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Ren slips his arm under my side, catching me off guard. He turns me over so fast that I don’t realise what’s happening until I’m already on top of him, lying on his bare chest.
But I don’t think that was his plan because he’s frozen in place, not breathing and staring up at me with wide eyes. It’s then I realise that during his stealth moves my shirt has rolled up to my waist with his hands plastered firmly on my very bare ass.
My heart is stuck in my throat and there is something extremely hard poking me.
Extremely hard and noticeably big.
Heat flushes through to my cheeks, as I squirm to get away. This makes it worse; his moan sounding more like a growl.
“That’s not helping,” he says, almost pained.
All I can think about is his cock pressed against my stomach, so I stay unmoving. After what feels like an eternity, Ren finally continues to roll me over, depositing me to where I am sure he intended me to be all along.
On the right-hand side of the bed.
I quickly turn away from him, pull up the quilt, and scoot to the very edge of the bed. I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and count backwards from one thousand until the embarrassment and desire subside. I get to two hundred and thirty six before my heart rate returns to normal, and the throbbing between my legs finally relents to just a dull ache, when I finally fall asleep.
As I wake, the smell hits me first, fresh and soapy. Then the warmth, blankets that are heavy and soft like a giant hug and I smile, snuggling into the bed, but it’s harder than I remember and… moving.
That’s because it’s not a bed. It’s Ren’s chest, lifting me up and down with every rhythmic breath he takes. Somehow, I have wrapped myself around him. I’ve flung a leg over him, and his arm has me slotted in place with his hand cupped on my ass. Again.
He’s still fast asleep, so I decide to take a moment to appreciate the view. I put the facts about the kidnapping aside for the moment and imagine this is the morning after a fantastic night at a club, waking up in the arms of a smoking hot guy.
He must have showered before bed because I don’t smell that delicious cologne. Instead, he smells like a mix of citrus and sandalwood. My hand rests on his toned, hard chest and the urge to slide it down to his abs is almost crippling. I bite my lip as I try not to imagine what the rest of his body would feel like. I fail miserably, and the familiar hit of lust ripples through me like wildfire.
Being around him is intoxicating, and makes my brain turn to a heap of hormone mush. I need to get my ass out of this bed before I do something even stupider then lay almost naked on top of him.
My number one objective is not to wake him. Slowly and extremely gently I lift my leg and bring it toward me, but it brushes across something hard. He groans, his arms tighten, and his hand squeezes my ass, shooting a jolt of pleasure through my body.
Right.
Not good.
Not deterred, I try again.
Now aware that the never-ending erection is a problem, I lift my leg higher, avoiding all obstacles, until finally it’s safely away and no longer draped across him. Ren is still breathing deeply and fast asleep, and I want to pat myself on the back for completing step one.
Next, his hand.
For some reason, it tends to be on my ass. Maybe like a magnet it’s drawn there. Who knows? I’m still trying to figure out how I let myself lay this intimately with him in the first place. I push that aside for now and concentrate on step two.
Everybody moves when they sleep, right? So, I can simply turn around, and scoot out of bed. Either that or I pry his fingers off me, and risk waking him. There’s no way in hell I want him to wake and find me in his arms, so with that I hold my breath and turn.
Then realise I am truly an idiot.
His hand hasn’t moved, all I did was change what part of my body it has access to. The only thing going my way is his even breathing. He’s still asleep, and I let out the breath I was holding. But as if God himself is taunting me, Ren turns on his side, throws his other arm around me, and spoons me from behind.
What the hell am I meant to do now?
There’s no time to waste between him poking me from behind, and his fingers a whisker away from my overly excited and very wet pussy. My heart is pounding and if I don’t move now, I might explode, so I do the only think I can think of.
I duck.
I duck all the way down, slithering like a snake under the blankets. It’s hot, and there’s no air, but I don’t care. I keep going until I emerge from the bottom of the bed and drop to the floor. I wait until I am sure Ren is still asleep, then crawl across the floor to the door. Gently I pry it open and continue on all fours across the threshold, then spring up from the ground and run on tip toes to my room. I hold my breath as I pass every corner or closed door, for fear that Dave or another one of Ren’s men is going to come out from behind a dark shadow and scare the crap out of me. It’s only when I reach my room, and close the door behind me, that I let out a huge sigh of relief.
This room has quickly become my sanctuary. Last night I examined every inch. The first thing I checked was the window. Locked. Which was not really a surprise. The next was the bathroom, and what a bathroom it is. It’s bigger than the apartment I had in Perth, with a walk-in shower, giant spa bath. But just like the rest of the house, it’s over the top. Very decadent, with gold tapwear and marble everywhere.
I walk to the bathroom sink, where I left my underwear and dress to dry after washing them the night before. The dress is still saturated, but the underwear looks positively dry, so I slip them on. It may just be a thin layer of lace, but it feels like I’m sliding on armour.
