Page 32 of Innocent Intentions

It takes every ounce of restraint I didn’t even know I possessed, to put the panties back. To walk away.

I climb into bed, my skin burning, my body screaming. I drag her against me and lock her in my arms. She sighs in her sleep and molds into me. I match my breathing to hers.

It’s the only thing that calms me.

The last thought in my head before sleep finally takes me is:

Margot Peterson isn’t going anywhere.

Chapter 12

Margot

There’s a comforting weight on top of me, and an intoxicating scent surrounds me. I inhale deeply, sinking in, letting it lull me back to sleep.

Until a breath of air brushes the back of my head.

Then, the weight rises slightly in an inhale, hold, then exhale.

Oh my God.

Matty!

Everything slams back into place. The café. The credit card. The phone call. Themurders. Thekidnapping.

My eyes fly open.

The weight, it’s Matty. Sleeping on top of me. Not spooning me. No. He’s smothering me. Covering me like a damn starfish.

I’m lying on my stomach, facing away from him. Some of his chest lies on the mattress, but since he’s a fucking giant, the rest sprawls across my back. One massive arm drapes over my shoulder, onto my pillow. His right leg covers mine, the rest tangles around me.

Too close. Way too close. I need to get out of here.

Just one more minute.

No!

I shift, trying to wiggle free, but the slight movement earns me a low, rough groan.

I freeze.

That’s when I feel it.

The hard, thick bulge pressing against my ass.

He. Is. Huge.

Panic, or something far more dangerous, races through me. I try to slip out again, but I must shimmy against his… situation… because this time, not only does he groan, but he grinds into me.

I go completely still.

Then he does it again.

My body betrays me. My breath catches. My thighs squeeze together. His thrusts are slow, powerful, needy.

Another groan rumbles through him, a deep, wrecked sound, and my entire body lights up.

Shit.Shit.

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