Page 81 of Hidden But Not Safe

Meg wore his shirt while she slept.

Giving it to her had left Naz’s chest bare. Well, bare besides the bandages Meg had nagged him into letting her change. His undershirt hadn’t been salvageable, and Meg had convinced him to leave off the strangling polo after she snatched it away instead of letting him put it back on.

He climbed into bed beside her in just his jeans. Holding her against his bare skin felt different. It sent warmth through his body, especially when she brushed a kiss over one of his pecs before snuggling tighter against him.

Naz didn’t think he’d sleep, not after how long he’d slept the night before.

His body proved him wrong, and exhaustion sucked him under.

The ache in his side from the bullet wound dragged him awake hours later. It’d begun to itch and burn, either healing or infected. His head felt cool to the touch, so hopefully it wasn’t infected.

The pain in his side masked the other ache for long minutes as Meg’s even breathing fluttered over his chest next to her hand.

He’d rolled to his back, and she was lying half over him. Her leg was between his, and his erection pressed into her thigh.

She shifted in her sleep, her wet mouth marking his chest, her breasts pushing into his good side, and her thigh nudging his dick, making it throb with a strangling pleasure that warred with the ache.

He breathed through it, worrying he’d come. Her body felt good against his. Too good. He even liked the warmth of her spread legs where they cradled his own between them.

Her thigh pressed down on his dick, making him sweat as his body tensed and shook. His hands moved to her waist to shift her off, but the feel of her skin distracted him.

He’d forgotten she wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his shirt had ridden up. His hands burned as they clutched at her while he tried to keep his body still.

Her leg shifted on its own, brushing over his dick instead of pressing directly against it. It felt good, but he could breathe again, dragging air in through his nose.

His hands gentled on her waist, the silkiness of her skin penetrating his mind.

He worried that he’d woken her, but her chest moved against his side in small, even breaths.

Naz wanted to touch her more. Imagining her expression while she came made his dick fill his jeans, the tightness of them like a grip around him.

That thought brought a dimming to his vision, and his hands shifted, reminding him it was Meg lying against him. He skimmed up her side, under the shirt, finding the side of her breast soft to the touch.

Stroking along her breast quieted the voices in his mind. He enjoyed Meg’s breasts. He shifted his hand between their bodies to find her nipple. Unlike the last time he’d touched her, it was wide and soft, not tightened up into a hard point.

His thumb brushed around the flat and even silkier part of her nipple. It didn’t stay silky. Wrinkles formed as he circled her nipple, the skin pulling tighter with every pass. He flattened his palm over her breast, the tight point of her nipple pressing into his flesh.

Naz wished she were naked in his arms. He wanted her skin against his bare chest, not separated by cotton.

Meg’s breathing had changed, her exhales puffing harder across his skin.

He suddenly realized he’d been touching her in her sleep. The thought had barely formed when the memory of Meg’s voice chased it away, telling him he could touch her any time he wanted. She’d already given him permission. He wasn’t doing anything bad.

And Meg was no longer sleeping. Naz knew the difference.

He found the hem of the shirt and pulled it up. Her hands lifted to help him drag it over her head and off.

Her naked breasts against his skin dragged out a desperate sound. Both the nipples were tight buds, pressing against him, and then they moved, rubbing along his torso as she braced herself on her arms enough to look down into his face.

Meg licked her lips, and he realized she was staring at his.

“Can I kiss you, Ignacio?” she asked, so close her breath was already washing over his lips, shooting tingles down into his already aching dick and making him dizzy.

Her face lowered without his answer, and then she was licking along his lip, pushing between them to rub her tongue inside his mouth as her lips sealed to his.

His hips lifted off the bed, his dick desperate for pressure and finding her thigh again, pushing up into it.

Meg’s eyes widened as they locked onto his, but she didn’t stop kissing him. No, she devoured his mouth, doing all the work since he was losing his mind and couldn’t concentrate. It was impossible with her lips moving against his, sending sensation everywhere.

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