roasting hot and covered in a thin layer of sweat. Why doesn’t this gross me out? Maybe because I’m relieved to see that he’s alive.
“Nathan?” I say and try to roll onto my back, but his arm holds me even tighter. I feel his nose against my neck and his forehead against my ear. His leg locks between mine, his thigh sliding so high I can feel the heat against a place I shouldn’t. “Nathan?”
“Umm,” he hums against my neck, sending a tremble through my entire body.
“Are you okay?”
His only answer is to run his nose up and down the back of my neck. Fingers that were wrapped around my ribs trail over the swell of my stomach before flattening directly below it. Gasp. His hand is far too close to my… oh god.
“Gwen,” he mumbles and I feel him grind himself against my arse. My mouth drops open. I’m frozen on the spot. What’s happening? Well, whatever is happening, there’s now solid evidence of it pressed against my arse.
“Oh my god,” I mime, not making noise when in reality I should be running and screaming.
I feel him tense behind me and squeeze my eyes shut. It takes everything in me to relax my breathing and my face.
"Gwen?” I’m shocked when he doesn’t instantly move his clearly throbbing, well-endowed length from my backside. Instead he moves his arm back to its original spot above my stomach and collapses back onto the pillow with a groan. “I know you’re awake.”
Oh shit. I still feign sleep.
“I should move away but…” he snuggles in tighter. Gulp. “Your warmth is comforting.”
And your warmth is disorienting and scalding.
He lifts up again and leans over me, pressing me deeper into the mattress. His groin still hasn’t left my arse. If anything it’s pressing harder as he reaches for the water bottle on the bedside table.
I gasp when he grinds once, then twice and quickly shift away from him, only to meet a boyish smile I’ve never seen on his face before. “What’s wrong, Gwen?”
“You’re a pig,” I comment and kick the blanket off me.
“No morning kiss?” He taps his chin with his finger.
My mouth falls open. “You’re clearly still delirious. Take your medicine.” I throw the boxes at him and gather up the damp and dry towels that I folded and placed on the floor last night.
“I’m only playing.” He starts to cough and falls back onto the bed.
“Where do you keep the bed sheets for this room?”
“In there.” He points to the door behind me, his eyes narrowing. “Why?”
“So I can change these and wash them. They’re damp, and soaking in your own illness won’t help you get any better.”
“Thank you.” He rolls onto his front and pulls the blanket over his head.
“Aren’t you going to have a warm bath or something?” I tap my foot impatiently and place the towels by the door.
“No.”
“Why?”
“It hasn’t gone to sleep yet,” he mutters so I can barely hear him.
My lips pinch together but it’s not enough; a giggle bubbles up from my chest and spills forth. I rip the blanket from his body, revealing his tight black boxers that fit his frame oh so well.
“It’s cold.”
Ignoring him, I set to work stripping the sheet from the blanket. He grumbles to himself and pulls his body into a sitting position on the side of the bed. “I’m going to have a shower.” On shaking legs he stands, his back to me. I take this moment to strip the sheet from the bed, rather than stare at his back.
Stop it, Gwen. Stop it!
Then he turns. “Holy…” I cover my eyes and turn, ignoring his laugh as he walks towards the door which I now know is the bathroom.
“I did warn you.”
I peek between my eyes when I hear the door close, but he’s still there. Tented boxers and all. Christ he’s big… I mean… look away damn it!
“Get out,” I squeal and turn around.
I can’t see it but I know it’s there, a smug smile is definitely on his face. Arsehole. What’s he playing at?
I quickly remake his bed and grab the towels and sheets before exiting his room.
As soon as I have them in the washing machine, I make soup. He needs it and I enjoy soup so it’s all good, although it’ll probably take a while. I’m sure he’ll be okay for the next hour or so.
Should I check on him? What if he fell in the shower?
No. I’ll leave him to rest before bothering him again.