Page 138 of Snowed In

I sigh and realize that I won’t be sleeping at all with him vibrating next to me. It’s either try to ignore it or do something about it. Which my mind hates, but my body is thrilled about.

“Come here,” I finally bite out.

Christian shivers more intensely. “Huh?”

“I mean, come here. I run warm and you can…fucking cuddle with me or some shit, just so you stop rattling the entire bed.”

When he doesn’t answer, I turn toward him and see his cheeks are that pretty shade of pink. If he keeps this up, his skin is going to melt off.

“You sure?” he asks.

“Why wouldn’t I be sure? You’re obviously freezing.”

“Yeah, but you don’t like me.”

“It’s fine,” I reply, not confirming or denying if I like him or not. Right now, I just want to sleep.

Oh, who am I kidding? I won’t sleep with him right up next to me. Not a fucking wink.

He pauses, hesitating a moment before his body shifts over to mine, curling into my side.

It’s awkward, his large body against my more wiry one, but his cold nose presses against my warm skin and I feel that touch all the way to my dick.

“Youarewarm,” he whispers, his breath hitting my skin and making me overheat.

“Yep,” is all I can say. I’m trying to keep my dick under control.

He wiggles a little closer and then sighs happily as he presses fully into me. I can feel him, his large muscles, the weight of him, the scent.

Fuck, he smells really goddamn good.

“Sorry, but you’re really cozy,” he says as he throws an arm across my stomach. “Is this okay?”

I don’t know how to answer. If he crawls up on top of me, I may moan like the slut I am.

“Yep,” I finally reply.

My positive response only seems to make him move closer. His leg moves between mine and he shuffles almost on top of me.

Fuck.Fuck.

“Sorry. Gosh, Wren.”

The way he says my name, almost a moan, makes my dick leak. Fucking hate this for me right now. I don’t even like the guy and he’s crawling all over me.

Oh, who am I kidding? I like him more than I should.

Likethismore than I should.

His face tucks into my neck, cold nose pressed against my thumping pulse, and his soft lips a whisper against my shoulder. An involuntary shudder slips through me.

“Sure this is okay?” he asks and I swallow roughly.

“Fucking dandy,” I reply.

It’s not fucking dandy. This is the worst. Christian wiggles all over me, touching me every-fucking-where, and I’m near hyperventilating at the way in which my body responds. Not that he seems to notice. He’s always so fucking oblivious.

Only good thing is his touching me like this is keeping me pumping out warmth. More so than the stupid little heater by our side.

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