Page 44 of Brutal Obsession

Chapter 12

Harper

Too hot.

Fever engulfs me.

My mind drifts awake on slow-moving clouds, my legs moving restlessly. Cian’s mouth remains stamped in my memory, coaxing my mouth open with that talented tongue of his.

The pulsing between my thighs alerts me that other parts of my body are waking up as well.

The fog begins to lift from my brain, and I find myself swaddled in an infernal cocoon. My leg twitches before I kick all the blankets away from my body.

My eyes fly open at light speed as yesterday’s memories steamroll my mind. A small jolt of panic punctures me.

I blink rapidly, expecting to see the bedside table and be lying in the same position I was in when I fell asleep.

Instead, I come face-to-face with a solid wall of muscle.

Every muscle in my own body stills.

Oh crap. Somehow, over the course of the night, I went from Cian spooning me into his giant frame, my back plastered to his chest, to…this?

One of my legs hooks over his hip, and one of his massive thighs is tucked between mine. If he were awake, he could probably feel my pussy throbbing against his left quad.

The same way I can feel his enormous erection pressing into my left thigh.

Holy. Shit.

I know Cian’s a large man, but still. The heat, the length, thegirthof his hard cock destroys my resolve to inch out of his embrace and attempt another jailbreak.

Is this what it’s like to wake up with Cian every day? Insane warmth, amnesia-level deep sleep, and a hard, aroused, hot-as-hell male body to drool over in the morning?

Desire courses through my veins.

Stay…focused…Harper.

Cian shifts, his thick thigh rubbing between my legs, and heat builds in my core. I pinch my eyes closed and try to deep breathe my way out of this aching need.

Oh, god.Why couldn’t Cian just screw me last night? If he had, we would have expelled all this lust clouding my judgment in one giant orgasm, and I’d have no problem detangling myself from this sexy mess I’m in.

Why does my body yearn to leech his heat and power directly through my skin? Why is the man so freaking hot?

And why, oh why, does he have to sleep practically naked? His bare flesh all around me, touching mine in places it shouldn’t… it’s overwhelming.

Every breath I take intoxicates me more on that heady scent that swirls off his body.

The desire to lick his chest rushes through me like a virus. Feverish and silly, I breathe him in and nestle a little closer into his embrace.

One of his tree trunk biceps serves as a pillow for my head, and the other drapes over my side like a sexy seat belt.

The fabric of my day-old work uniform is not nearly enough to keepCianout. I might as well be naked too.

And I remember my underwear on the entryway floor.

Iamnaked. At least, downtown, where it counts most.

Cian grumbles awake, like a bear after hibernation. The rumble vibrates through his chest into mine. His lips rest near my forehead, and it would be nothing to tilt my head up and mash them to mine.

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