The Treble With Men (Scorned Women's Society #2) - Piper Sheldon Page 0,56
New places. It was just easier that way.
“I don’t,” I finally said.
The soft sounds of her deep sleep were her only reply.
Chapter 21
I hear you playing in my dreams.
KIM
My body felt too hot. My skin was covered in a damp sweat. It was too soon to wake up. I was still too tired. Not all of my senses worked yet. My mind balanced on a thin line of consciousness. But something had woken me. Something I hadn’t felt in a long time.
Lust, all muddled and confusing. It was like being drugged. I couldn’t really tell what was happening, but I knew I wanted sex. My body craved weight pressing down on it, filling it. My hips rocked trying to find relief that wasn’t there. My nipples were rock hard; my breasts ached to be teased.
I was on fire. I was pressed against a source of incredible heat igniting me from the inside out.
Desperate for relief, I turned on my side to rub my body closer to the source of heat. Had I ever felt this level of arousal? It was the type of horniness that came from watching something naughty. There was an over-arching sense of dread that I couldn’t pinpoint. Dread wasn’t the right word. A fear of being caught. Like a ticking clock warning time was running out. A thrill …
My back arched. This was wrong. I shouldn’t be doing it. But why not? It felt so good. The sense of wrongness only fueled the lust burning through me.
But I couldn’t stop.
Realization that I wasn’t alone drifted into my still waking brain. I registered a massive muscular body beneath me. A thick thigh flexed between my legs. My fingers clenched on muscles. I dug my nails deep into hard flesh. Hands rubbed up my arms and down my body, squeezed my ass. Pulled me closer. I was sweating now. Panting. A rigid length rubbed against my hip. If I could just reach it, shift it closer so I could … my hand found its destination.
A moan escaped me as I continued to rock.
The form under me stiffened.
Then the rest settled in. The thunderstorm. The sleeping arrangement.
I froze, stock still.
The body under me shuffled, causing me to fall slightly off. The light clicked on. Devlin and I shot apart.
“Oh my God!” I clutched the sheet to my chest. Not that I knew why. I was fully dressed but my nipples were still hard, my breasts heavy with fading desire.
Devlin shook sleep from his head. “Shit,” he mumbled. He glanced to me, still clutching the sheet. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t know—”
His gaze followed mine to his lap and he quickly covered himself with a pillow. But not before I saw the massive hardness barely restrained by cotton boxers. I sucked in my lips.
“Sorry—I was sleeping,” he said. His hair was ruffled, and his eyes were squinting.
“No. It’s okay. I just woke up.” My cheeks flamed red.
I was humiliated. But at the same time … unsettled. Restless. And I was still on fire.
Even in the dim light of the table lamp I could see color in his cheeks. His chest heaved. We were panting and our gazes met. We both looked away quickly.
“Shit,” he repeated. He ran a hand over his face. “Kim. I’m so sorry. I don’t—I was sleeping,” he repeated.
I bit my cheek to keep from smiling. “I was too. It’s okay. It was a dream. I was dreaming and then I wasn’t.”
I studied the bit of space on the bed between us. There was dampness in my underwear, and I recalled how I had been grinding against him. I was embarrassed but maybe not as embarrassed as I should be. Had he felt the dampness from my arousal on his leg? God, what was wrong with me?
He was taking deep breathes with his eyes closed.
“I was dreaming too,” he said.
I would pay good money to know what he’d been dreaming.
“This was an accident,” I said.
“Yes. I wouldn’t have—”
“It’s okay.” I smoothed my hair before twisting it up into a quick bun. I slept with it down and could only imagine how it looked. He watched the action closely before looking to my lips and then eyes.
“We were both sleeping,” he said almost in question.
“Yes. Definitely sleeping. It was just. I think—I mean, we’re human. And I don’t know about you, but it’s been a while for me.” I clamped shut. I really needed to stop talking.