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I stopped and threw my hands against my hips and glared at him. “You call it a ‘he’?”

He tossed his head back, and his laughter boomed around the cabin, spreading his legs even wider. Slowly, I made my way across the small living area, trying not to think too hard. Gunnar pulled the book off of the coffee table and stared at me impatiently.

“You are annoying,” I mumbled, crawling on top of his body, sliding my hand into his boxers, and feeling the warmth between his thighs again.

All Gunnar did was wink and then open the book as I hooked a leg over him and settled into a comfortable position against his warm frame. My eyes struggled to remain open as his voice lulled me into a deep state of relaxation. I vaguely remembered him draping the blanket over my back and a hand that ran back and forth over my exposed shoulder.

But the world quickly faded as I fell into another night of the deepest sleep.

Chapter 15

Snoring bristled against my head as I blinked away the sleep that had possessed me for hours. Such restful slumber cocooned in warmth. Gunnar’s one arm flopped against the ground, still barely clinging to the book that he’d been reading last night. The other was wrapped around my torso tightly, holding me against him with his face buried in my hair.

I shifted a little, wanting to stretch, and felt my hand slide directly against his very erect natural endowment. He moaned in his sleep as I rapidly pulled my hand out of his pants, embarrassed yet more than slightly intrigued. That sound that had slipped past his lips set my heart racing, and I kind of wanted him to make it again.

Gunnar adjusted in his sleep, rolling sideways, and attempted to press closer into me. He picked his hand up off of the ground and wrapped it underneath me and around my back. Once he had a tight hold on my body, he gathered me against his torso and breathed out deeply. Sound asleep and content.

I, however, found myself squished in a slightly compromising situation, unable to move whatsoever. My arms tucked between us, my fingers easily able to press into his bare chest and, despite my head telling me not to, I did it anyway.

He shivered beneath my palms, his breathing yet to change as he continued to blissfully dream. Knowing there was no way out of this situation, I let myself relax back into his hold, even pressing myself tighter against him. Maybe the only acceptable cowboy was the one I knew would eventually be disappearing from my life.

Tipping my head back away from him, his lips were so close to my own. Every inch of his perfect face was desirable and masculine, even in his sleep. Despite the unshaved jaw from the past couple of days, I still found myself drawn to him, and if my arms weren’t smashed against his chest right now, I would’ve reached up and traced his features.

My kiss was so close. He was so close, and all I would need to feel those plush lips would be to lean a little forward. I didn’t care about morning or two-day-old breath. I wanted him to take me for a ride that no one else would ever know about. Right at this moment.

Gunnar shifted once more, suddenly grinding his hips into mine, and I gasped. A rush of uncontrollable excitement coursed through me as he pitched against me again.

And again.

And again.

Directly between my legs.

It was slow at first, and the moan that escaped his lips as he increased the pressure and rubbed harder and faster elicited emotions in me that had my eyes rolling into the back of my head. And I couldn’t move away, but I also didn’t want to move away. A fire roared deep in my core, burning hotter and hotter as I unintentionally spread my legs a little wider.

More. I wanted more. I should wake him up, but I didn’t want this to end.

Oh, how amazing this felt. Every surge of dangerous desire that pulsed through me with each boiling thrust, pulled my hips tighter against him. Control was out the window. Staying here forever sounded perfect to me. This hypnotic devouring pressure building, expanding between my legs twisted me against the shakes he held me with.

His breathing increased, matching my rapid inhales, and his fingers dug into my body. A single muffled word escaped his lips that shot my eyes open in bewildered arousal.

My name, breathed out low and barely audible, but there was no denying he’d said it.

He moaned again, shoved his hips aggressively against me, and we suddenly crashed off of the side of the couch. My back slammed against the ground, forcing the wind from my lungs with a small gasp that bit back the moan that nearly escaped my lips, and Gunnar’s eyes flew open wide.

“Shit!” he exclaimed, as I gasped for air. “That was not supposed to happen, are you okay?”

“Excuse me?” I wheezed out between coughs. He slid his hands out from under me and set my body gently against the ground, concerned as I fought to breathe again. Once I managed to regain my breath, I shoved at his chest. “You’ve been awake this whole time?”

His concern quickly fled as he grinned and nodded. “Obviously. You think I was going to miss all that?”

I rolled my eyes and snarled, “Rude.”

“You okay though? Really, I didn’t know we were that close to the edge of the couch.” He sat back against his heels, watching me as I suddenly shriveled up inside. Ashamed that I hadn’t said anything, even more upset that I had been enjoying it. “Willow?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—“ My voice trembled, the shock from falling had put a full stop to my arousal, which was now ebbing away as the entire situation replayed in my head. “I should’ve said something, I wasn’t meaning to—”

“Willow,“ he stated firmly, leaning forward and placing a hand on either side of my head. “I’m not him.”

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