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When I finish counting down from twenty, she has indeed relaxed against me, but now her legs are pretzeled with mine, her arm is tucked between my bicep and my torso, her breasts are pressed against my chest, and her head is nestled under my chin.
I can’t blame her for this. She’s a sleepwalker on top of being scared, not understanding why she’s in danger, and sleeping in a new place. Of course, she’s unsettled.
And I’m going straight to hell for enjoying this so much.
I rationalize the idea, figuring that if my holding her like this helps her sleep, then that’s what she needs.
I’m here to take care of her, right?
I shouldn’t do it, but I tilt my chin down and take a deep whiff of her mop of hair, filling my lungs with her sweet scent. As it turns out, her closeness settles me as much as she arouses me. I can’t make that make sense, yet before I know it, I’m asleep.
CHAPTER10
Sara
My back is cramped from sleeping weird.
Usually, I would roll over, stretch, and go back to sleep when it’s still dark.
But that will undoubtedly be difficult with a massive bicep wrapped around me.
What. The. Hell.
I’m on my side, with one arm and one leg slung over a man.
This might make me panic if I weren’t quick to realize it’s Gunther.
I can’t see his face, but that bulk, that scent is all him.
Oh my.
Not only am I clinging to him, but he’s got one of his big arms cradling my neck as he lies on his back.
I have no idea how we ended up like this. Did we have sex? No, no way. I’d remember that. Based on the huge erection pushing against my leg that’s slung over his midsection, I’d wager that my body would remember that for a week. Months, even.
In that case, this is a delicate situation. I don’t want him to wake up embarrassed, but he has some pre-dawn wood happening.
How do I extract myself? Fake outrage? Nah. Gunther feels lovely next to me. He’s warm and big and makes me feel safe. And let’s be honest, I am deeply, deeply attracted to him.
Which is all the more reason for me to be kind and not wake him.
So, I carefully remove my leg from its position across his erect penis, then slip my arm away from his ribs. I don’t try to extract myself from his arm, though. Even though my back aches a little, I don’t mind lying here a little bit longer and drinking in this attention and affection. It’s not real attention or affection—most likely an accident. But it feels good to be close to anybody, especially Gunther.
My gentle shifting provokes a sexy, sleepy groan from the man, who pulls me closer and drags one meaty palm down my spine.
It feels so, so good. But it’s not right.
I swallow down my feelings and whisper, “Gunther.”
“Hm?” He’s still asleep.
“What are you doing?” I ask with a small whisper-laugh.
The man holding me in his sleep makes a strangled, snorting sound deep in his throat. “Wh-what? Oh, shit!”
Oookaay…Gunther is awake now.
I raise my head, and he takes his arm out from under my neck as he splutters apologies.
