut and his nostrils flared. He pulled his arm back from where it was banded around me, and my stomach fell. I’d pushed him too far and now he was retreating.
Except instead of taking his hand away, he moved it to my stomach and spread his fingers wide, pressing it against the bare skin between the top of my shorts and the bottom of my T-shirt. He pushed gently against my stomach encouraging my hips back against his straining cock.
